The Bigshot's Superstar Wife

Athena moved cautiously down the dimly lit hallway, her senses sharp. The base had quieted, the echoes of distant conversations and hurried footsteps fading into the background. Xavier had retired to his quarters, leaving her with an opportunity she couldn't waste.

Her mind whirled with the possibilities. If she had been created in a lab, did that mean she was nothing more than an experiment? And if there were others like her, why hadn't she met them? The thought unsettled her. She needed answers, and the only place she was going to find them was in Xavier's private study.

She reached his office door and hesitated. Xavier was unpredictable. One moment, he acted like he cared, the next, he became a stranger. But despite his conflicting behavior, he was the only person she felt a connection to. That, in itself, terrified her.

Steeling herself, she carefully turned the handle and slipped inside.

The room was exactly as she had expected—neatly organized, but filled with an air of secrecy. Papers were stacked on his desk, a few maps pinned to the wall, red markings circling different locations. Athena's eyes scanned them quickly. They weren't just random spots; they were old research facilities, hidden bases, and abandoned outposts.

Her stomach twisted. Was Xavier searching for something? Or someone?

She moved to his desk, her fingers brushing over a worn notebook lying atop a pile of documents. She flipped it open, her breath hitching at the sight of detailed sketches. Her own face stared back at her, drawn with eerie precision. Beside her, in another sketch, was the man from her dreams—the one with long black hair, his sharp eyes filled with an intensity she couldn't place.

Athena's hands trembled. What did this mean?

She turned the page and found something even more disturbing—notations detailing combat enhancements, genetic modifications, and neural conditioning. It was like reading a classified military file, but instead of it being about a weapon or technology, it was about her.

A sudden presence behind her sent a chill up her spine.

"You shouldn't be in here," Xavier's voice was calm, yet edged with warning.

Athena spun around, the notebook clutched to her chest. "Who am I?" she demanded.

Xavier exhaled slowly, his gaze dark and unreadable. "You are exactly who you believe yourself to be."

"That's not an answer," she shot back, stepping forward. "You know something. These sketches, these notes—what the hell am I, Xavier? And don't lie to me."

A smirk ghosted over his lips, but there was no amusement in his eyes. "You really want to know?"

Athena swallowed hard. "Yes."

Xavier studied her for a long moment before he finally nodded. "Fine. Then let's stop pretending."

He moved past her and pulled open a hidden compartment in the wall, revealing a locked safe. With a flick of his wrist, he entered a code, and the door clicked open.

Inside were more files, more evidence—photographs of people she didn't recognize, blueprints of some kind of facility, and a single USB drive. He took it and handed it to her.

"This," he said, "contains the truth."

Athena hesitated, then snatched it from his grasp. She rushed to the computer at his desk, plugged it in, and opened the file.

Lines of encrypted text flooded the screen before a video started playing.

The screen flickered, showing a white-walled lab, sterile and cold. Scientists in hazmat suits moved around methodically. In the center of the room, strapped to a medical table, was her.

Athena's breath caught in her throat as she watched herself, motionless and restrained, tubes and wires connected to her body.

A voice played over the footage.

"Subject Athena, Phase Three of Neural Reconstruction has begun. Memory wipe is at ninety-eight percent. Final synchronization with combat protocol is in progress."

Athena's stomach churned.

Then, the camera shifted, and she saw someone else step into the frame. A man.

Her heart nearly stopped.

It was him. The man from her dreams. The one with the long black hair.

The video was grainy, but his expression was clear—rage. Fury. He lunged at one of the scientists, his movements swift and lethal. Chaos erupted in the lab as alarms blared and security personnel stormed in. The man fought them off, his skill unmatched, but he was eventually subdued.

The last thing the video showed was Athena's own body being wheeled away, the man screaming her name before the footage cut to black.

Athena ripped the USB from the computer, her pulse pounding.

"What did they do to me?" she whispered, horror filling her voice.

Xavier leaned against the desk, arms crossed. "They turned you into a weapon. And that man—the one you keep seeing—he was trying to save you."

Athena's throat tightened. "Who is he?"

Xavier's expression was unreadable, but there was something dark beneath the surface. "Your past."

Athena's mind reeled. The truth was far worse than she could have imagined.

She wasn't just some survivor in an apocalypse. She wasn't just a soldier.

She had been someone's experiment. Someone's creation.

And worst of all—someone's lover.

Her knees nearly gave out, but she forced herself to stand tall. She wouldn't break. Not now.

But there was one thing she knew for certain.

Whoever that man was, wherever he was now—he had risked everything to save her once.

And she was going to find him.

Athena clenched the USB drive in her fist, her mind racing with unanswered questions. The video had shown her the truth, but it only raised more uncertainties. If that man had tried to save her, why wasn't he here now? What had happened to him after that night? And most importantly—why couldn't she remember him?

Her breath came fast as she turned to Xavier. "You knew all along, didn't you?"

Xavier didn't deny it. Instead, he exhaled slowly and ran a hand through his hair. "I suspected," he admitted. "But seeing you now… I know for sure. You weren't just some soldier or assassin, Athena. You were someone important—to him, to them, to everything."

Athena's grip tightened. "Then I need to find out who I was."

Xavier tilted his head, a smirk ghosting over his lips. "And if you don't like what you find?"

Athena's eyes burned with determination. "I don't care. I deserve the truth."

For a moment, Xavier simply studied her. Then, with a chuckle, he stepped aside. "Then let's go find your past, shall we?"

Athena took a deep breath. No matter what lay ahead, she was ready. She had to be.