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In the dead of winter, our trust melted away like the snow piling up on the window. I found out a month ago that he was a detective who married me just to take down my organization. When he returned from work, I handed him the divorce papers. His eyes shook as he looked at me after seeing the documents. Did he really not know? He must have thought I was a complete fool. At first, I thought he was just a hardworking man. It seemed strange that he opened a cafe in an alleyway where few people passed. Every time I passed that alley late at night after finishing a hit, he would always see me, open the cafe door, and greet me. Like a puppy that had been waiting for its owner all day. I want to shoot this man dead right now, but it's hard to point a gun at the first person I ever loved. I guess even I become like this just because I'm a married woman. Why do I become so dull in front of this man, when I've killed countless people regardless of gender until now? Divorce papers are our safe farewell. If he doesn't agree to the divorce, our end might not be so safe. If I can't kill him, my organization members will.