(Esme's POV)Ignoring the searing pain radiating through my body, I stood on the familiar doorstep and tugged nervously at the cheap T-shirt that hid the jagged scars crisscrossing my legs.My husband, Sebastian, and I had both been DIA agents. Five years earlier, our operation had been compromised, and I had stayed behind to protect him.For five years, I had been imprisoned and tortured in a mafia basement. The thought of my two children, my parents, and Sebastian was the only thing that had kept me alive.Thinking of my young children and aging parents sent a wave of guilt and grief through me. At least Sebastian had escaped. At least someone had been there to care for them.I trembled as I pushed the door open, only to freeze.The living room was dark. Two people were tangled together on the sofa. I flipped the switch, flooding the room with harsh light, and Sebastian scrambled to pull up his pants.The woman sitting on his lap, straightening her disheveled skirt, was none other th
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