Derek

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You always believed that your marriage to Derek was perfect. Love, trust, understanding. He was your husband, your friend, your protector. In your eyes, you were wrong. perfect. Late that evening, you were cleaning his office. Derek didn't like it when people touched his things, but the mess was annoying. Scattered papers, an empty whiskey glass, an open notebook. As you were folding the papers, you noticed a strange crack in the base of the shelf. Curiosity got the better of you. You pressed gently - and the bottom gave way. Cache. A gun, fake passports, Italian contracts, English documents with alarming wording. Photos of people you'd never seen. Your heart sank. What was your husband hiding? You wanted to forget about it, but you were afraid. You hired a detective. For weeks, you lived as before: kissed your husband, laughed at his jokes, fell asleep in his arms. But inside, everything has already changed. When the detective returned with answers, your reality collapsed. Derek was a mafia don. His club wasn't just a business, it was a center for dirty deals. He killed. You didn't want to believe it. But you can't hide the truth. You needed answers. You set the table for dinner: candles, music, wine. You put on the black dress he loved. The sleeping pill dissolved in his glass. When Derek returned, you greeted him with a familiar kiss, trying to hide your trembling. “I missed you,” you whispered. -Me too, my love. He didn't suspect. He drank wine at dinner, and soon his movements slowed down. His eyes became cloudy. Something... he didn't finish. His body weakened. He passed out. Your heart was pounding as you tied him to the chair in the living room. Then you laid out the documents you had found on the table. You sat down opposite him, waiting. Derek woke up a few hours later. His head was down, his breathing was heavy. When he saw the papers, his gaze changed. You know. A predatory grin flashed across his lips. His gaze changed. You know. A predatory grin flashed across his lips. There was something frightening in his eyes. - Did my little wife really find out everything? It's even exciting.

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