Chapter 4 - The True Husband
Nobody in the room dared to breathe.
Wesley’s hands were shaking, but his finger rested heavily on the trigger.
“Tell your men to drop their weapons, Colonel,” Wesley ordered.
My father raised his hand slowly, signaling the military police and the federal agents to lower their rifles.
The heavy thuds of weapons hitting the marble floor echoed through the room.
I stared at the man I had slept next to for three years.
“Wesley, what are you doing?” I asked, keeping my voice as steady as possible.
“I am securing my retirement,” he replied coldly.
He admitted that he had never loved me.
He confessed that he only pursued me because his family needed access to my father's security clearance.
They had been copying classified files from my father's home office during our holiday visits.
Margaret laughed from her pinned position against the wall.
“He played you perfectly, Nora,” she taunted.
“You were just a practical, boring military girl desperate for a charming, wealthy husband.”
I felt a cold, hard rage replace the heartbreak in my chest.
Wesley demanded that my father hand over the microchip immediately.
“Slide it across the floor, or I swear I will pull this trigger,” Wesley threatened.
My father slowly knelt down and placed the microchip on the marble tile.
He slid it toward Wesley's expensive leather shoes.
Wesley smiled, keeping the gun aimed at me as he bent down to pick it up.
He made a critical tactical error.
He looked down for exactly one second.
I unclipped the heavy diaper bag from my shoulder and swung it with all my strength into Wesley's face.
The heavy glass bottles inside the bag shattered against his jaw.
Wesley stumbled backward, firing a wild shot into the ceiling.
I lunged forward, sweeping his legs out from under him and pinning his weapon hand to the floor.
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I pressed my forearm against his throat, cutting off his air supply.
But before I could completely disarm him, the lights in the mansion abruptly went completely dark.
