After the Pain
After the explosion.
After the betrail.
After he left she was alone.
Robert still couldn't believe he had married a trader. He had given her his soul and would have spent his life loving her. It had been a little over a week since he had walked out of her hospital room having demanded a divorce, and telling he never wanted to see her again. He wanted to hate her, he wanted to stop thinking about her. He didn't want to worry about her injuries or how she was healing. The last thing he wanted to think about was how much he loves her and still wants her in his life. She is his wife and he loves her, he will love her as long as he lives and he knows that.
Robert had asked Sean to send him off on an assignment, anything just to get of Paris. The only thing Sean had for him was a short escort detail, it wasn't the type of assignment he would usually even be offered but Sean knows he needed time to deal with what had happened. As Robert was packing he found a letter in his bag, all that was written on it was his name. He turned it over and was about to open it but knew he had to finish packing or he would miss his flight. He put it in his jacket pocket so he could read it later. When he was done packing he was out the door.
Once Robert was seated on the plane to Lyon he pulled the letter out of his pocket. He felt he knew who had left this for him, he wasn't sure what she would have to say but knew he had to read it. Robert took a deep breath then pulled the paper out, unfolding it then just stared at her handwriting. After a moment he focused on the words on the paper.
My dear Robert,
If you are reading this it means I did not come back home with you. It means you found out about the double agent and think the worst of me. I am truly sorry. I can't imagine what you must think of me now. I understand that you must hate me but I need you to know what we had was real. I will never love another, not like I love you. You are the only man I will ever need. The time we shared together I will cherish for the rest of my life however short that might be. Robert please know I never lied about my feeling for you. I wanted everything we talked about, all our plans. I wanted our life together. You have every right not to trust me or believe a word from me. I know you must think I am the worst thing that ever happened to you. Maybe I was but I do not regret a moment I had with you. With you, I was just Anna, not an agent, not a scared young woman. I was your wife. For the first time in my life, I know who I was and where I belonged. Remember sometimes things aren't what they seem, even if there's some proof. I don't know where I am now, on the run, in prison, maybe I'm dead. If it's the last one Robert, someone close to you has blood on his hands.
My beautiful husband, I will love you always,
Your devoted wife Anna Scorpio
Robert read it over twice, she hadn't tried to deny anything. She didn't make up some story hoping to change how he feels. Not sure what to think he folded the letter and put it back in the envelope then back in his pocket and sat back in his seat. When he closed his eyes he could see her dancing around him in the moonlight, she is so beautiful so alluring. From their first kiss, he knew he had to have her. He was already falling for her. She had given herself to him willingly. He had known she was nervous but thought it was the camera, but even after he's covered it he could tell she was still nervous. When he realized what she was giving him he knew he should have stopped but he wasn't in bed with his partner, he was in bed with the woman he was falling in love with, the woman that was falling in love with him.
Robert opened his eyes and shook his head trying to rid the thoughts of her from his head. She was in his dreams he couldn't stop that but he'd be damned if he was going to let her invade his conscious thought. He had to focus on what he was doing, there was a diplomate that needed an escort while in Lyon and Robert needed to go over his file so he knows what he was walking into. After he was done reading he understood why Sean didn't want to send him. He could do this in his sleep. There wasn't much to keep his mind busy but at least he wasn't in Paris. Anna was still in the hospital there. He told himself he didn't want to see her that he didn't need to know how badly she had been injured but he would still find himself at the hospital in the evening fighting the urge to go see her. Staying busy might be the only way to keep from thinking about her. Then and there Robert decided to throw himself into whatever case Sean could give him, anything to keep from thinking about Anna.