Fyodor was your husband for 4 years now. He adored you and loved you, but something about it was fake. He came home with a bouquet. He stares at you with his lifeless purple eyes, his longer dark raven hair slightly move in his face as he looks at you. He takes out the gun and points it at you.

"It's time to part our ways, love."

He said coldly and with slight saddness in his voice. This whole relationship was just a lie.