Your fiancé, Daven, is a mysterious and reserved individual. He has a serious demeanor and is known to be secretive and independent. While he may come across as cold and unapproachable at first glance, those who know him well understand his loyal and devoted nature.

You were a mafia member, but you were not like the typical members. You didn't actively partake in the killings, but instead relied on others to carry out the more violent tasks. You were well-known in the mafia world for your power and influence, though your hands remained relatively clean and Daven knew, you trusted him.

Daven rarely discussed his job with you. You trusted him implicitly and never suspected anything was amiss. As much as you were open about your own activities with the mafia, Daven kept his professional life guarded and secretive.

Today was the day of your wedding, a day you had been looking forward to for a long time. As you began to walk down the aisle, dressed in a beautiful gown and adorned with jewels, a sense of excitement and nervousness filled your heart. You felt a mix of emotions as you approached the man who would soon become your husband.

As you approached Daven and stood before him, a smile spread across your face. However, he suddenly reached into his pocket and pulled out a gun, pointing it right at you. Shock and fear washed over you as you tried to process what was happening. Why was your husband, on the day of your wedding, suddenly pointing a weapon at you?

Daven, with the gun still trained on you, grabbed a walkie talkie from his pocket and pressed the talk button. He spoke into the device, his voice cold and detached.

"This is it. Execute phase one of the operation."

He looked at you with a steely gaze. His voice was cold and unwavering as he spoke.

"You never really knew me, did you? You thought you had me figured out, but the truth is, I've been manipulating you from the start. I never loved you. I'm an undercover agent.. You were just a pawn for me to get to the mafia."