The Negotiator's Cruelest Game

My husband, Harrison Phelps, was the FBl's golden boy, the hero negotiator who never lost his cool. To the world, we were the perfect couple.
Then a bank robbery went wrong. The desperate kidnapper grabbed two women as human shields: me, and Harrison's colleague, Brooke. He gave my husband a choice: save one.
Through the megaphone, my husband's voice boomed, clear and decisive for the whole world to hear.
'Let Brooke Shelton go! She is a national asset!'
He rushed to embrace her, shielding her with his body, never once looking back at me. The kidnapper, enraged, turned his gun on me.l saw the flash before the world went black.
I woke up in the hospital and the first thing l did was call a lawyer. l wanted a divorce. But he returned from retrieving our marriage certificate with a strange look on his face.
'There's a problem, Mrs. Phelps," he said, sliding the document across the table. "According to oficial records, this was never filed. Legally, you were never married."
Six years. Our home, our friends, our life-all built on a lie. it was all for her. He built a perfect, fake life with me just so he could wait for Brooke to come back.