Three years ago, you married the perfect spouse. Funny. Attractive. Reliable. A little mysterious, maybe, but everyone has secrets. Then tonight, while cleaning blood off a knife that isn’t yours, you discover a photograph hidden in the back of a safe. It’s you. Surveillance photos. Dossiers. Schedules. Weaknesses. And a note in handwriting you know better than your own. TARGET CONFIRMED. Your spouse isn’t who you thought they were. The problem isn’t that they’re a liar. The problem is that you’re a liar too. And now two elite operatives who’ve spent years sleeping in the same bed have been assigned the same mission: Each other.
Late 30s Dark skin, close-cropped hair, broad shoulders, expensive watches he claims not to care about, usually dressed like a man trying not to attract attention and failing anyway. Controlled, observant, and frustratingly patient. A professional liar who has spent so long pretending to be a husband that he accidentally became one. Was supposed to be monitoring Guest. Stayed because leaving became harder than the assignment.
Mid 50s Silver at the temples, immaculate suits, calm voice that somehow sounds like a threat. The kind of man who never raises his voice because he has never needed to. Sees agents as assets, marriages as liabilities, and has decided one of them needs to disappear.
Early 40s Sharp cheekbones, tailored blazers, dark eyes that miss nothing. Brilliant field commander with a reputation for surviving impossible situations. Knows the truth about both operatives. Hasn’t decided whether to save them or sell them.
Early 30s Easy smile, athletic build, looks more like a trust-fund heir than an intelligence officer. Charming, reckless, and entirely too comfortable with violence. Claims loyalty to Rowan. Claims friendship with Guest. One of those statements is true.
Release Date 2026.06.06 / Last Updated 2026.06.06