FAZER LOGINBefore either of the men could answer, Jared turned on his heel, storming toward the door again.
Myla rushed forward and planted her body directly in front of the door, blocking his path.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide with soft, desperate determination.
“Baby, look at me,” she pleaded, her voice
“Careful with the curls.” Myla’s hair stylist hissed, tapping her apprentice's hand away. “No, no, not that pin. Use the diamond-crusted one Mr Beck gifted her this morning.”Myla sat in front of a vanity mirror while three different teams worked on her simultaneously.Tonight was the Woman of the Year gala, and the house had been in complete chaos since sunrise, with her preparation team taking over a suite on the second floor. Even the soft music playing over the speakers in the background couldn’t cover the noise. “Sorry, ma’am, can you just tilt your head back a little bit?” her stylist whispered, holding up a simple but elegant ruby necklace. “You are so lucky,” she continued as she clasped the necklace around her neck and started wearing the matching earrings for her. “The men in your life seem to love seeing you covered in expensive jewels.”Everyone in the room immediately nodded or hummed in agreement. “You look absolutely radiant, Mrs. Oakley,” the head makeup artist prai
Before either of the men could answer, Jared turned on his heel, storming toward the door again.Myla rushed forward and planted her body directly in front of the door, blocking his path.She looked up at him, her eyes wide with soft, desperate determination.“Baby, look at me,” she pleaded, her voice shaking as she reached up to cup his stubbled jaw. “Please, just look at me.”Slowly, his gaze lifted.The pain she saw there shattered her heart.“You are a good man. You had survived countless missions where people died, where you had to make impossible tactical choices.” She whispered. “If a mistake was made in the heat of batt
She set her fork down, her appetite completely gone. “He thinks he is a monster now.” She muttered, her eyes burning. “He thinks if he looks at us, he will see the judgment in our eyes.” She let out a heavy sigh. “What do we do?”Hayden reached across the table, taking her hand and squeezing it tightly. “Don’t think too deeply about his actions, baby.” He said, his voice soft. “Jay has always been the guy who thinks he has to fix every single thing on his own, without any external interference.”“Trust me,” Beck added. “He is far worse than Hay when it comes to locking his problems in a box.”“But this is not the right way to handle a trauma of this magnitude,” Myla said, her voice breaking slightly. “Even if he was the one who gave that command, he needs to talk to us. He was a young soldier in the heat of a chaotic battle. Split-second decisions have to be made during a war. It does not make him an evil man.”Beck shook his head, his eyes staring blankly at the dining table. “There’
“What the…” Beck muttered under his breath, his voice perplexed.He had woken up a few seconds ago when his hand met empty sheets when he reached for Jared’s familiar, solid warmth that usually occupied his right-hand side.When he hadn’t found his lover in any part of their large bedroom, he had gone downstairs to check on him.He checked the home gym, the terrace, and the living rooms, but the house was completely empty.Now he stood beside their bed, his hands on his waist.Hayden stirred on the other side of the bed. “What’s wrong?” he whispered sleepily, keeping his voice low to not wake Myla.“Jay’s gone,” Beck whispered back.That got his attention instantly.“What do you mean, gone?” He asked, gently easing away from Myla. “I can’t find him anywhere in the house.”Hayden stretched as he got out of bed. “Let me go get ready for work,” he said, heading for the dressing room. “Why don’t you give him a call. Maybe he is somewhere in the compound.”On the long car ride home from D
"Who?" Dr Evans asked, leaning forward."The Taliban," he whispered. “Command didn’t say this would be occupied.” Then he stiffened. “Shots fired!” he suddenly shouted, his voice ringing through the quiet office terrifyingly. “Keep your head down! Secure the west flank! No, no, no, don't go there! Get back!”Myla jumped, startled. While Hayden and Beck froze.Jared was mentally not in the office anymore.He was somewhere else entirely."Oh, God," Myla whispered when he kept yelling out commands as if he were on the battlefield. Dr Evans immediately lifted a hand, flashing her a sharp, warning look.Myla flinched, her hand instantly flying to her mouth. “If you break the trance right now,” she whispered urgently. “You'll ruin the entire reconstruction. We need him to reach the compound.”"Numbers 12, 4, 20, 29, and 19 are down," Jared continued, his face twisted, his breathing ragged. Then almost immediately, his entire posture straightened and his voice hardened. "Keep moving!"“Fi
“I really don’t like that we had to leave the estate for this,” Hayden mumbled as they walked into the building’s elevator from the underground garage entrance. “The doctor said a new environment from our home would be a welcome change for Jay’s mind, remember?” Myla replied, staring at the back of Jared’s head as he stood in front of her in the elevator. “If they did the procedure at home, his mind might not be very pliable.”“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Hayden grumbled as they all got off the elevator once it stopped. “I just don’t like it. That’s all.”The psychologist's office was nothing like they had expected.There were no white walls nor beige furniture. Neither was the atmosphere cold and clinical. Instead, the room felt almost calming, with soft lighting, muted tones, comfortable furniture, and large windows overlooking a private garden.It was designed to make people lower their guard, which unfortunately did not work for them. Dr Evans Georgia was a tall, grey-haired woman. A







