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TABLE OF CONTENTS
DEDICATION
PLAYLIST
NAVY SEAL TERMS
TEAM CREED
WARNING
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 33
CHAPTER 34
CHAPTER 35
CHAPTER 36
CHAPTER 37
CHAPTER 38
CHAPTER 39
CHAPTER 40
CHAPTER 41
CHAPTER 42
CHAPTER 43
CHAPTER 44
CHAPTER 45
CHAPTER 46
CHAPTER 47
CHAPTER 48
CHAPTER 49
CHAPTER 50
CHAPTER 51
CHAPTER 52
CHAPTER 53
CHAPTER 54
CHAPTER 55
CHAPTER 56
CHAPTER 57
CHAPTER 58
CHAPTER 59
CHAPTER 60
CHAPTER 61
EPILOGUE
Just a note from me…
PREDATOR
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
About The Author
Connect with Michelle Online
Acknowledgments
DEDICATION
To Mom & Dad.
My heroes.
In Honor of every person
who has served to protect another.
A Soldier’s Memoir - PTSD Song by Joe Bachman
PLAYLIST
Theme for False Perceptions:
Heroes – Peter Gabriel
Emilie’s moving song:
Praying – Kesha
Kidnapping
Zombie – Bad Wolves
Mexico Mission:
Still – Baaba Maal & Hans Zimmer
Emilie on her own:
You don’t know – Katelyn Tarver
Emilie falling for Hayden:
Glory of love – Peter Cetera
Hayden & Emilie:
I won’t let go – Rascal Flatts
Rhett & Evie Wedding Song:
In case you didn’t know – Brett Young
Epilogue:
Bless the broken road – Rascal Flatts
I run to you – Lady Antebellum
The End:
Live like you were dying – Tim McGraw
NAVY SEAL TERMS
DEVGRU - Naval Special Warfare Development Group
Camo – Camouflage
Mess Hall – Lunchroom
HVT – High-Value Target
NVG – Night Vision Gear
Twenty hundred hours – 8:00pm
Taking Point – Taking the lead
Comms – Radio contact with Command
Tier One – Important target.
Hunter –base – Name for command during operation
Hunter–zero–one – Name for the team during the operation
QRF – Quick Reaction Force/Backup for team
Tango/Hostile/Target – Enemy
Fall back – Move back
I’ve got your six – I’ve got your back
Packing dirt in wounds – Obviously, infection would be a worry from rubbing dirt in a wound, but when in a dire situation, not bleeding to death is a priority.
RPG – Rocket Propelled Grenade
Shrapnel – Fragments of a bomb, shell, or other object thrown out by an explosion.
Sig – Sig Sauer, firearm/handgun
Clip – Magazine holding bullets.
Round – Bullet
TEAM CREED
Hayden Cole - Eagle.
Dave Slater - Falcon.
Max Perry - Hawk.
Axel Harrison- Buzzard.
Mike Warren - Owl.
“We live and we’ll die by our creed.”
There’s a fire burning inside all of us.
A fierce, all-consuming instinct.
A persistent will to forcefully drive yourself toward danger.
Every time you drop to your knees, it’s a chance to push yourself harder.
Giving up means dying without honor, and honor is the foundation I stand on.
You do whatever you have to do to keep going.
You do not give up.
Fight.
Fight until the fire inside of you is nothing but dead ashes scattered over the bodies of your enemies.
WARNING
Please note that False Perceptions contains graphically violent scenes that may be upsetting to some readers.
CHAPTER 1
EMILIE
I wish someone would’ve told me.
I used to lie in my bed and dream about what my life could be. Life almost had me fooled, telling me to believe in fairytales.
But, I know better now.
There’s no such thing as a happily ever after. If you’re one of the lucky ones then maybe you’ll get a happily for now.
Unfortunately, just like everything else on this planet, even love has an expiration date.
Disappointment stabs at my heart which feels like it’s been reduced to nothing but a burial ground where dreams and love once flourished.
Twelve years.
It’s strange. These emotions that keep crashing over me in waves. I’m constantly being washed off my feet, overwhelmed by the pain. But then, the knowledge that it’s finally over sets in, offering some reprieve.
