To punish my husband, Commander Cayden Stanley, I faked my death and went abroad. He threw me a lavish funeral. Rumor had it he was even sleeping with my urn curled in his arms. A year later, I was partying in a club, tracing the abs of a male escort with a grin. When I turned around and looked up, however, I locked eyes with Cayden, who was standing on the second floor. He froze for a solid thirty seconds. Then, his lips curved into that cruel, familiar smirk. He downed his drink and jumped the railing, but by the time he hit the ground, I was already gone. All I left him was a text, "Goodbye forever, ex-husband."
Chapter 1
Cayden and I were a notorious couple at the base.
He was ruthless, and I was fiery.
If I had a problem with people, he handled them personally.
If anyone gave me a hard time, he'd step in and fight them, even if it cost him his rank.
I'd always believed we would stay like this forever.
Until Theresa Gray showed up.
She was a transferred field-hospital nurse—mute, gentle, quiet.
Every time Cayden got into a brawl over me, she'd be there, silently handing him a bandage with a sheepish smile.
Gradually, he started falling for her.
***
When the photo of them kissing landed in my inbox the tenth time, I didn't smash things like usual. Instead, I had Theresa brought to our quarters.
"I assume you've heard—women who hook up with Cayden always end up miserably."
Theresa went pale. Her hands started flying in sign language, fingers trembling.
The interpreter beside her said in a low voice, "She says... she and Commander Stanley are just fellow soldiers."
"Fellow soldier
