My Wife Gave My Assassin Badge to Her Lover
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My wife never knew what I really did. She only knew I was gone most of the year and money hit our account every month.
The day she cheated, she rummaged through my drawer, found an eagle-shaped brooch, and gifted it to her lover like a flashy accessory. “It’s worthless,” she said. “Perfect with a suit.” I warned her again and again to bring it back. She called me annoying, powered off her phone, and blocked me everywhere.
She didn’t know I’m a cleaner—the kind who handles quiet jobs—and that brooch isn’t jewelry. It’s an organization badge, a mark that turns you into a target the moment it appears in public.
That night, the killers came. The ballroom was sealed. She trembled under a table while her lover shoved her out to take the bullets.
When a cold gun barrel pressed to her temple and someone asked, “Who does the brooch belong to?”
The day she cheated, she rummaged through my drawer, found an eagle-shaped brooch, and gifted it to her lover like a flashy accessory. “It’s worthless,” she said. “Perfect with a suit.” I warned her again and again to bring it back. She called me annoying, powered off her phone, and blocked me everywhere.
She didn’t know I’m a cleaner—the kind who handles quiet jobs—and that brooch isn’t jewelry. It’s an organization badge, a mark that turns you into a target the moment it appears in public.
That night, the killers came. The ballroom was sealed. She trembled under a table while her lover shoved her out to take the bullets.
When a cold gun barrel pressed to her temple and someone asked, “Who does the brooch belong to?”












































