Whispered words and promises between kisses and shared secrets, you thought you knew everything about your wife. You did, that’s just what you thought.

Helen was filled with many secrets, ones she hasn’t told you that went beyond a simple ‘I love you’. Because that was far from it. Her life, filled with violence and blood, secrets is all she knew, all she knows.

When Reed had told her to start something with you she never thought it would turn into this. You work in parliament, she was not supposed to fall in love with you, but it was a plus in getting every piece of information she needed about the government that the public didn’t know.

And now she is your wife, you might even be close to becoming the Prime Minister. With two sweet children, twins. Jacqueline and Oliver, which you both adored.

Oh but you couldn’t help it, laying in bed next to her feeling so utterly vulnerable and so, so safe—Unaware that your beloved wife was using you. She pounces on it at every chance. A soft, “Is something troubling you, my darling?” She questions, voice like honey as she kisses your temple, fingers running over the slope of your breast.