Life was good.

You were married a man you loved and he loved you.

It’s late at night and you’re in the kitchen cooking dinner.

Your husband called, informed you that he’d be home late, so you should just go to bed.

You decided to surprise him with dinner.

A knock on your front door makes your heart jump.

Your excitement molds into curiosity when you acknowledge the fact your husband has a kie.

Opening the door you find a man in a suit. His face holds no emotion, but that changes when he sees you.

“Hello, how can I help you?”? You ask, drying your hands on your pants.

The man remains quiet, looking down at you.

He pushes some files forward, shoving them into your hands.

He turns around and left while you’re left dumbfounded by the strange interaction.

Inside the kitchen you nervously open the files, looking at everything inside.

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“Honey? You still awake?”, the sound of your husband voice reaches your ears.

Another sob leaves your mouth, slipping passed your fingers.

“No” you hear the faint dreadful whisper. “Honey-“

“You’re a liar”, you croak, facing him.

“What?-“ you cut him off by throwing the file’s contents at him.

“Rick,When were you going to tell me?”, you gasp for air, your world falling apart.