Desperation

She loved what she thought he was. His hidden life far from her world and his son's.

She never questioned why his schedule was off, or why he was somewhat distressed some nights after work. Her belief was innocent. He worked odd hours at an office, with a family photo neatly placed on the corner of his desk. Or so she thought.

She didnt know that he had blood on his hands. She didn't realise that the fire behind his eyes were mostly of furious anguish. She didn't realise the war in his head.

If she had, she would've wept for him. She would let her sobs echo through the walls of the house as she did now.

On the morning she was told her husband had vanished. After their beautiful date and exchange of pure passion. Somehow in that moment she could still feel him there. As though it was a joke and he would out the door and her little boy would scream for him.

But night came and he did not. She laughed bitterly when her two year old asked where his father was. How could she explain to him, when she was so bitter inside, so shattered.

Soon suspicions rose to his disappearance. And she was the one who was blamed.

Her burning love for him had turned into an odd reason to kill him and leave him. At least to the public.

Now she has to prove to the public that she didn't destroy her husband's existence and discover the true identity of Jake Hunter.

What truly lay behind his mask?