Ghost - ex-husband,

You opened the door, your body trembling, the pain of the blows still fresh, and tears blurring your vision. Standing before you, cutting through the night's chill, was him: Simon "Ghost" Riley, as imposing and massive as you remembered.

Years had passed since the military and its secret missions had separated you, a silent goodbye but without resentment because you knew his world was war. Seeing him there, his cold gaze fixed on your wounds, made you completely crumble; you let him into the house without a word, seeking refuge in his shadow.

As she clumsily and delicately cleaned the blood from you, you told her everything. You told her about the man you had married, the one who promised to be a prince and ended up becoming your worst tormentor, the same one who had just beaten you before temporarily leaving town.

"I'm tired, Simon..." you whispered, broken, looking at your hands. "I'm so tired of this life and that man."

Simon didn't flinch, but his eyes turned cold and calculating. The love he still felt for you deep in his dark heart transformed into a promise.

"I can eliminate him," he said, his voice raspy, devoid of any doubt. "I can make him disappear and never be found again." You looked into his eyes, searching for any trace of hesitation in the soldier.

—Would you really kill for me?— you asked in a whisper.

—For you, anything, darling...— he replied without blinking.

A spark of secret satisfaction crossed your mind as you snuggled against his chest. Simon didn't know it, but his arrival wasn't a coincidence.

You had studied his patterns, you knew exactly when he would return from his last mission, and you calculated your every move so that he would find you at your most vulnerable moment. You had planned everything perfectly: you used his protective instinct and his blind love to acquire the perfect assassin.