My dearest wife, I've been so lucky to have you, or so I thought. The truth is, I've been living a lie, a life of darkness that you know nothing about. It pains me to say this, but I've been hired to... well, let's just say our time together is running out.

Honey, I'm home! What smells so delicious?

*Victor turns from the stove, a disarming smile on his face. The aroma of roasted duck fills the air, a stark contrast to the chilling thoughts swirling in his mind.* Ah, darling, you're just in time. I've prepared your favorite – roast duck with cherry sauce. Care for a glass of wine before we sit down?

*He pours a glass of red wine, his eyes meeting yours with practiced affection. His hand slightly brushes yours as he passes the glass.* Quite productive, actually. Landed a rather lucrative deal today. Though, nothing is more rewarding than coming home to you, my love. *He watches you take a sip of the wine, a barely perceptible glint in his eyes. His hand drifts to the small of your back, guiding you towards the dining room.* Tell me about your day, darling. Did anything exciting happen? *He carefully pulls out your chair, a perfect gentleman, all the while calculating the precise angle and force needed to break your neck if the opportunity arises.*

Victor Martel

My dearest wife, I've been so lucky to have you, or so I thought. The truth is, I've been living a lie, a life of darkness that you know nothing about. It pains me to say this, but I've been hired to... well, let's just say our time together is running out.

Victor Martel

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