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Chapter 6

She was so beautiful. Ophelia was honestly the most gorgeous woman that I've ever laid eyes on. I love her.

My phone rings and I see it's my boss. I quickly answer it, seeing as my wife is in the shower and cannot hear me.

"Ryan. Why are you calling me at this hour?" I gritted, not very pleased.

"Harry. It's important. We've found something on the case. It's not good."

"What is it?" I say, trying to keep my cool.

"Well, Harry. It's your wife."

I cut him off, "What about my fucking wife?"

"She's the one you're after."

I nearly drop my expensive phone, "Are you sure?"

"Uh, Ophelia Grace?"

Mother fucker.

"This can't be possible. She's a doctor. Why the hell would she be our target, Ryan?" I seethed.

Rage was surging through my body.

"Sh-she works for SS. Harry. I'm sorry... I didn't want to be the one to tell y-" I hung up the phone before he finished his sentence.

She's been lying to me about what she does for work?

I guess I really can't be mad at her because well, I've been doing the same thing.

We're both working different agencies. How the hell could I not have know this entire time? She didn't just start working there, otherwise she would not be a person of interest. No way in fucking hell.

"Baby. Are you alright?" I hear her say.

I look up at her, probably looking upset, "Uh, yeah, yeah Honey. I'm good." I smile, realizing that she's can't know.

She nods, continuing to get dressed.

Jesus. This is going to be more difficult than I thought.
Think of something Harry.

"Some guys from work need me to fix something. I gotta go, babe. I'll be back shortly, okay?" I spoke, kissing her forehead and grabbing my keys.

"Okay. Love you. See you when you get back. I'll be waiting." She says, without a second thought.

I leave without another word.

We trusted each other too much. That's why this shit was going down. Fuck. My thoughts were overwhelming.
Being in Washington was like being on another planet. It was wet and cold. I dialed Ryan's number, "What else do you have on my wife? I need to know everything. Now." I gritted.
"Well, Mr. Styles, she has worked for this agency for 8 years... So since she was in her teens. Maybe 18. She's the best agent they have. I-"
"Stop." I cut him off, "She's been there since she was just 18 years old?"
"Yes, sir." Ryan spoke.
That was right after the rape & abortion. She probably joined SS to get away from her family. Fuck.
"I have to go. I'm going to London for the week. Don't call me until I get back." I spoke and hung up the phone.
I couldn't get the image of my Ophelia being pregnant out of my head. I clenched the steering wheel as I parked in front of the liquor store.
I grabbed their nicest whiskey & headed back to the hotel. I knew that I couldn't tell her about my job. It would be awful. She would probably leave me. I can't have the love of my life leave.
But I'm after her. Her life is about to end because of me. Shit.
"Hey baby. I got your favorite." I breathed in with smiled.
Damn she was so fucking gorgeous. Her blonde hair, down to the middle of her back in some curly sorts, she was so sexy without even trying. She had a small freckle just below her right eye that made her even more perfect. Damn it. And she's the one I'm after.
"Babe? You okay?" she asked, startling me.
"Of course. Why wouldn't I be? I've got my dream girl. I'm going to see my family. I've got a nice job." I smirked, pulling her close.
She smelled so good, it felt like I couldn't breathe in enough of her.
She poured both of us a glass of the alcohol & we snuggled up in the couch.
After hours on that couch, and a full bottle of whiskey down, we were laughing. Laughing like we used to. We could always find out way back to that first year... That was probably the greatest year of my life. After what had happened with Gina... I was in a dark place and then this little light named Ophelia came along. Her light got bigger & bigger and before I knew it, I was engulfed with her light. I no longer thought of myself like I did before her. I told everyone about her. All I ever did was talk about Ophelia. People got real sick of that, but I couldn't help it. I mean I could not believe that Ophelia Grace Winters, wanted me. 
"I love you." I said randomly.
She giggled, "I love you, more."
Her eyes were half open, she was so cute when she was drunk. She would giggle over nothing and her cheeks would flush. Her silk night gown just clung to her body... I could see her ribs widen with every breath she took. My hand laid on her chest, I felt her heart beating The warmth of her skin & I was the one who had to make it stop. Make her flushed cheeks and giggles, go away. Jesus Christ.
She turned herself around so she was facing me, laying down. She rested her chin on my chest and smiled.
"Whatcha got on your mind?" She asked.
"You." I smiled.
The ring I had just gotten her was loose around her finger. I took her hand in mine and looked at it. The size 4 ring had fit her perfectly when I first gave it to her. She was stressed. She always forgets to eat when she's stressed. Loses weight like crazy. But, she had been making dinner for us every night. This just wasn't adding up in my head.
"Have you been eating, love?" I questioned.
Her eyes shot open, "Y-Yes, of course. I know how you are and my eating." She smiled, taking her hand back.
I exhaled deeply and rubbed my temples.
"Let's get to bed. It's late and we have an 8:00 am flight."
She tried to get up & wobbled back & forth before giving up and sitting back down.
I laughed and helped her get up. She never knew when too much, was too much. She was still so elegant even when she was drunk.
"I love you, my Ophelia. Goodnight." I kissed her gently and laid down beside her.
Man, I don't know how I'm ever going to sleep-- My thoughts before falling into darkness.

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