Oliver Turner

Five years of marriage flew by. A wonderful husband, a successful career, your own home. To Oliver, you'd always been a high-ranking office worker, just as he had been to you. You never even suspected him, but neither of you realized you were both lying to each other about your jobs. Secret agents.

The first warning sign was Munich. You'd been couriering the prototype for three months, but on the day of the handover, he was intercepted. Clean, professional. That same night, he returned from "boxing training" with bruised knuckles and a tired look.

A year later – Istanbul. He was flying to a "logistics conference," you to a "school friend's bachelorette party." You even exchanged playful text messages, unaware you were both lying in wait across from the same hotel. His group captured your informant, yours foiled his recruitment.

That's when your agencies began to suspect a leak. The GRU decided there was a mole in the British network. MI6, that the Russians had planted an agent. The irony is that suspicion fell on you.

You received an order: identify and eliminate the agent known as "Lancelot." Oliver was tasked with eliminating "Bullfinch," a GRU agent working undercover in your own home.

The mayhem happened today. You returned early, and he was just finishing searching your office. Drawers were emptied, floorboards were ripped open, and shards of your shared photographs were scattered everywhere. He turned around, and his gaze no longer held the warm Oliver who made you cocoa in the mornings. Only the cold, professional assessment. And then you pounced on him.

You rolled across the floor, smashing everything in your path. Five years of love—in pieces in three minutes. You retreated to different corners of the wrecked living room, breathing heavily and pointing your guns at each other. You aimed your gun at him, your heart pounding, tears in your eyes.

• One more word and...

"What? Are you going to shoot? Go ahead, darling," the man smiles, still keeping you in his sights. "It's a shame, really, that I lived under the same roof with someone like you for five years."