It’s a feeling of release, finality, and an uncanny sense of peace that all the futile hoping and praying have come to an end.
It’s in those moments when the finality sets in that I feel a renewed strength to pack faster. Raleigh holds nothing for me anymore. I just need to get everything packed so I can move back home to Virginia. There’s not much I’ll miss about Raleigh. Hell, come to think of it, I won’t miss a single thing.
Part of me wants to say, screw it, and to just leave everything behind. But I won’t. I won’t let that woman have one more thing that I’ve worked so hard for.
She’s like a sister to me.
Hah!
I’m helping a friend. You know that’s what I do. She’s just a friend.
Bastard.
Lying, cheating pig.
The wave of emotions doesn’t last long. It pulls away from me, allowing anger to take its place.
I’m infuriated that they thought they could actually hide their
affair.
I knew.
I knew for years.
I saw it every time they looked at each other.
When they smiled at each other.
The laughing.
The dancing.
The bond that kept deepening as each day passed by.
They knew that I knew and that sickens me. How could they?
The actual affair is nothing in the grand scheme of things. It’s the fact that they actually thought they could keep playing me. Keep milking me for money.
It had to be about the money. Why else would two people be so cruel?
Mostly, I’m angry at myself.
I regret not listening to my gut as it was screaming at me to save myself. Instead, I remained in a marriage no longer mine. I fought for a heart already lost to another.
I prayed.
God, I prayed.
I was on my knees, begging for my marriage to be saved.
I never broke my vows. In the end, that’s what kept me going. The promise I made. But I never stood a chance seeing as I was the only one who kept them.
I held out for so long because I needed to catch them. I needed the closure of knowing I had been faithful until the bitter end.
I finally caught them yesterday. On my birthday.
I hate birthdays.
Over the past few years, Robert has made every birthday miserable. As if to make sure I knew that I meant so little, that my birth was the last thing that should’ve been celebrated.
Rage explodes through my chest as I close another box. I started packing an hour ago, and I’m surprised at how much I’ve gotten done.
I hear the jingle of keys at the front door. Where that sound used to bring me a sense of peace, it now opens the gates I’ve kept sealed shut. The gates that kept my humiliation hidden from the world.
I hear his footsteps as he slowly walks down the hallway. I climb to my feet and turn to face the stranger that’s taken the place of a man I once loved with all my heart.
I still love that man, but to me, he died when this stranger took his place. I mourn the man I married. I feel like I’ve been widowed and that I’m staring at the man who murdered my husband.
Disgust settles thick and hard in the pit of my stomach.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
I raise my chin, square my shoulders, and meet his eyes with a cold stare. I hope he sees the hatred. I hope it’s all he sees when he looks at me.
I will not cry.
I will not show him an ounce of the pain he has caused me. He deserves nothing but my hatred. I want to kill him with one look. I want to reduce him to nothing, just like he has carelessly done with me.
But I don’t have that power. You can only hurt someone who cares for you. And it’s been months – years – since he cared for me.
“I didn’t want it to happen this way.”
I feel a growl build deep in my chest, but I grind my teeth, refusing to set it free.
I have questions. So many questions.
Did you ever really love me?
Was it only for the money?
Did you enjoy laughing behind my back cause you thought I was so stupid I would never find out?
I want to scream.
How could you kiss her then come home and kiss me with that same mouth?
How could you fuck her then climb into my bed?
Instead, I grind the words out, “You’re a coward.”
He nods, dropping his eyes to the floor.
“I’m a coward,” he agrees solemnly.
Instead of feeling victorious at his affirmation, it makes my anger explode into a rage born of wasted time, continuous insults, and humiliation.
This man.
No, he’s not a man. A real man would never do the things he has. Integrity is being man enough to admit when you’re wrong and doing everything in your power to make things right.
This vile creature who stands before me wears arrogance like a crown while his self-inflated ego rolls out before him like a red carpet. He has never admitted to being wrong. Robert Hurst can do no wrong in his own eyes. Even when he walked over me, he made it feel like I wasn’t even worth being trampled by his feet.
“You’re a narcissist.” His eyes flare with anger. I see the look that I’ve come to know well over the years. A look which was meant to knock me down because I dared to raise my eyes in his presence.
