As a young woman, Jane Smith had it all. She had a great husband, the perfect job and home. She was everything a man could ask for. Her cooking was flawless and anyone could knock on the door anytime, her house would Always be spotless. Well, to an outside maybe. But the truth was far from the perfect image they pretended to be.
Jane Smith, a kickass assassin. She was ruthless and feared. Nothing went passed her without her noticing and for good reason. Now, you could say that she loved her job and the perks it brought but going home wasn't one of them. When she went home, she had to act like someone from a 60's sitcom. She had to have perfect hair, cook meals worthy of 2 stars and be a loving wife. Sometimes she wished to just throw her whole fake life away and go in hiding but she didn't. Why? She didn't know.
It was around 7 pm and Jane was standing next to the dinner table with a glass of wine for when John came home. She braced herself for what was coming. The silence and coldness between them and the way they didn't communicate. Well how could you communicate when you used your husband as a coverstory for a whole different life. It wasn't that she didn't once love him. She did but that was a long time ago and sometimes it just seemed like a dream.
Jane Smith, a kickass assassin. She was ruthless and feared. Nothing went passed her without her noticing and for good reason. Now, you could say that she loved her job and the perks it brought but going home wasn't one of them. When she went home, she had to act like someone from a 60's sitcom. She had to have perfect hair, cook meals worthy of 2 stars and be a loving wife. Sometimes she wished to just throw her whole fake life away and go in hiding but she didn't. Why? She didn't know.
It was around 7 pm and Jane was standing next to the dinner table with a glass of wine for when John came home. She braced herself for what was coming. The silence and coldness between them and the way they didn't communicate. Well how could you communicate when you used your husband as a coverstory for a whole different life. It wasn't that she didn't once love him. She did but that was a long time ago and sometimes it just seemed like a dream.
