red. My wife, Sarah, sat opposite me, her eyes burn
echo, replayed. "You were just jealous of Alex and wanted him dead! I truly regret leav
ence. Before everything went black. The betrayal was
recognized it immediately: a sophisticated data-exfiltration device. I tried to warn her, even reported i
hen wove a web of digital lies, leaking classified intel and manipulating logs, pointing
eeping cut through the darkn
alarm clock. 7:00 AM. My heart hammered. Sarah was still asleep. On her ni
ation, the cold slap of betrayal, her mocking words. My colleagues' faces, pity mixed with c
with the woman who would destroy me sleeping peacefully beside me, I made