His Unwanted Wife, The Nation's Hero

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 693 | Released on: 22/03/2026

elevator, the heavy black urn r

se was silent, the thick carpet ab

ahogany doors and reached out

stopped

closed. It was crack

, grating voice of her mother-in-l

ace. That uneducated hillbilly is a

tightened around the sm

," Sierra, Jace's younger sister, chimed in. "She

nuckles turned stark white from ho

her voice rising in pitch. "Carolyn is a star pilot. She com

silence from ins

her. He didn't tell

," Jace finally said, his voice low and

y. "You freeze her out. You make sure she walks away with absolutely

physical blow to the stomach. "I'll have the lega

llway, Cilla felt

sadness. Just a thick, suffo

raped over the urn. Her paren

listening to parasites p

chor against the tidal wave of disgust threatening to pull her under. She unlocked the heavy mahogany door and pushed it open w

ll jumped, their heads sn

e was a mask of stone. Her eyes swept over

h of guilt crossing her features before

crossing her arms. "Do you always sn

ject in Cilla's arms. His bro

inting at the black container. "Why are yo

," Cilla said. Her voice did

atic step backward and clutch

hat out of here! You're bringing dead bones into my

isting in exaggerated disgust. "That

hed. The veins i

nt right now, Cilla," Jace ordered,

st her chest. She stared directly

nciating every single syllable. "And m

se. She lunged forward, her

ious slap right

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“On our wedding anniversary, I came home to find my husband, Jace, celebrating with another woman in our living room. She was wearing my mother's necklace-the only thing recovered from the explosion that killed my parents. Jace laughed, calling it a "cheap piece of junk," and tried to write me a check to buy a new one. His family called my parents' ashes "garbage" and "unsanitary." When I confronted them, Jace sided with his mother, ordering me out of the penthouse I secretly owned. He let his friends publicly humiliate me, calling me a gold-digging leech with no background. But that wasn't the worst of it. When a gunman stormed the restaurant we were in, Jace shoved me directly into the line of fire to shield his mistress. The shotgun blast tore through my arm. As I lay bleeding on the marble floor, I stared at the man who had just used me as a human shield, his face pale with terror as he protected her. In that instant, every ounce of love I ever had for him died. The pain in my arm was nothing compared to the cold, hollow void that consumed my heart. He thought he was sacrificing a quiet, useless wife to secure his future. He had no idea he had just declared war on Captain Cilla Henson, West Point valedictorian and the most lethal operator of the Eagle Task Force.”