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The Priceless Wife He Threw Away

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.
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Chapter 6

The top floor was empty. Kason was still downstairs doing damage control. Allison used her master keycard to unlock the heavy double doors of the CEO's suite. She walked straight to Kason's massive mahogany desk. She set down a thick stack of financial audit reports she had prepared weeks ago. Her fingers moved with practiced, surgical precision. She knew it was a reckless move. A tactical error that could invite felony fraud charges if his legal team caught it. But as she stared at his empty chair, a wave of profound, suffocating disgust washed over her. For the first time in her life, she allowed emotion to override protocol. She wanted a shortcut. She just wanted to be free of this parasite immediately, consequences be damned. She slipped the immediate-effect divorce settlement-the one that stripped her of nothing but demanded his signature-into the second-to-last page of the audit stack. Heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway. Allison took a half-step back, folding her hands in front of her, her face a mask of boredom. Kason burst through the doors, his face flushed with anger. "What the hell are you still doing in my building?" he snarled, marching toward the desk. "I'm leaving the final audit reports," Allison said, her voice flat. "Sign the transfer of responsibility, and I'm gone." Kason sneered. He just wanted her out of his sight. He grabbed his Montblanc pen from the holder. He didn't read a single word. He flipped aggressively to the back of the thick stack, right to where the signature line of the divorce paper waited. Allison held her breath. Her heart hammered against her ribs. The gold nib of the pen hovered a millimeter above the paper. Suddenly, the office doors flew open. "Kason!" Haylee ran into the room, tears streaming down her perfectly made-up face. She was trembling, clutching her designer purse. "Buster is at the vet... they say he might need surgery!" Kason dropped the pen instantly. He rushed around the desk, pulling Haylee into his chest. "Shh, baby, I've got you. It's okay." Allison cursed silently. Her jaw clenched so hard her teeth ached. Haylee buried her face in Kason's chest, then peeked out, her eyes locking onto Allison. "Oh," Haylee whispered, her voice dripping with fake innocence. "Am I interrupting business?" "No," Kason said coldly, glaring at Allison. "She was just dropping off garbage. Let's go to the clinic." Before Kason could move, Griffin Castro strolled into the office. Griffin's sharp eyes swept the room. They landed immediately on the desk. He noticed the slight difference in paper weight and the margin alignment of the document Kason had been about to sign. Griffin walked casually toward the desk. "Kason, before you leave, I need to review these audit liabilities." Griffin's broad shoulders completely blocked Kason and Haylee's view of the desk. With a flick of his long fingers, Griffin slid the divorce settlement out from the stack. He folded it smoothly and slipped it into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. He turned around, offering Allison a faint, mocking smirk. Allison felt a cold sweat break out on her back. She exhaled slowly. "We'll review it later, Griffin," Kason said, holding Haylee tightly. "I have a family emergency." Kason guided Haylee out of the office, not giving the documents another glance. The heavy doors clicked shut. Griffin reached into his jacket, pulled out the crumpled divorce paper, and waved it in the air. "Sloppy," Griffin said, his voice a low rumble. "If his lawyers caught this, you'd be facing felony fraud charges." Allison rubbed the bridge of her nose. "I wanted a shortcut. I'm sick of looking at his face." Griffin walked over to her. He towered over her, his presence suffocatingly dominant. "From now on," Griffin said, his eyes locking onto hers, "you let me handle the legal slaughter. Understood?"

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