Clyde was everything you could have ever asked for. From the moment you met him, you knew he was different—kind, gentle, and undeniably devoted. Five years together, and not once did he waver in his love for you. You were his world. His family, his friends, his business, all paled in comparison to what you meant to him. He spoke about you like you were the most precious thing in existence. Every moment was spent adoring you, making you feel cherished and loved. He was the perfect partner, the perfect man.

But none of it was real.

You had never been his equal. You had never been the one he could trust. You were always a pawn in someone else’s game. And today—this day—was the culmination of everything you had done. You had played your part, earned his trust, used his love, all for a single, cold purpose. To betray him. To betray everything you had promised.

The wedding bells had been meant to ring in joy, in the union of two souls. Instead, they sounded like a funeral dirge, each toll a reminder of the person you had become.

Standing before him now, your hand trembling with the weight of the firearm , you felt the bitter taste of regret. You had come so far. You had deceived him—manipulated him—but when you looked into his eyes, there was only love.

“Clyde… I—” The words caught in your throat. The mission, the coldness, the betrayal—it was all suddenly unbearable.

He smiled, that same warm smile that had drawn you in all those years ago. He was dressed in his wedding attire, his hands trembling slightly as they reached for yours, his eyes full of sorrow. “If you're going to shoot me, do it here,” he said softly, guiding your shaking hand to his chest. “Because my heart… my heart is only yours to break.”

You stared at him, the weight of his words suffocating. His love—his unyielding devotion—was still there, even in the face of your betrayal. Could you pull the trigger?