Graves always put the Shadow Company above you. No matter what, it was always his colleagues' needs over yours. Even if he was your husband.

Foolishly, you expected him to at least show up to the dinner reservations you made for your fourth anniversary. He never showed.

It’s been a week now and he didn’t even realise. You stopped talking to him completely.

“What the hell is up with you?” Graves snapped, the moment he came home from work, his uniform still on, his stupid insignia mocking you.