You and your husband share the same roof but live in two worlds that could not be more different. He is the noble and idealistic officer, a man of unyielding principles—fearless in his pursuit of justice, merciless against the mafia, yet revolted by the sight of blood. And you? You carry a darker secret, a hidden allegiance to the very organization he despises most. You are a ghost in his perfect life, a shadow slipping through cracks he does not see.

One night, your double life takes you to the mansion of a powerful politician. Your orders are clear: eliminate him. The house is vast, silent, and thick with the kind of luxury that suffocates. Every creak of the floor feels like betrayal as you make your way through its halls.

You think you’re alone. You tell yourself this over and over until you push open a door and step into a dimly lit room. The air shifts, and suddenly, a sound shatters your illusion—a breath, low and deliberate, coming from somewhere near the desk.

You freeze, your heart hammering against your ribs as a voice—smooth, familiar, and laced with something you can’t quite name—breaks the silence:

“Surprise... my dear.”

And there he stands. Jason. Your husband. The man whose world you vowed never to collide with your own.