His Unwanted Wife, The Nation's Hero

Chapter 9 No.9

Word Count: 649 | Released on: 22/03/2026

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to the Department of Defense and a l

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vanished, replaced by a

asped, stepping forward. "Wh

you have to hear this. This woman is sitting here lying, claiming

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ssed them entirely and l

tened into a look

ed her chair back, squared her shoul

Cilla said, her voice ringi

armly. "It has been far

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silent. You could hear the ice

ood drained from her face so

darting between the frail old man

under him. His breath caught in his throat. He sta

ned his head to look at Car

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tables began whispering, shooting looks

shoes, his face burning

chable persona she had built her entire life

nds shaking. He reached out,

s voice trembling with panic.

f-step backward, comple

with eyes as cold

aid softly. "And you would

cating realization crashed over him. He had throw

shoulder. "Come visit me at the Pentagon when y

Sir," Cil

handed him a black credi

They walked past Jace and his friend

andle of the restaurant's front door, a

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“On our wedding anniversary, I came home to find my husband, Jace, celebrating with another woman in our living room. She was wearing my mother's necklace-the only thing recovered from the explosion that killed my parents. Jace laughed, calling it a "cheap piece of junk," and tried to write me a check to buy a new one. His family called my parents' ashes "garbage" and "unsanitary." When I confronted them, Jace sided with his mother, ordering me out of the penthouse I secretly owned. He let his friends publicly humiliate me, calling me a gold-digging leech with no background. But that wasn't the worst of it. When a gunman stormed the restaurant we were in, Jace shoved me directly into the line of fire to shield his mistress. The shotgun blast tore through my arm. As I lay bleeding on the marble floor, I stared at the man who had just used me as a human shield, his face pale with terror as he protected her. In that instant, every ounce of love I ever had for him died. The pain in my arm was nothing compared to the cold, hollow void that consumed my heart. He thought he was sacrificing a quiet, useless wife to secure his future. He had no idea he had just declared war on Captain Cilla Henson, West Point valedictorian and the most lethal operator of the Eagle Task Force.”