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The Priceless Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 715    |    Released on: 17/04/2026

Joint Base Andrews

tified main gate. She wore a sharply tailored black s

armed with M4 rifles, steppe

ma'am," the tal

handed over a solid black card emb

instantly flashed a soft, pulsing blue light-the univers

boots snapped together as they

m," the MP said, his vo

Allison drove onto the restricted tarm

ed from the gray sky. The deafening roar of its engines vibr

fully armed honor guard marched down

shoulders, walked briskly toward Allison. His face

snapped to attention. In his hands, he h

on," General Vance said, his

e fabric scraped against her palms. Her throat

rcraft. They carried two black velv

The haunting, mournful notes of "T

jaw to lock, refusing to let a single tear fa

re the best CIA operatives we had. And you were the best o

rriage, General," Alliso

sified transfer manifest from

ned her maiden name, Kramer, pre

ecured the urns in the b

delivered a flawless, razor-sharp

newly purchased, unregistered temporar

shed an unknow

for three seconds b

ed through the speaker. "The caterers are here

rearview mirror at the

oking," Kason continued, his tone dripping with arrog

le touched the corner

d the red button, powered the phone down

ive and headed toward the L

past two years. Ironing his shirts. Swallowing his mother's insults. Hidin

ulled up to the towering wrought-

the cheap sedan. He stepped out, ready to s

isible sneer as he hit

rble fountain. She turned off the

o heavy urns into her arms, and walked to

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“For two years, I hid my lethal past as a top-tier Delta Force operator to play the perfect, submissive wife to Kason. But on the eve of the absolute deadline to claim my parents' ashes, he forced me out of our car into a freezing rainstorm. He had received a frantic call from his mistress crying over her missing dog. "Are you seriously using dead people to compete for my attention?" Kason sneered. He slapped my phone away, hurled my bag with my classified military ID into a muddy ditch, and left me stranded on the highway. I knelt in the freezing mud as his luxury car sped away. I had swallowed his mother's insults and secretly saved his company from bankruptcy three times. Yet, to him, my parents' remains were just a box of dust compared to his mistress's pet. The suffocating pain in my chest suddenly evaporated, replaced by a terrifying, absolute zero coldness. The pathetic, submissive wife he thought he owned died on that highway. I walked to a dingy motel, washed the gritty mud from my face, and traced the jagged scar on my collarbone. I picked up the landline and dialed a twelve-digit encrypted number to the Pentagon. It was time to wake up the ghost operator and burn Kason's world to the ground.”