[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":10},["ShallowReactive",2],{"viewer-data-260322AB8D26-478":3},{"id":4,"number":5,"name":6,"content":7,"isLocked":8,"price":9,"hasRead":8},478,1,"Chapter 1: The NDA Was Only Five Years","\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">For the first time in decades, Luciana Moore stood in the public eye. As the lead designer for the National Security Project, her return to the spotlight was marked by a prestigious award ceremony in downtown New York. Though her temples were dusted with gray, she remained the picture of elegant, intellectual grace, surrounded by an eager press corps.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">The interviewer’s tone was reverent, almost hushed. \"Ms. Moore, for all these years, you’ve lived in the shadows. You’ve sacrificed the comfort of your own family, working in that remote facility deep in the Nevada desert for the sake of our country.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"And through it all, your assistant, Mr. Killian Daniels, has been by your side, fighting the same battles,\" the reporter added, smiling at the man standing near her. \"A bond forged in the fires of duty—it’s truly moving.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Luciana turned to look at Killian. They exchanged a subtle, knowing smile—the kind that only comes after years of unspoken synchronization.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"Killian is more than my research partner; he is my soulmate in science, a comrade-in-arms who stood with me through thirty years of life and death,\" Luciana said, her voice steady and heavy with conviction. \"He is the only person on this earth who understands the weight of my ambitions. My glory belongs to him as much as it does to me.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Thunderous applause erupted. From his seat in the family section, Alan Moore sat stiffly, watching her with a hunger he couldn't mask.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">She was his wife. They had married decades ago, only for her to disappear shortly after. He hadn't seen her since. She had aged, yes, but she had aged with a refined, untouchable poise, standing beside the dapper, soft-spoken Killian like a portrait of a perfect power couple.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Alan’s hands tightened around his coat pocket. Tucked inside was a small, hand-stitched silk amulet—something he had sought out and carried for thirty years. He had held onto it for three decades, praying silently that, in the years he couldn't see her, she would remain safe and at peace.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">The ceremony ended, and the family headed to a high-end downtown restaurant for a celebratory dinner. Killian, naturally, had an invitation.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">The atmosphere at the table was warm, the air thick with prestige. Luciana and Killian drifted seamlessly from technical discussions on quantum entanglement to the intricacies of deep-space probes. Their two children, Charlotte and Brody, leaned in, hanging on every word. To Alan, the vocabulary was a foreign language. He tried to listen, straining to grasp even a fragment of their world, but it was like trying to catch smoke.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"Dad, don't,\" Brody said, his brow furrowing as he noticed Alan reaching for a serving spoon. His voice was laced with open disdain. \"Killian has a sensitive stomach. He keeps his diet strictly bland—none of this greasy stuff. He’s not like you.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Alan’s hand froze in mid-air. He had only been trying to pass a slice of prime rib to Luciana.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Luciana didn't even look up. She was busy ladling soup for Killian, her voice softening into a tone Alan had never heard directed at him. \"This broth is good for your digestion, Killian. Try some.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Alan watched the way she hovered over him. After a moment of hesitation, he pulled out the silk amulet. \"Luciana,\" he said softly, \"I brought this for you. I was told it brings safety and peace. I wanted to make sure you were always taken care of.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">The conversation at the table died instantly.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">A moment later, their daughter, Charlotte, let out an embarrassed huff. \"Dad, really? Are you still into this superstitious nonsense? Mom and Killian are top-tier scientists. You’re making us look like a joke. Put that archaic rubbish away!\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Killian adjusted his glasses, offering a polite, condescending chuckle as he stepped in to 'mediate.' \"Alan means well, I’m sure. It’s just... such a quaint, simple-minded gesture.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Luciana shot Alan a sharp, impatient glare before turning her back on him. \"Put it away. Killian inhaled toxic fumes while saving my life in the lab—he’s sensitive to the smoke from these incense-blessed items.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Alan felt a crushing weight settle in his chest. He quietly tucked the amulet back into his pocket and murmured an apology. He spent the rest of the meal chewing on food that tasted like ash.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">When the dinner finally wound down, the others retreated to the lounge. Alan stepped out onto the terrace, hoping for a breath of fresh air, but he stopped dead when he heard Killian’s voice behind the glass door.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"If Alan knew the NDA only covered the first five years,\" Killian said, his voice dripping with performative guilt, \"and that you chose to stay the remaining twenty-five years just to be with me... he would hate me, wouldn't he?\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Alan’s heart hammered against his ribs. He gripped the metal railing until his knuckles turned white.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Through the glass, he saw Luciana leaning into Killian’s embrace, her expression a mix of tenderness and heartache.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"It wasn't your fault,\" Luciana whispered. \"You ruined your health for me, Killian. You can’t have a family of your own because of what you did for me. Staying with you was the least I could do.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"But he was home alone all those years, raising the kids...\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Luciana let out a long, weary sigh. \"The kids visited us every summer, didn't they? They understand the situation. Besides, Alan is a grown man. There’s no reason for him to be so petty.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Alan stood in the shadows, his frame slumping.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">It wasn't a secret mission. It wasn't that she couldn't come back.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Their children had been picked up by grandparents every summer, told they were going to 'summer camp'—they were going to visit their 'Uncle Killian.' They had been a family the entire time.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Only he had been the fool. The idiot who had guarded an empty house for thirty years.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">With eyes burning red, Alan kicked the door open. His voice emerged as a raw, jagged croak. \"Luciana. What did you just say?\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Luciana started in surprise, then immediately moved to shield Killian behind her. She glared at Alan, her eyes hard. \"Well, since you heard, I won't lie to you.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"Killian lost the ability to have a family because of me. I owe him my life. I have to take responsibility for him.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"And what about me?\" Alan’s voice trembled, a bitter, broken laugh escaping his lips. \"Who is responsible for the thirty years I wasted waiting for you?\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Brody and Charlotte rushed over, drawn by the commotion. Seeing his father in such a state, Brody’s first instinct was disgust.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"Dad! Mom is a national hero, and Killian is a pillar of the scientific community! Are you really going to make a scene like this and embarrass us? Can't you show an ounce of a man’s character?\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Charlotte sneered, her tone dripping with disappointment. \"Killian sacrificed his own body for science, and you’ve been living a comfortable, quiet life at home all these years. Can’t you stop being so selfish and narrow-minded?\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Alan looked at them—his family. They stood there in their expensive, tailored evening wear, their mouths full of words like 'science,' 'honor,' and 'sacrifice.' It made him look like the only insane person in the room.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Killian stood behind Luciana, his face the picture of calm, wounded grace. \"Luciana, leave it. Alan doesn't have the perspective to understand what we have. It’s natural for him to feel insecure. Don't be hard on him.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Luciana shielded Killian, her gaze filled with pure, cold resentment. \"Alan, I didn't divorce you despite your lack of career success—that alone was a kindness. Don't ruin the reputation of a national hero just because you’re feeling small and petty.\"\u003C/p>",false,0,1774272925388]