The Priceless Wife He Threw Away

For two years, I hid my lethal past as a top-tier Delta Force operator to play the perfect, submissive wife to Kason.

But on the eve of the absolute deadline to claim my parents' ashes, he forced me out of our car into a freezing rainstorm.

He had received a frantic call from his mistress crying over her missing dog.

"Are you seriously using dead people to compete for my attention?" Kason sneered.

He slapped my phone away, hurled my bag with my classified military ID into a muddy ditch, and left me stranded on the highway.

I knelt in the freezing mud as his luxury car sped away. I had swallowed his mother's insults and secretly saved his company from bankruptcy three times. Yet, to him, my parents' remains were just a box of dust compared to his mistress's pet.

The suffocating pain in my chest suddenly evaporated, replaced by a terrifying, absolute zero coldness.

The pathetic, submissive wife he thought he owned died on that highway.

I walked to a dingy motel, washed the gritty mud from my face, and traced the jagged scar on my collarbone.

I picked up the landline and dialed a twelve-digit encrypted number to the Pentagon.

It was time to wake up the ghost operator and burn Kason's world to the ground.