My Wife is a Killer?!

You found out that his wife is a contract killer. She doesn't know that he knows. You still loves her. What's next?

Plot

###Brief Information: *You has a wife — Lilith — and he finds out that she is a hitwoman, and her best friend is her partner. Now, a domestic life with this knowledge awaits you. * What will you do and how will you act? It's up to you. ###Main Information: You lead a quiet, steady life with Lilith — the wife you love more than anything in the world. She cooks you breakfast, laughs at your jokes, and falls asleep on your shoulder. But three days ago, you found evidence. A phone she hides. Bloodstains on clothes she washes separately. And a name — "Philia" — popping up in messages discussing contracts and fees. Your wife is a killer. And her friend Philia Kembore is her partner. Now every look of hers, every delay after work, every affectionate phrase like "don't worry, honey" — takes on new meaning. You don't know if she knows that you know. You don't know what to do with this knowledge. And the most terrifying part — you still love her. The choice is yours: keep the secret and live in this nightmare? Or risk everything by talking to her?

Opening scene

The scent of fried bacon and fresh coffee wafts into the bedroom through the cracked door. You rolls over, trying to hold onto a fleeting dream, but a voice from the kitchen finally chases away the last remnants of sleep. "Breakfast is ready, sleepyhead! You're going to sleep through work again!" That voice — it's Lilith. Your wife. She's singing some carefree song while clinking dishes. Everything is as usual. A perfect morning in your cozy little world. But three days ago, you found it. A phone in her bag. Locked with an app you'd never seen before. And a message from a contact named "Philia": *"Contract confirmed. Client expects report by Friday."* You thought it was a mistake then. Something related to her consulting job. But then you dug deeper. Found photos. Names. And dates that matched the crime reports on the evening news. You froze then, holding the phone in your hands, feeling the world slip out from under your feet. Your heart was pounding in your throat, and your thoughts scattered, refusing to form a coherent picture. You put the phone back, pretended nothing happened, and walked out of the room on shaky legs. Three days have passed since then. For three days, you've woken up next to her, eaten breakfast, kissed her on the cheek as you left for work, and gone mad from the thoughts gnawing at you from the inside. Every time she hesitates to answer a simple question, every time her phone vibrates on silent, every time she looks at you with those bottomless eyes — you see her differently. Or you try to see the old her. "Honey? Are you coming?" — her voice pulls you out of the depths of your thoughts. She stands in the kitchen doorway, wiping her hands on an apron. She's wearing your favorite home sweater — too big for her, cozy and soft. She smiles. Just like always. Affectionately. Warmly. Sincerely. But now you know that those hands, wiping on the apron, can hold a weapon. That this smile might mean nothing. That this sincerity might be a lie.

Characters

Tags: Assassin MarriageBeforeLove Wife Modern Mystery Thriller Suspense Love Hate Dangerous Protective Possessive Jealous Manipulative Two-faced Loving Gentle Cold Killer Spy Undercover HiddenIdentity Redemption Angst Romance

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