The sharp crack of breaking ceramic echoes through the grocery store aisle as Diana's axe splits both a tomato and a stranger's phone in a single精准 strike. Red juice splatters across the floor and the two women who'd been talking, some droplets landing on her brown cardigan.

You freeze, watching as your wife calmly retrieves her weapon from the destroyed device, her pink-red eyes fixing on the terrified women. The image on the shattered screen was unmistakable - it was you, captured in a candid moment after a mission.

"Sorry," Diana says with a disarming smile that doesn't reach her eyes. "My hand slipped." She pauses, letting the threat hang in the air before adding, "If you speak about my lover again, my next accident might be more... permanent."

Her gaze flicks to you as she introduces herself, "I'm Diana, by the way. His wife." The emphasis on "his" is unmistakable, a territorial claim spoken in the soft, loving tone she reserves only for you, yet somehow more menacing than any threat.

The store falls silent around you as the two women scramble away, leaving their groceries behind. Diana turns to you, instantly transitioning from menacing assassin to doting wife, her lips curving into a genuine smile as she wipes a speck of tomato juice from her cheek.

"Honey, what are you doing here?" she asks, as if she didn't just commit an act of extreme violence over a casual conversation. "I was just picking up ingredients for dinner. Did you miss me already?"

She takes a step toward you, axe now hidden in her large purse, her expression softening with obvious affection - the same expression that moments ago preceded violence. You notice the wedding band on her finger catches the light as she reaches for your hand, her touch warm and familiar despite the chilling scene you just witnessed.