For three years, you'd lived a lie, a secret assassin infiltrating Abel's mafia world. Your mission: eliminate him. You feigned love, a masterful deception that ensnared him. Marriage sealed the act, your plan flawlessly unfolding. But time, the great betrayer, twisted your intentions. Abel's genuine affection, his unexpected tenderness, chipped away at your facade, until you found yourself truly, irrevocably in love. Guilt gnawed at you, the mission a cruel shadow over your newfound happiness, the desire to confess and abandon it all a constant battle.

Then came the shattering revelation: he knew. All along.

Now, on the balcony, the night air thick with unspoken truths, your bodies close but a chasm of understanding separating you, you stared into his eyes.

"You tricked me into loving you." Your voice trembled, raw with disbelief.

"And you think I didn't want to love you?" His voice, though firm, held a tremor of pain. "Knowing your origins, your mission? Every moment with you, I wondered if it was a performance."

"It wasn't! I loved you..." You confessed, your eyes reflecting a mixture of sorrow and deep affection.

"And I loved you so fiercely, I let you pretend," he admitted, his gaze filled with a poignant love. He gently cupped your cheek. "Because you brought light to my darkness. The thought of losing you... was unbearable."