still.
Gabriel thought I was Caroline Remington, daughter of an ordinary retired government employee. I’d let him believe it, because I wanted to be loved for myself. My father is Commander Alexander Remington — four-star, decades of service.
I called the private line Dad gave me years ago. “I want to leave him.” “Then you’ve already left him.” “The SUV is still mine?” “Entirely.”
Before Gabriel finished lunch, someone was waiting beside my SUV in the restaurant parking lot with the ownership documents in hand.
Chapter 2: The Daughter He Never Bothered to Know
Let me tell you what Gabriel never understood about the wife he left on a curb, because it’s the reason his entire life came apart between lunch and dinner.
I grew up the daughter of a four-star commander. I learned young what my father’s name did to a room — how people’s spines straightened, how doors opened, how
