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When Love Dies: A Spy's Escape

Chapter 3 Chapter 3

Word Count: 800    |    Released on: 21/07/2025

blanket of shock and anticipation. All eyes were o

the impact. Her face was a cold, impassive mask, but

is voice was harsher now, the publi

sob. She stumbled towards him, her

, reaching for his arm. "I was just co

n's eyes were fixed on Gloria, but his gaze flickered down to Elyssa's dress.

int red mark on Gloria's cheek

ger directed at Gloria morphed into a co

e demanded, his voice

by the sudden shift.

repeated, his grip tightening o

yes,

t let he

em could hear. The public smile was gone, replaced by the face of a cruel strang

face crumpled. "But... Darwin, you said... you

rm away from her. "Security!" he called out, his voice ringing with authority. "Get

im, her eyes wide with disbelief and betrayal. Tear

ession instantly shifting back to one

orry. I don't know who that woman was,

, his voice a soot

eyes, the sweat on his brow. He wasn't protecting her. He was protecting himself,

ending his wife from an unhinged party crasher. Darwin's public image was more

ouch her lips. He was good

ain, she went to the private villa Darwin kept on the othe

was sligh

sound of moans, carried on the night air. The s

pt to the large glass window, peer

yssa, tangled together on a white

Elyssa was whispering, her voice h

with lust. "She's becoming a problem. But

ove

ust a dirty, meaningless sound. He had said them to he

ool, a weapon he used to get what he wanted. He loved her positio

t, so intense it felt physical. She backed awa

need to s

could play her for a fool. One day, he would be on his

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When Love Dies: A Spy's Escape
When Love Dies: A Spy's Escape
“"You will be declared dead, Gregoria." That's what Agent Christian told me. My life as an FBI agent was about to end, replaced by a ghost. No contact with my past, not even my husband, Darwin. But then, a week before my staged death, I walked into our home office and saw it: Darwin's laptop, open, displaying a live video feed. My husband, shirtless, with his assistant, Elyssa Daniel. They were kissing. My world tilted. I watched, frozen, as he kissed her. The sounds they made were obscene. I recognized the unique lines of his body, the watch I gave him for our anniversary. I stumbled back, my hand shaking as I reached for my phone. I had to confront this nightmare. I hit the call button. On the screen, Darwin froze, then answered my call. "Hey, honey. What's up?" His voice, so normal, so full of lies, broke something inside me. The phone slipped from my grasp. My heart, my love, my entire world had been a lie. I spent the night on the office floor, replaying the video. The evidence of his betrayal was a digital tombstone for our marriage. Each time I watched, disgust and pain grew. I looked at my wedding ring, a mark of my foolishness, and threw it across the room. He thought I was weak, predictable. He thought I loved him so much I'd believe the sky was green. But the woman who loved Darwin Mcintosh died on that office floor. And in that moment, my mission, my fake death, felt like an escape.”