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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

The shockwave struck with tremendous power, causing her to stumble and briefly lose awareness.


I regained consciousness to the pungent odor of disinfectant. Pain radiated from my arm and head, but I had survived. Nearby stood Bianca, the First Captain, her demeanor rigid and face impassive. "You've come to," she stated bluntly, releasing a sigh she seemed to have been suppressing.


Her tone grew harsher, almost reprimanding. "You've got a minor concussion and a severe bruise on your arm—you'll be fine soon enough. But don't think you're in the clear for this incident."


I let out a feeble laugh, grimacing as the motion aggravated my injuries. That was typical Bianca Gardner. Even after all this time, her nature remained unchanged—sharp-tongued and fiercely protective in her own peculiar way. As she began relaying the mission outcomes to her higher-ups, I shut my eyes, allowing the day's events to sink in. Everything had unfolded as intended. Or rather, this scheme had been set into motion long ago.


Carter had been a mole from the start. This revelation astonished even the top brass of the General Administration, though they were more taken aback by how readily Scarlett fell for such a simple ruse. She professed her love for me, yet betrayed me without hesitation. She shared another man's bed, indulging her desires as if our marriage vows were meaningless. That betrayal had determined her fate.


Our five-year union had become nothing more than a strategic tool—a means to dismantle the enemy from within. Scarlett unknowingly became the perfect pawn. Through her, we fed Carter misleading information, which he then passed on to his superiors. Gradually, their organization crumbled under the weight of their own miscalculations.


Today's operation was the final act. From the moment I entered that enemy-controlled command center, the plan was already in motion. The attacks on the outskirts were merely a distraction, designed to clear a path for me to infiltrate the heart of their base and transmit the exact coordinates.


By the time Scarlett and her team arrived at the warehouse, the enemy leader had already been eliminated—by my own hand. Naturally, no one else was aware of this. The official account would credit Scarlett with the kill, portraying her as a hero to protect me from potential retribution.


When we had devised the plan, Bianca had been insistent, her voice laced with contempt. "It's her privilege to be your fall guy," she had declared, her tone scathing. "If she didn't still serve a purpose, I would have eliminated her myself."


I remained silent then. There was nothing to add. Because deep down, I recognized the truth in her words.


Chapter 6