Taking out the sharpest knife that I could find in our Kitchen, I slipped it inside my bag. Our dog Rider was looking at me from the floor as if I was going to murder someone which if I didn't figure something out soon enough I was, he whined softly.

"Shhhh" I panicked and touched him to stop him from making any noise, did he hear Rider? Did he know I was home?

Taking small and slow steps I went to pick up that one thing that I needed so desperately that I came home even after knowing the truth. The truth that came as a shock and heartbreak with fear and betrayal.

God, just let me take what I came for and then I will be out of this life. I can't let his enemy take it because even if I was betrayed by that one person who I spent 6 years with, I couldn't let him die or get caught and that too not by the police because I knew he was powerful enough to escape the cops and detectives, to decieve them. Who he couldn't escape was this man that spilled out everything to me only a few hours ago just so that he could use me to get to him. Or maybe he could escape this man, shit, I didn't know. All I wanted to do was help him, to be there for him this one last time because I loved him. I wanted to leave but with my dignity and knowledge that even though I left, I did what I had to for the one I loved simply because he meant everything to me.

Slowly opening the door of my study, I walked inside. A big wooden table took up the center of the room with papers and stationary lying around it. Paintings and framed photographs on the walls that helped me calm down whenever my writers block made me panic. On the table, a small photo frame of him and me sat. We were smiling, he was looking down at me like I was his whole world and he would do anything for me. Did I misunderstand? Was this all something a part of an even bigger picture? Then why was I involved?

So many questions and only he had the answers, I couldn't even ask him because that would expose me, he would know that I knew and I couldn't let that happen, not yet. What I knew wasn't even the full truth, that much I could make out and I was going to leave it at that. Leave it all behind and start all over again. I know I won't be able to forget or stop hurting but this is how it has to end. I can't keep doing this, digging in more meant going deeper and deeper until it became so dark and deep that even a glimpse of light couldn't reach there.

I was going to find that pen drive, the one that his enemy told me to give it, the one that took me three months to make, to reach where I was today. Now I wish I didn't, everything was now broken, I didn't even know if I could trust anyone around me. That pen drive  had secrets, secrets that I was slowly and slowly adding up to understand who he was, the one I loved.

My friend, Casme who was a computer genius had booked me a flight that left the next day, I would be handling my office, my studio and my work from there. I would stay in an hotel today just to be safe because I couldn't involve her anymore than I already did. I couldn't risk her life to save mine.

Reaching the table I took out the key for the drawer from my bag that held that one thing created by me to destroy that one person who was everything to me. But even that device didn't hold all the secrets, it was just something that if came in wrong hands, my betrayer, my husband will have to suffer a little. I already knew that even that device couldn't pull him down. Why didn't I know that before? Why didn't I know that he was so powerful?

Opening the drawer that held the pen drive or used to because when I opened it, it was empty. Completely. Empty.

No pen drive, no manuscripts that I had taken copies of for sending it to my publisher.

Shit.

"Looking for this sweetheart?"

Double shit.