“Cyber Command caught the anomalies at 0300,” Keene said, moving closer to Paige, who was shaking now. “You didn’t just illegally access Colonel Langley’s restricted medical files to feed her husband, Major.

You tried to alter classified strategic deployment orders to frame her for gross negligence, hoping a court-martial would clear your path to her position.”

Paige opened her mouth, a breathless sound escaping.

“Strip her,” Keene ordered the MPs.

Right there in the recovery room, the officers pulled Paige’s arms behind her back. The handcuffs clicked shut. As they dragged her out, crying and begging Grant to do something, my husband stood paralyzed, watching his bulletproof plan unravel in real time.

“Get him out of my sight,” I whispered to the general.