My Cop Ex Doesn't Know I'm FBI

I thought I'd never see Jake Morrison again.

Three years ago, that bloody night changed everything—my father died, my mother became a vegetable, and his parents were killed in the same revenge attack. To infiltrate the criminal organization that murdered our families, I chose to disappear, letting him think I'd fallen to the dark side, making him hate me completely.

But fate loves its cruel jokes. When I got arrested for a robbery case, the person who walked into that interrogation room was him—Detective Jake Morrison.

"Name." He sat across from me with professional coldness, voice icy as a stranger's.

"Emma Parker."

Three years later, he was taller, stronger, but those eyes that once looked at me with such tenderness were now cold as winter. He had no idea I was an FBI undercover agent, no clue that every hurtful word I spoke was to protect him.

"Why are you working for the bastards who killed our parents?" His voice was full of pain and rage.

I could only keep lying: "So what? Let the past stay in the past."

Watching the disappointment deepen in his eyes, my heart was shattering into a million pieces. But for justice, for revenge, for protecting him, I had to make him keep hating me...

Until that night, when the knife was about to pierce my chest, the person who kicked down the door to save me was still him.