My General Husband Sacrificed Me for Her

Chapter 7

Adrian began to appear in my life far more often than necessary.

Meetings.

Briefings.

Private strategy discussions.

Every excuse possible.

At first, he remained cautious.

Controlled.

But human instincts are harder to suppress than logic.

And I knew exactly how to awaken his.

I spoke less.

Observed more.

I listened carefully, responded precisely, and never once flattered him.

The more distant I remained, the deeper his curiosity sank.

One evening, after a prolonged strategy session, the rain poured heavily outside.

The sky thundered.

The power flickered.

I stood by the window, quietly watching the storm.

“Iris,” Adrian said suddenly, his voice low, “why do you always look like you're carrying the weight of the world?”

I turned slightly.

“Because I’ve buried too many people.”

His eyes darkened.

“For someone so young, you seem… broken.”

I smiled faintly. “Broken things are harder to destroy.”

Silence stretched between us.

Outside, thunder roared.

Inside, something dangerous stirred.

That night, he walked me to my car.

As I stepped inside, he suddenly grabbed my wrist.

“I can’t explain it,” he said hoarsely. “But every time I see you, I feel like I’m losing control.”

I looked straight into his eyes.

“Then don’t.”

His fingers tightened.

Then slowly released.

From that moment on, he fell.

Not suddenly.

Not violently.

But deeply.

Obsessively.

He began sending flowers.

Then books.

Then rare artifacts.

I accepted everything calmly.

Never thanked him.

Never refused him.

That uncertainty tortured him.

The more distant I was, the more desperately he pursued.

Just as planned.

Meanwhile, whispers spread across the district.

“General Cross is chasing Iris Black.”

“Even Seraphina can’t stop him.”

“They’re saying divorce is coming.”

One afternoon, Seraphina barged into my office.

Her makeup was flawless, but her eyes burned with fury.

“So it’s you,” she sneered. “You seduced him on purpose.”

I looked up lazily. “Seduction requires effort. He chased me willingly.”

She raised her hand.

Before it could land, I caught her wrist.

My grip was merciless.

Her face twisted in pain.

“Touch me again,” I said calmly, “and I’ll break your arm.”

Her lips trembled.

“You think you can replace me?”

I leaned closer.

“I don’t replace people,” I whispered. “I erase them.”

She froze.

That night, Adrian came to me.

“I’m filing for divorce,” he said.

I set down my glass.

“Why tell me?”

“Because I don’t want secrets between us.”

I looked at him steadily.

“And if I say no?”

His jaw tightened.

“Then I’ll wait.”

Pathetic.

I excused myself and walked to the balcony.

Below, the city lights shimmered like broken stars.

Behind me, Adrian stood silently.

“I loved my wife once,” he said suddenly. “But she changed.”

I almost laughed.

Changed?

Yes.

Because he destroyed her.

“Then mourn her,” I said coldly. “Don’t replace her.”

His chest tightened.

“I’m trying,” he admitted. “But you make me forget.”

I turned slowly.

“No, General Cross. I make you remember.”

His pupils shrank.

For a moment, fear flickered.

Then vanished.

That was fine.

Because the trap was nearly complete.

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