A flicker of panic crossed Brandon's face, but he kept trying to convince himself. Wouldn't it be better if Rosalie left? If they divorced, he could return to Nina, and they wouldn't have to sneak around.
But as soon as the thought fully took shape, something inside him recoiled.
Did he even love Nina now? If he did, why hadn't he confessed his feelings after Declan died? He could've filed for divorce himself. For Nina's sake, he should have.
Brandon's mind was filled with images of Rosalie—her bright smile, the way she called his name, her quiet presence at home, every warm hug she'd ever given him.
Then, it hit him. Was it possible? Had he actually fallen for Rosalie?
"No…" Brandon shook his head. "I've never loved her. She was just a cover for my relationship with Nina."
But even as he said it, his body betrayed him. A desperate need surged through him. He had to find her.
He ordered Trent to comb through the embassy, the intelligence agency, and every other place Rosalie mig
