Classified Betrayal: Freezing Out the "Pick-Me" Mistress

Summary

On the eve of Valentine's Day, my fiancé, who works for a classified military intelligence unit, sent me a text.

[Babe, I'm so sorry. The team got hit with an emergency deployment. My wedding leave was just canceled.]

The moment I received that message, I was standing less than thirty feet from the security gates of his agency.

I watched with my own eyes as he wrapped his "bro," Riley Brooks, tightly inside his heavy tactical coat.

"Just to satisfy this sick fetish of yours, I've bailed on Chloe six times already."

"This is the last time. Next year, no matter what, I am marrying her."