[ 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 .

Now: 
 
 Betrayal is a bomb. Once it is there is must explode wrecking havoc on all those involved. Both those voluntarily involved and those involved by default. 
 
 Lori was a first for me in a long time. I had n't been in a serious relationship in two years, and before that it had only been with men. I ’ d gotten pregnant with my daughter Isabella - Bella for short - sophomore year of high school. I went to a catholic school. The only safe sex taught was no sex at all. And once I tried it I could n't tell anyone. And then everyone knew. 
 
 Okay okay. So before Lori I'd never actually been with a woman. Just a few make out seshes and boob grabbing the few times I did get out. For the most part Bella was, and still is, my entire life. And that is how it should be. I guess I just always figured I would find her a dad if I did get married. I never imagined meeting someone like Lori. And now that it's over I know I was right all along. She was too good to be true. She never loved me. 
 
 Then: 
 
 Wedding Day - Sunday, December 18th, 2016 
 
 Everything is perfect. Just a small wedding with all of our closest friends. A two-dress wedding. We both picked out dream dresses. Mine a vintage 50s A-cut style hitting just below the knees. Her is a modern Vera Wang in a mermaid design straight off the runway. The lace on hers had been handcrafted to match mine; a sweet daisy design. We complemented each other with matching red silk sashes tied around our waists. It symbolizes our undying love and the symbolic uniting of our blood through marriage. 
 
 Bella, at her beautiful innocent age of 15 ( the same age I was when I had her ), is both Lori and my maid of honor and the only bridesmaid. She is dressed all in red. A lovely simple silk gown that skims the ground and hugs her budding figure. 
 
 The wedding is at Mrs. Banks house. She's my employer and mentor. Her home is a beautiful Victorian. We cleared out the front room, filling it with chairs and sprinkling white rose petals on an aisle of rolled out red carpet. It is cheesy and perfect. 
 
 Now: 
 
 I guess I should of seen the signs. But she had me smitten. I'd never met, little less dated, someone who was so cool with my relationship with my daughter. In fact she encouraged me to spend more time with Bella and always included Bella in everything. It was to the point where I would be the one pushing for us to do something'just the two of us.' It was wonderful and perfect. She dated me as a family. 
 
 Then: 
 
 Honeymoon - Monday Evening, December 19th, 2016 
 
 I stare at the phone. Or at least I think it is a phone. The back says Galaxy XD 16. It hovers above my palm. 
 
 I found it when I dumped Lori's carryon to find the bracelet I was going to ask to borrow for dinner tonight. She was in the bathroom meticulously applying layers and layers of mascara for her signature doll eye look. ( Her eyes were a stunning hazel with a blue outside rim. I'd never seen any like them and she said they were a family heirloom ). She came back into the bedroom as I stood there'holding' the'phone.' She pauses in the connecting doorway. The bathroom light casting a shadow over her making her expression hard to read. Not that I could of. I felt so confused. 
 
 `` Lori… What is this?'' 
 
 She sweeps in and takes it from where it floats above my palm. A laser emits from it scanning her left eye. It makes a successive chiming sound. She makes some quick hand motions over it. Its glowing goes black. It plops into her hand. She puts it into the pocket of the hotel robe she wears. 
 
 `` It's nothing.'' 
 
 `` Nothing?'' 
 
 `` You need to sit down.'' She sighs. Now that she stand in the bedroom I can see her face. It is serious. The laugh lines are horizontal. She takes me by the crook of the arm and guides me back until I ’ m sitting on the bed. `` Lori?'' 
 
 `` I'm from the future.'' 
 
 `` What?'' 
 
 `` Ssssshhh. I came to protect Bella. She's going to be the first female president. She will save thousands of lives. But I have to save her first.'' 
 
 `` What?'' 
 
 `` She will be killed in a school shooting at her prom. I'm going to chaperone. I will take the bullet for her. History will proceed as planned.'' 
 
 `` What?'' 
 
 `` And now I have to wipe your memory so we can go to dinner.'' 
 
 Now: 
 
 She did. We were married. A happy family for nearly three years. She chaperoned Bella's prom. She died that night. A school shooting. Seven students killed. Bella was n't one of them. That's the night I remembered. 
 
 She loved Bella. Not me. She took a bullet for her. Not me. 
 
 But in this way she loved me more than anyone ever could. 

