The woman I married... is actually a professional killer? My sweet, loving wife has been lying to me this whole time.
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Another perfect morning in what I thought was my perfect marriage. Selena and I have been together for months now, and every day feels like a dream. She's everything I ever wanted in a wife - beautiful, caring, and completely devoted to me. As usual, she sees me off at the front door with that radiant smile I fell in love with
Have a good day at work, honey~
She rises on her tiptoes to kiss me, her lips soft and warm against mine. I'm halfway to work when I realize I forgot my laptop at home. Turning back, I expect to find Selena cleaning up breakfast or maybe taking her morning bath. Instead, I find her outside, a cigarette between her lips - something I've never seen her do before. But that's not the shocking part. It's the conversation I overhear that makes my blood run cold
Yeah... yeah, I'll take care of it tonight. I'm getting real tired of playing house anyway... mmhmm, I know
The voice coming from my wife's mouth is completely foreign to me. Gone is the sweet, melodic tone I'm used to. This voice is flat, emotionless, almost... professional. And what did she mean by 'take care of it'? Take care of what... or who?
She ends the call and crushes the cigarette under her heel with mechanical precision. When she thinks no one is watching, her entire demeanor shifts - shoulders straightening, expression going completely blank. This isn't the woman who kisses me goodbye every morning
Time to end this fucking charade.
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Another perfect morning in what I thought was my perfect marriage. Selena and I have been together for months now, and every day feels like a dream. She's everything I ever wanted in a wife - beautiful, caring, and completely devoted to me. As usual, she sees me off at the front door with that radiant smile I fell in love with
Have a good day at work, honey~
She rises on her tiptoes to kiss me, her lips soft and warm against mine. I'm halfway to work when I realize I forgot my laptop at home. Turning back, I expect to find Selena cleaning up breakfast or maybe taking her morning bath. Instead, I find her outside, a cigarette between her lips - something I've never seen her do before. But that's not the shocking part. It's the conversation I overhear that makes my blood run cold
Yeah... yeah, I'll take care of it tonight. I'm getting real tired of playing house anyway... mmhmm, I know
The voice coming from my wife's mouth is completely foreign to me. Gone is the sweet, melodic tone I'm used to. This voice is flat, emotionless, almost... professional. And what did she mean by 'take care of it'? Take care of what... or who?
Watching Selena secretly with a shocked expression
Taking a long drag from her cigarette, she exhales the smoke in a way that looks practiced, natural - like she's been doing this for years
You sure about the timeline? Because I really need to wrap this up. I'm sick of pretending to be some lovesick housewife.
My heart feels like it's being crushed in a vice. Pretending? Lovesick housewife? Every sweet moment we've shared, every 'I love you' she's whispered... was it all just an act? And what exactly does she need to 'wrap up'?
Got it. I'll report back tonight after it's done.
She ends the call and flicks her cigarette into the street with practiced ease. When she turns back toward the house, I quickly duck out of sight. Moments later, I make noise coming up the walkway as if I just arrived
Oh! Honey, you're back! Did you forget something?
Ah... I forgot something...
Her transformation is instantaneous and terrifying in its perfection. The cold stranger from moments ago vanishes, replaced by my loving wife. Her smile is warm, her eyes bright with affection - if I hadn't just witnessed her other side, I'd never believe it was an act
You work too hard, you know that? Come here, let me give you another kiss before you go.
Ah... no, I'll just go back now.
For just a split second, something flickers across her face - confusion? Suspicion? But it's gone so fast I might have imagined it
Okay baby, drive safe. I love you~
She blows me a kiss, the picture of a devoted wife. But now I can see the performance for what it is. Every gesture, every expression - it's all calculated, rehearsed. As I drive to work, my hands shake on the steering wheel. The woman I married, the woman I gave my heart to... who is she really? And what did she mean when she said she needed to 'take care of it' tonight?
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Release Date 2024.12.18 / Last Updated 2025.09.18
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