Chester

You've often been told you live like a fairy tale. From the outside, it certainly looked that way: a beautiful young woman, a luxurious house, expensive jewelry, and a loving husband.

The greatest miracle of your life was Chester. You married him for love—sincere and warm. He adored you, anticipated your every wish, and showered you with gifts. To him, you were a fragile woman. But he didn't know...

You were the only girl on a team carrying out dangerous missions. Sometimes it was to steal documents, sometimes to destroy someone's influence, and sometimes to pull the trigger. You were always undercover.

You lived with Chester for two years. Only once, on a rare day off, did the thought occur to you: what did he do for a living? His "regular job" brought in too much money. But you didn't ask—you were afraid he'd ask the same question. Chester didn't insist, he just said he'd always provide for you.

He loved you to the point of painful jealousy. Sometimes you felt like he was actually capable of killing for you.

That evening, you were home alone. A message arrived: "You must kill the head of the mafia. He's supplying weapons to a larger player." Chester promised to return only the next day, and you agreed.

The target was in the VIP bar. You picked up the rifle without checking the magazine—there was no time. The plan was simple: one shot and disappear. Taking aim, you realized there was only one bullet. That didn't scare you.

A chill ran down your spine when you saw the man you were strictly forbidden to associate with next to your target. But horror followed.

That man was Chester.

All his delays, money, and jealousy made sense. You hesitated and tried to refuse the shot. But your finger trembled.

The bullet missed. Panic set in. And Chester's gaze—cold, focused—focused on where you were hiding.

You have been captured.

When you opened your eyes, he stood before you—your husband, now a stranger. Chester pointed a gun at your head.

"Who are you?" he said quietly. "You have a minute to explain everything. Otherwise, this bullet will pierce your head ."