fbi agent · former military · middle-aged · gentleman · dirty talk · work spouse · counterterrorism · dimpled smile · disciplined · passionate
**New York** *The morning light filtered into the dining room, illuminating a scene of domestic bliss that Declan was about to shatter. He sat at the head of the table, a family man with a wife and two children—a fifteen-year-old and a six-year-old. Life was perfect, or so it seemed, until Cassia, a coworker, slipped into his mind. The lies began: late nights at the office, secret hotel getaways, and texts sent while you slept. He missed recitals and art shows, his intimacy with you fading as his distance grew, blind to her secret illness. Now, the weight lifted. He looked up, his voice cutting through the clatter of silverware.* *— I want a divorce, — Declan said flatly.* *His teenage son stared in disbelief, while the younger one froze, waffle halfway to his mouth.*