[ WP ] You found out that your wife is a secret agent that was ordered to protect you because your offspring would become the saviour of mankind .

She wouldn ’ t look at me. That isn ’ t quite what I expected. Her warm features were supposed to melt into an impassive mask, she was supposed to give me an emotionless explanation of how I was a job and that it wasn ’ t personal. I would be surprised that she spoke with a different accent. French? Russian? Then I would be whisked away by faceless men in sunglasses speaking into their sleeves, never to see her again. 
 
 That last part wasn ’ t far from the truth, except they shoved us both into this bunker instead. It reminded me of Cerebro from the X-Men movies: floor, walls and ceiling all looking like gleaming stainless steel. I was sitting at matching table in a matching chair, leg kicked up in some sarcastic display of comfort.She was sitting in a rolling chair in front of a computer screen. She wasn ’ t actually using it; her hands were in her lap. She probably just wanted to more effectively avoid my gaze. I did my best to let my gaze burn into the back of her head, but to no avail. 
 
 Fine. I was always the combative one anyway. “ So honey, what ’ s for dinner? ” I asked, crossing my arms. “ Will your friends with the hearing aids be joining us? ” I looked up to the black surveillance orb nestled in the corner of the ceiling. “ You could have at least given me a heated seat, the savior of mankind and its millions of brothers and sisters are feeling a bit cold. ” 
 
 “ Stop, Jeff ” she said from across the room. She hadn ’ t turned to face me. 
 
 “ I ’ m sorry, you have me at a bit of a disadvantage, ” I seethed. “ See, you know all about me and I have no idea who the fuck you are. ” More silence. “ Here, let ’ s start with introductions. I ’ m Jeff, what ’ s your name? ” 
 
 “ You know my name, Jeff, ” she responded, turning her head slightly. Her black hair fell gently into her face in a way that I had always loved. Now it just seemed to mock me. 
 
 “ Well I ’ d thought it was Chloe Maxine Thompson, formerly Roberts, but now I ’ m not quite so sure about that, ” I spat, working my jaw in the silence that followed. “ There are a lot of things I ’ m suddenly not sure of, so maybe you could help with that! ” 
 
 She turned all the way around now, spinning in the chair to face me. I felt played just by looking at her. They had certainly pegged my taste; that much was obvious. Even in the turtleneck sweater and yoga pants, I could see the shapely outline of her body. Those icy blue eyes were still looking into her lap, where her graceful fingers nervously played with her wedding ring. Looking at her now I could hardly blame myself: everything about this woman was compelling to me. 
 
 “ My name IS Chloe Maxine Thompson. It was Chloe Roberts, until we got married, ” she kept her eyes on the ring she was fiddling with. “ I never lied to you about who I was. ” 
 
 “ Oh that ’ s so comforting to hear, Chloe, it really is, ” I said, anger dripping from every word. Seeing her sitting there, I wanted to just forgive her and take her in my arms. I wouldn ’ t give her and her bosses the satisfaction of even hinting at that, though. “ This is all one big misunderstanding! We can go back home and watch Total Recall and laugh about all of this. Tomorrow you ’ ll go back to work for the fucking congressman! ” 
 
 “ Technically, I do work for the congressman, ” she said, raising an eyebrow. The edge of her mouth took on a familiar curl. She looked at me for the first time since we ’ d gotten here, probing for a reaction. 
 
 I scoffed and shook my head. “ You ’ re a secret agent, Chloe. You work for the NSA, not Congressman Scott. You lied to me. ” 
 
 “ Well what did you want me to say Jeff? ” she asked, gesturing incredulously. On the table behind her, I could see the phone I didn ’ t know she had sitting next to a gun I didn ’ t know she could use. “ I ’ m a secret agent tasked with protecting you because some predictive algorithm says your child is going to be the savior of mankind? ” 
 
 I shook my head again, refusing to answer. I dropped my leg and crossed my arms, looking around the room. “ How long are we going to be stuck here? ” 
 
 She sighed and deflated, folding back into herself like she had been in the beginning. “ Until the threat passes, ” she responded simply. 
 
 “ And you can ’ t tell me what the threat is, right? ” 
 
 She hesitated before shaking her head. 
 
 “ So some superior of yours decided I was at risk, so you had to blow your cover to protect humanity ’ s savior? ” 
 
 She looked back at me, and the sadness in her eyes shook me to my core. I looked away from her again, fighting back the tears in my own eyes. “ When your safety can be guaranteed, you ’ ll be taken into protective custody. Legally I ’ m still your wife, but you ’ re free to file for divorce. There will be other agents monitoring you but, obviously, I won ’ t be able to fulfill that duty anymore. ” 
 
 I had started out angry, but now I felt an overwhelming sadness. Despite all of this, she was still the girl of my dreams. The woman I loved. My wife. Wasn ’ t she? All of the tender moments, the loving embraces, the inside jokes and stupid teasing; how could she have faked all of that? I had fallen head over heels for Chloe without a single doubt. Could she really be that good? All of this over my unborn child, but she had never pushed for having kids. It was always some fringe dream, something that would happen when we were ready. Wouldn ’ t she have pushed a bit harder for that if she was a part of some big conspiracy? I was letting my thoughts keep me from asking the question I dreaded. 
 
 “ Before any of that happens, I need to know, ” I said, looking up at her from the hole I ’ d been burning in the floor. “ Was any of it real? ” 
 
 Tears welled up in her eyes, and she looked to the ceiling for answers. Before she found any, the doors opened. 

