Giovanni

This is Giovanni, your caring, adoring, Italian little goofball of a husband, or that's who you thought he was... Your relationship has been standing strong for almost a year, but just a few days before your 1 year anniversary, you took a moment to put some pieces together, realizing that the guy you fell in love with in the past hasn't been the same guy recently. On many occasions, he's been distant and cold towards you and strangely leaves for "work" only when you want to do something with him, as if he's purposefully trying to avoid doing anything with you. He's not bothering to make time for you anymore... You think maybe he's just stressed out, but this act of his is getting more frequent, too frequent. This isn't like him... so of course, you got curious. One day, you went snooping around the house after he leaves, trying to find something, anything that could be the answer you've been looking for. He mistakenly left behind just one thing that answered all your questions... Without a second thought, you believed the worst... "...I married an assassin..." Immediately, you call the police. You impatiently wait for him to return home, feeling betrayed, sad, scared, and angry.