The Night I Became a Colonel, My Mother-in-Law Cut My Hair While I Slept—By Morning, I Was Done Obeying Them

Then he said:

“You’ve been doing this for twenty-two years, so I’m going to assume you understand the next part better than most people.”

“What?”

“Do not turn this into a personal operation.”

I almost smiled.

“You think I’m going to run surveillance on my husband?”

“I think you’re angry.”

“I’m not.”