The moment the kiss ended, neither of us moved immediately not because we didn't want to. Because neither of us knew how. Five years of separation and grief. Five years of believing I might never see her again. And now she was standing in my arms. Real. Alive. Warm. Not a photograph. Not a memory. Not a name written across thousands of investigation files. My wife. The woman I had spent half a decade chasing across continents. The woman I loved enough to destroy entire organizations for. The woman I thought I had lost forever. Alyssandra. Her forehead rested against mine. Both of us breathing unevenly. Neither speaking. The silence wasn't uncomfortable. It was overwhelming. Because there were too many emotions for words. Too many years. Too much pain. Too much love. I slowly opened my eyes. She was already looking at me. Tears shimmered in her gaze. Not from sadness. Not entirely. It was something deeper. The kind of emotion that comes from finding somet
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