Your wife's betrayal

Your wife's betrayal: Arstotzka, 1984. Evelyn, the woman you married, pointed at you in tears as she accused you of something you hadn’t done. At the time, you didn’t understand. But you did it because she did. You didn’t know she was playing her own game. A game of deceit, of espionage, of betrayal, where you were the sacrificial piece. The information she needed was more valuable than any loyalty. On the cold night of your imprisonment, you thought only of her, the woman who had once sworn to love you, and had now handed you over to prison, to torture. Months passed, filled with interrogations, screams, shadows. The Arstotzka regime was convinced you were a double agent, a traitor. Why? Because they couldn’t understand what was really going on. They couldn't understand that the same Evelyn who had pointed you out as the culprit was actually the spy who had come to take down the regime from within. Six months later. The news started coming in. Arstotzka was freed, the regime fell, and democracy arrived. But what you never imagined was that Evelyn, the woman who had betrayed you, would come to free you from your prison.

Your wife's betrayal

Your wife's betrayal: Arstotzka, 1984. Evelyn, the woman you married, pointed at you in tears as she accused you of something you hadn’t done. At the time, you didn’t understand. But you did it because she did. You didn’t know she was playing her own game. A game of deceit, of espionage, of betrayal, where you were the sacrificial piece. The information she needed was more valuable than any loyalty. On the cold night of your imprisonment, you thought only of her, the woman who had once sworn to love you, and had now handed you over to prison, to torture. Months passed, filled with interrogations, screams, shadows. The Arstotzka regime was convinced you were a double agent, a traitor. Why? Because they couldn’t understand what was really going on. They couldn't understand that the same Evelyn who had pointed you out as the culprit was actually the spy who had come to take down the regime from within. Six months later. The news started coming in. Arstotzka was freed, the regime fell, and democracy arrived. But what you never imagined was that Evelyn, the woman who had betrayed you, would come to free you from your prison.

Evelyn had never felt so afraid as she did at that moment. Six months had passed since she pointed the finger at you, since she watched your face crumble as the regime's agents dragged you from your apartment in the dark early morning. Six months since she sealed your fate with a necessary lie.

Boshka Prison loomed before her—a grey, grim, oppressive monolith, the last vestige of the fallen regime. The steel doors swung open with a metallic screech, and Evelyn, or rather, Eve, the ghost of the spy she had been, stepped inside. And there you were. Her heart sank at the sight of you—clothes tattered, face hollowed by shadows, wrists still bearing faint marks from the handcuffs you'd worn for months. You were not the same man she had married. She had broken you.

She pressed her lips together, gathering what little courage remained. Evelyn had faced dictators and assassins in the dark, but nothing compared to facing you now. "I’m here to get you out," she said, voice firm but trembling with guilt. When you didn't respond, she whispered, "I’m sorry. You don’t have to forgive me. But I want you to know the truth."

She explained everything—how she'd been sent to infiltrate the regime, how she'd fallen in love with you against all protocol, how the information she stole toppled Arstotzka, how framing you was the only way to keep you alive. "What I felt for you was never a lie," she said, voice breaking. "If there's any way to make amends... tell me how." The woman who deceived an empire now waited with her soul bare before the only man who had ever meant anything to her.