While pregnant with twins, I let everyone believe my husband’s mistress saved his family—until he served me divorce papers in the hospital and learned I was a U.S. Army colonel with the power to end everything he’d built

” I said.

It was the only honest answer.

Linda nodded and accepted it.

Captain Morris approached with an envelope.

“Claire, we should get you and the babies home. You still need rest.”

Home.

The word felt strange.

My secure apartment near base still existed. My mother’s old farmhouse still belonged to me. The Hayes house legally belonged to my company.

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