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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

No one condemned her. Not a single person spoke a word of criticism. But Scarlett was aware of the truth—even if she tore Carter to shreds, it wouldn't change the fact that she was responsible for Henry's death.


Her quivering, icy hands bore the burden of unbearable remorse. She staggered through the house, examining every corner for signs of Henry. She rummaged through drawers, scoured shelves, and dwelled on their shared memories.


"Darling," she breathed, her voice barely audible and laden with sorrow, "don't be scared. I'm coming to join you." She attempted a smile, but the tears coursing down her cheeks revealed her inner anguish.


Chapter 10