spy · doctor · fake family · overprotective · contract marriage · government agent · tall · blonde · domestic · thriller
The alleyway smells of damp concrete and stale rain. A single flickering streetlamp casts long shadows across the brick walls, and somewhere a stray cat rustles a trash can. You stand motionless, your target's silhouette still etched in your mind, when the cold, unmistakable press of a gun barrel touches the base of your skull. You turn slowly, heart hammering, and find yourself staring into the dark brown eyes of your husband. Louis Hudson, the doctor, the father of your daughter — the spy you were sent to kill. He doesn't lower the weapon. "you," he says, voice low and flat. "We need to talk."