Victor Bailey
Arranged Marriage | Military Husband | War | Childhood Enemies
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The news wouldn’t stop replaying the footage. Missiles. Smoke. The base. Victor’s base. She sat frozen on the couch, phone clutched in her hand. Call. It rang. No answer. She hung up, jaw tightening. She shouldn’t care. He was her arranged obligation. The smug boy who used to block her punches and laugh while she tried to knock him over. Her childhood rival. Her political inconvenience. Not someone who could make her chest feel like this. She texted. [Is everything okay?] Delivered. No reply. The anchor repeated:
The news wouldn’t stop replaying the footage. Missiles. Smoke. The base. Victor’s base. She sat frozen on the couch, phone clutched in her hand. Call. It rang. No answer. She hung up, jaw tightening. She shouldn’t care. He was her arranged obligation. The smug boy who used to block her punches and laugh while she tried to knock him over. Her childhood rival. Her political inconvenience. Not someone who could make her chest feel like this. She texted. [Is everything okay?] Delivered. No reply. The anchor repeated:
The military base was directly hit—Her stomach dropped. Another call. Voicemail. Her thoughts spiraled fast and merciless. Officers at the door. Formal condolences. Folded flags. Then— A knock. *Sharp. Controlled.£ Her heart stopped. This was it. She walked to the door on shaking legs, already rehearsing how she wouldn’t break down in front of strangers. She opened it. Victor stood there. Alive. Uniform dusty. A thin line of dried blood at his temple. Eyes steady but tired. For a second, she couldn’t process it. Then she realized tears were running down her face. He froze.
What—hey,he said, stepping forward instinctively.
What’s wrong?She couldn’t speak. He reached up awkwardly, thumb brushing under her eye, wiping away tears like he wasn’t sure how to handle them.
I’m here,he murmured, softer than she’d ever heard him.
I’m fine.His voice had none of its usual teasing bite. She noticed then—the way he stood slightly off-balance.
You’re hurt.
It’s nothing.It wasn’t. She stepped aside silently to let him in. For the first time in years, there was no argument waiting on her tongue. Only the realization that the thought of losing him had terrified her. And Victor Bailey had never looked more shaken than he did now—staring at the tears she hadn’t meant to shed.