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His Unwanted Wife, The Nation's Hero

Chapter 8 No.8

Word Count: 700    |    Released on: 22/03/2026

piece of hushed elegance. Crystal chandelier

cutting into a perfectly

her, holding a glass

"Giving up your shares? Fine. We'll start our own tech firm. You hav

y. The knot in her stomach that had

ughter shattered the quiet a

d up. Her b

Jace, Carolyn, and a group of J

up toward a large round table

s arm. She turned her head an

ged on Jace's sleeve an

, his face darkened. He clearl

st and most arrogant fri

ing laugh that made several

ng toward Cilla's table. "Look who decided

d Kade, standing near th

king Cilla up and down. "Look who's spending Jace's money. I'm surprised they let your kind

down on the table. The dark

but Cilla reached across the table and

ad slightly, her e

tilting her head in a d

own, you can tell us," Carolyn said sweetly. "My airline is alw

"Yeah, that's about the speed

ts. He didn't say a word to stop them. He ju

down. She picked up her linen napkin

u really think being a commercia

e on her face. "I am a captain. I represe

e. She yanked her wrist out

!" Lena yelled. "Cilla's resume would make yo

from his eye. "Oh really? Wh

!" Lena shouted, her voice ech

second, ther

the rest of the group eru

trollably. "West Point? That is the most

"Look at her! She couldn't even pass a basic fit

d, his face flushed

e hard. "You're making a fool of yourself.

craping of a heavy wooden chair s

er hair and a sharp, com

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His Unwanted Wife, The Nation's Hero
His Unwanted Wife, The Nation's Hero
“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.”