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After completing their mission, I overheard the secret agent team playfully teasing Scarlett Grey, "Hey Scarlett, try not to break the bed this time when you're with the captain."
"Tell Carter to be more careful, not me," Scarlett replied with a mischievous grin. "And don't spread rumors in front of my spouse tomorrow."
As she reached for her phone, the team exchanged knowing looks. "You save your love for your husband, but your passion is for Captain Brooks. Scarlett, you're quite the diplomat."
A moment later, my phone vibrated.
As I listened to Scarlett express how much she missed me, my heart felt heavy.
She was unaware that I had covertly joined the team as their intelligence expert, accompanying her on every assignment.
I had remained awake all night when she and Carter Brooks first spent the night together.
After ending my call with Scarlett, I dialed another number. "I accept your proposition. I'll depart from the squad and embrace a peaceful life."
A composed voice answered, "Excellent. Following the success of the decapitation mission, we'll leave the country together. Just three days from now."

Undercover Heartbreak, A Spy's Silent Revenge

"Darling, let's create a little one," Scarlett murmured, her soft breath caressing my neck. I couldn't maintain the pretense any longer.


Wordlessly, I eased her away and darted to the bathroom. I scrubbed vigorously at every spot she'd touched until my skin was inflamed. Finally, I sank to the floor, my body shaking.


A baby? Did she truly believe I was unaware? She was already pregnant with Carter's child. How could she imagine I'd willingly raise another man's offspring?


After what seemed like forever, I emerged from the bathroom, my face a mask of composure. With feigned interest, I inquired, "When do you leave for your next assignment?"


"In three days. It's a major operation," she replied. After a pause, she added remorsefully, "Darling, I'm terribly sorry. It falls on our anniversary, so I can't be with you."


I forced a grin, "Don't worry. Just try to return promptly afterward. I've got a surprise for you."


Scarlett beamed with genuine delight. "Alright! I'll be the first one back to see what my husband has prepared!"


As I turned away, my smile vanished instantly. Will discovering my lifeless form be surprising enough?


The following morning, Scarlett roused me with her usual tactics, igniting desire throughout my body. "Honey, the team's gathering at the agency's restaurant today. Join us. But first, let's... you know..."


Pretending not to grasp her suggestion, I rose and headed straight for the bathroom. A look of puzzlement flashed across Scarlett's face.


Later that day, using my civilian cover, I easily passed through the agency's security checkpoints.


As I entered the eatery, I overheard snippets of the team's conversation, "The intelligence analyst is absent again, isn't he? He's so enigmatic."


"Indeed, we've collaborated with him for years, yet none of us have ever seen him. All I know is that he's young."


"I suspect that analyst has feelings for Scarlett. Whenever there's new information, she's always the first one he notifies."


I lowered my gaze, concealing my expression. They weren't mistaken. I had become involved in this mess because of Scarlett.


She had been set on becoming an agent, and I couldn't bring myself to obstruct her dream. So I had accepted the Secret Service's offer, with one condition: I would be the first to relay any intel to her team. And that was how I initially discovered her betrayal. A wry smile tugged at my lips. Scarlett, noticing my shift in mood, shot a stern look at her teammates.


"What's all this ridiculous talk about?" she snapped.


The team members jumped to attention like scolded children.


"Scarlett, we meant no harm! Please don't be upset, brother-in-law."


"Yes, everyone here knows Scarlett only has eyes for you. She always carries your photo on missions."


"Absolutely! She calls you whenever possible. You're constantly on her mind!" Their sincere expressions would have convinced anyone. Anyone who didn't already know the truth.


Across the room, Carter sat in a corner. Slowly, he stood, his face radiating smug satisfaction. "Henry," he said, his voice steady. "I've heard much about you."


Our gazes locked, and the unconcealed animosity in his eyes was evident. If Scarlett weren't present, he wouldn't have bothered with the charade.


At the dinner table, Scarlett played the role of the perfect wife, peeling shrimp for me, filling my plate, and speaking in a sweet, gentle tone. The rest of the team cooed and teased us as if we were straight out of a romance novel.


But Carter's expression grew increasingly somber as he consumed glass after glass of alcohol, his mood plummeting with each sip.


Chapter 2