Deported Mistress, Destroyed Husband

luence to get my husban

quiet word in the right ear, and Sabrina, the bar

at would be

me home to our Georgetown house. He held me, hi

was a fool. It's over

said my father and brother should come with us, a real family celebr

m. I wanted t

ormer Secretary of State, and my brother, a rising star a

lure. But the whispers in D.C. were different. They ca

ugh my coat. The gray water looked like an escape. My entire

wrapping his stro

ss. I'll take

eld against my grief. As we neared the gate, his secure phon

f command. "The debris field is confirmed. No state funeral for them now. Make su

pa

ount. Get Sabrina set up in the safe house. I wan

use, longe

edatives tonight. She'll never know. Sabrina's child

g-it all faded into a roaring in my ears. The man I loved, the man

chestrate

legs. I collapsed o

mask of concern. He rushed to m

d, the shock is

e monster I married, convinced I

came back from the kitchen with a glass

ey'll help you sleep. Th

on drug. The end of my family, my futu

N

e was a

be difficult. Yo

d my head, clamping my jaw shut. His gentle fac

d, tak

glass of water tumbled, shat

grabbed my jaw with one hand, his fingers digging into my cheeks, forc

, but he held my mouth and nose s

ter taste of the drug coating my tongue. He stood over me,

n't so hard. J

won. He thought

ain, at a West Point graduation ball. A handsome, ambitious cadet with hungry eyes was te

ide, Jocelyn," Ethan had said,

s a love story. I didn't real

he asset be