THE VOICE IN MY HEAD WON’T SHUT THE f**k UP.
It’s been playing nonstop since I sat behind my desk in my study, going through files of my men as if that would magically fish out the mole Anya talked about. I hadn’t known what to say to her after her confession back there, hadn’t known whether to start with the fact that she was dressed that way for me, upset that I stupidly pushed her away, or that she didn’t really love Nikolai Inavova as I initially thought, or that she overheard Igor’s accomplice on a call with god-knows-who.
But I’m definitely more hung up on the fact that she was deeply hurt by my actions. And I have no idea why.
Have I already fallen into something more deeper than my obsession with my wife? What is it?
“You’ve been staring at this particular page of the file for
