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When Love Dies: A Spy's Escape

Chapter 4 Chapter 4

Word Count: 844    |    Released on: 21/07/2025

ticking away the seconds. She hadn't slept. The image of

irst light of dawn painted the sky grey. Da

sitting there, a dark s

ing to his chest. "You scared me.

he could see it clearly now, another fresh hickey, darker this time

e said, her voice ra

out with practiced ease. "A crisis at the in

, that he would never spend a night away from home, no

as a hollow, empty feeling, the final death o

nded herself. The thought wa

and she felt a warm trickle from her nose. She broug

e, his face pale with genuine shoc

aid, pushing his hand

tight with alarm. "We're going to the hospital

, sidestepping him graceful

e was starting to feel it, the invisible wall she had built b

rang. A special ringtone, a soft, sultr

reen, then guiltily

id, her voice f

s voice a low, irritated murmur.

s Elyssa.

sion strained. "That was the office aga

on of lies wrapped in a handsome package. How could he stand there, fresh from his mistress's

," sh

cted kiss on the forehead. "I'll call you from

eft without a b

to the hos

ctor looked at her test result

s the nosebleed. But it's not surprising, given the circumstances." Th

. Pregnant. A baby. Their baby. The on

orst possible moment. A

doctor asked, noticing the co

ol of their love, a new beginning. Now, it was just a link to

couldn't bring a child

to compose herself, she heard a fa

as D

filled with a pure, unadulterated joy she hadn't heard

ugging Elyssa, spinning her around in the sterile hospital corridor

as his "e

The pain was so immense it was cleansing. It burne

k to the doctor's office,

lear and calm. "I've made a dec

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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.”