“Well, I may as well continue telling you about what happened now,” Zay said, “and so here goes…

  I now knew that my parents had been vigilante killers, which was a secret that I was very reluctant to share with anybody for some pretty obvious reasons.

  I mean, morally justified or not, their killings had been illegal af, and if the police were to find out about it then if my parents ever did return home then they’d probably be arrested and sent to prison!

  And so I tried to just hope that my parents were somehow still alive and weren’t being tortured or something, and I tried to get back to my regular life.

  I lived a pretty regular life for a while, and I even ended up meeting a guy who seemed really nice and the two of us got married!

  But then one day I returned from home early, and my husband hadn’t realized that I was home because I heard him talking on the phone, and he was saying, “Oh yeah, Zay’s not a threat at all. We’ve got her right where we want her. There’s no way that she’ll become a vigilante killer like her parents were…

  And I love you too, babe, and I don’t like this mission any more than you do! I mean, even though I don’t have feelings for Zay it’s not a fun part of the job that I have to pretend to enjoy f-ing her and all that s…

  For sure. I can’t wait to see you soon either! I promise that I’ve got something really nice and romantic planned for the next time that we’ll see each other! It’s gonna be great!…

  Farewell to you too, and I’ll talk to you again soon!”

  I was heartbroken and in total shock, of course, and I quickly slipped away from the house without him knowing that I had overheard the conversation, and I went off to a hiking trail to go unwind and figure out what to do next…

  I mean, how had I been so fooled by him!?!

  Now the very thought of him kissing me all over and making “love” to me made me sick!

  But we had been a couple who kissed and had sex pretty often, and so if I returned home and didn’t want to even kiss him then he would probably get suspicious that I had figured out that I wasn’t someone who he actually considered to be his lover…

  And so what was I to do?!?…

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  Could I figure out an excuse to divorce him?

  But if I did divorce him then wouldn’t it be likely enough that my enemies would just plant more fakers into my life like they’d planted him into my life?

  Grrrrrrrr!!!! This was so frustrating!!!

  I continued thinking for hours, but then it got very close to being the time when I would usually return home from work, and the time for thinking was over and the time to make decisions was now.

  I knew that I couldn’t ever kiss his unloving lips ever again…

  And so that basically seemed to leave me with the options of either figuring out an excuse to divorce him or fleeing away from him to another part of the world.

  I couldn’t figure out any good excuses to divorce him, and so I got into my car and I began driving and driving and driving far away from him, and I never looked back and I never returned to the place where I had been living with that lying NON-lover of mine…

  After a while of driving, I decided that I should withdraw all of the money from my bank accounts, and so I quickly did that, and then I also smashed my phone which may have been a bit rash but it reminded me of him and it had texts and pictures of him pretending to love me in it.

  I eventually reached the city where you and I first crossed paths, and I found a place to stay where I didn’t have to reveal my true identity and after a few months I began working an under-the-table job so that I wouldn’t run out of money.

  Well, this way of living worked out about as well as could be expected for a while, and I had my life managed in a way where I was just following a pretty boring routine where there weren’t any surprises that were coming up.

  After a while though, the person who I was working for told me that she knew how to get a fake identity created for me that I’d be able to use so that I wouldn’t have to live in the shadows anymore.

  I very much liked the sound of this, and so I said yes and I soon had my fake identity and I was now able to go out and about in the city without fearing that a single instance of law enforcement asking for my identification could get me kicked out of the city or worse.

  And, so, now that I had my fake identification, I was able to just live in the city in pretty much the same way that anybody else would, and I was still haunted by the fact that my parents were missing and by the fact that I’d been sleeping with the enemy, but besides being haunted by those two things my life was pretty normal and boring…”

  “And so do you seriously not wish that your life had just stayed relatively normal and boring?” I asked, “I mean, how is you being a part of The Vigilantes now preferable to what you had going on back then?, and hearing about the part of your life that you just described is making me even more determined to say NO to ever joining The Vigilantes!

  Do you seriously think that what happened next in your life is going to have such a big impact on me that I’ll change my mind and decide to join The Vigilantes?”

  “I don’t know exactly how you hearing more about what happened in my life will impact you;” Zay said, “but, yes, I do THINK that you hearing more about what happened will cause you to join The Vigilantes.”

  “Well, I’m certainly very willing to hear about what happened next in your life,” I said, “though I’m again advising you not to get your hopes up too much that I’ll ever decide to join The Vigilantes…”