After three years of marriage, my boyfriend retaliates against me every day

"are you certain you wish to inherit your father's badge number and follow in his footsteps as an undercover officer?"

Beneath the solemn national emblem, I nodded firmly.

"I am."

Becoming an undercover officer meant, first and foremost, erasing every trace of my former life. My name would vanish from this world entirely.

So, the agency would arrange my fake death, after which I would live again as someone else.

Back from the precinct, I hadn't even reached my bedroom door when I heard a woman's soft voice from inside.