Unmasking My Husband, the Family Spy

The Grand Ballroom of the Plaza Hotel glittered with crystal chandeliers and white roses, a sea of New York's elite dressed in their finest. I stood in the bridal suite, my fingers trembling slightly as I adjusted my mother's pearl necklace—the one she wore on her wedding day.

"You look perfect, Miss Camilla," Elena whispered, my loyal assistant and the only person who truly understood what today meant to me.

I smoothed the silk of my custom Vera Wang gown, taking a deep breath. "Do you think he'll like it?"

"Solomon would be a fool not to," she replied with a gentle smile.

My heart fluttered at the mention of his name. One hundred twenty-eight letters we'd exchanged during his military deployments—each one treasured, each one promising a future that began today.

The door opened, and I turned expecting to see my wedding coordinator. Instead, Violeta swept in, her pale pink dress catching the light in a way that seemed deliberately designed to draw attention.

"Cami! Isn't it gorgeous?" She twirled, the hemline flying higher than appropriate for a wedding guest—especially one related to the bride.

I forced a smile. "It's lovely, Vi. Though perhaps a bit... bright for a wedding?"

"Oh, but I wanted to stand out!" She laughed, touching my arm with fingers that lingered too long. "You don't mind, do you? After all, it's not every day my dear cousin gets married."

Something in her eyes made my stomach tighten, but I pushed the feeling aside. Wedding nerves, nothing more.

We made our way to the main hall, where guests were already seated. I scanned the crowd for Solomon but couldn't spot him among the sea of uniforms and designer gowns.

"He's probably waiting at the altar," I murmured to myself.

Violeta suddenly veered away from me, her path taking her directly toward the entrance where—

"Solomon!" she called out, her voice carrying across the hushed room.

I froze as I watched her approach him, her hand coming to rest on his arm with familiar intimacy. She leaned close, whispering something that made him laugh too loudly.

"Vi," I called, my voice tight. "The ceremony is about to begin."

She glanced back at me, her smile never wavering. "Just catching up with my future cousin-in-law!"

The way she said it—like she had some claim on him—sent ice through my veins.

As we approached the entrance, Violeta suddenly cried out and collapsed onto the marble steps.

"Vi!" Solomon rushed forward, dropping to his knees beside her.

"I twisted my ankle," she whimpered, tears welling in her eyes. "The heel caught on the step."

I knelt beside them. "Let me see—"

"I've got her," Solomon interrupted, his hands already sliding beneath her. "You should get ready for the ceremony."

Before I could protest, he lifted Violeta into his arms. Her fingers wrapped around his neck, her face buried against his chest.

"Solomon," I whispered urgently. "What are you doing?"

He didn't even look at me as he carried her