Chapter 1

I was secretly married to Fleet Commander Marcus Thorne for three years.

All that time, people kept trying to set him up with socialites and heiresses, but he never once publicly acknowledged me.

At the gala dinner after the commendation ceremony, my fellow officers, emboldened by alcohol, dared to tease me.

Even he, holding a glass, smiled and said:

“Audrey, if any of them catch your eye, why don’t you give them a chance?”

In my previous life, I couldn’t hold back. I threw our marriage certificate right in his face.

The war reporter he’d saved on the battlefield immediately burst into tears and ran out of the banquet hall.

Marcus Thorne didn’t say a word, but after that, he became even colder towards me.

It wasn't until I was captured by enemy forces during a border mission, on the verge of death, that he delayed sending help.

Instead, he stood by the war reporter’s side at her press conference.

Later, that same reporter falsely accused me of leaking military intelligence. I held a scalpel to her throat, demanding she produce proof before speaking.

But Marcus Thorne revoked my medical license, saying, “Handle it according to military regulations.”

Only then did I understand. I was nothing more than a burden he could discard at any moment.

Given a second chance, I smiled and raised a toast to him:

“Already taken. He’s got a six-pack and stamina that could power a city. He keeps me busy all night.”