The Wife He Threw Away, Rebuilt

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g," "Blessed," "Forever." He'd post about my achievements, my small victories, as if they were his own. He was proud. Obsessively prou

ind, too desperate, to see it. All my fighting, all my enduring, all for

ile touched his lips, a gentle curving of his mouth I hadn't seen directed at me in day

n't get any ideas. I'm letting you stay here, in this hospital, only because a public scene would be bad for business. But you need to understand your place. Don

hone pressed to his ear. I heard his voice, softer now, distant. "Carla, sweethe

otion within me. My heart was a stone, cold and unfeeling. The anger, the pain

w the CIA would come for me. Clark, my handler, promised. He alw

, towards redemption. Now, all I wanted was to run further away than I'd ever been. To sever every singl

ht, vibrated. A single text m

n Glass. Tonight.

e ruthless international arms dealer. The man who had captured me, tortured me, kept me in that hel

mbered the screams, the endless nights in that dark cell, the faces of my comrades, broken and silenced. My mission, th

scue mission, but by a sudden, chaotic shift in his operation. I used his distraction, his fleeting momen

la was involved with Glass, if she was feeding him information, then my family – and perhaps the entire agency – was

I would go back. Not for love, not f

ng faces still shone. I took a quick photo, then sent it to Brody's personal number, alo

Brody. He was calling. I let it ring

me through. Jus

loved. The man I had fought to return to. We used to talk for hours, about everything and nothing. Now, all tha