But he’s in for one hell of a surprise if he thinks that will work on me now. I have nothing to lose, nothing to protect, and that makes me reckless.
It makes the truth spill over my lips as if I’m vomiting the poison he has fed me for so long.
“Your arrogance will be your downfall.”
I see the challenge in his eyes, but something is holding him back from losing his temper.
Whenever we used to talk, and I’m using that word lightly because it always turned into a fight. He would turn every conversation around with such craftiness, making me feel like I was responsible for all our problems. Although I worked my fingers to the bone and gave him every dollar I made, our financial problems were my fault.
Now I know better. We had financial problems because I was unknowingly taking care of two families.
The family I thought was mine… and that woman’s.
“For months you told me that you were sick. Who the hell does that? Who pretends to be sick and use it as a weapon?” I shake my head as disgust wells in my chest. “You’re vile.”
He only stares at me, depriving me of the truth once again.
“Every time I tried to talk to you, you were quick to beat me down. How dare I go against your manhood?” I sneer as I force the bitter words over my tongue. “Every single time I brought that woman up, you were quick to accuse me of being unreasonable. You got angry because you felt I was attacking your character as a man and husband. You got upset because I was forcing you to face the truth. Every single time you turned the conversation around, you tried to make me believe I saw things which weren’t there, that it was all in my mind.”
I take a step closer to him, feeling a sense of freedom because I can finally defend myself and not worry about the consequences.
“You have no character. You’re not a man. You’re not worth the title of husband.”
Stubbornness sets in my chest, making me shake my head. He doesn’t deserve my anger. I’ve given him so much, that I’m not willing to give him a second more.
“You’re the biggest mistake I’ve ever made,” I say, knowing the words will hit hard. Then I go in for the kill. “You’re not half the man Kevin was.”
His eyes widen as the blow hits. A smile curves my lips upward as satisfaction offers a spec of warmth to my frozen heart.
Robert has always hated Kevin, my first husband. Another mistake I made. I should never have let Kevin go. He was a good man unlike the piece of shit standing before me now.
“You disgust me. Get out, and don’t come back until I’m gone.”
I should fight him for the house, but there’s nothing in me that wants to keep the wood and nails that hold the skeleton of the vows we once shared.
I should take it and sell it. I should take back every dollar that I’ve sacrificed to this cancerous relationship, but I don’t have the strength for that.
I continue packing everything, emptying out the house. He can have the shell, but I’m taking the heart and soul of my life with me. I won’t let her have a single thing more.
By the time I’m done, and the moving company is loading the last of the boxes, I walk through the house one last time.
In the main bedroom, all that’s left behind are dust motes and my wedding dress which I leave hanging against his closet door.
I give myself a moment, closing my eyes.
Taking a deep breath, I need to smell the familiar scent of home one last time.
Once again, I hear the front door open, and the stale feeling c
reeps back as he steps into the house.
I turn around and walk down the hallway, my face empty of all I feel.
“Sorry, I need to feed the birds,” he says.
I stop in front of him and hold his wedding band out to him. He hasn’t worn it in years. He opens his hand, and I drop the band into his palm.
Words rush up my throat, wanting to use this last chance to express all the pain he has inflicted on me.
But once again, I swallow them down.
You will not let him see what he’s done to you.
You will stand strong.
Without another word, I walk by him and out the front door.
I feel more saddened by the loss of the familiarity of the house and garden. The loss of the sounds of the birds chirping, the way light falls over the walls, and shadows fill the corners.
Everything had its place.
Now I’m leaving it behind for the unknown.
“I really am sorry,” he says behind me, and I hate him even more than I thought I could hate another human being for sounding sincere.
I ignore the words as I open the driver’s door to his Audi. That’s right. I’m taking his car. After all, he loved it more than me.
As I reverse down the driveway, I allow myself one last look at the house, the man – at my past.
It’s only a split-second as my eyes brush over the past twelve years of my life.
Then I look at the road, and I drive toward my uncertain future with the bad taste of wasted time and defiled memories on my tongue.
CHAPTER 2
EMILIE
It’s the first time I’m living on my own.
Well, kind of. I’ve moved into my father’s three-bedroom condo.
Wanting, no, needing to make it on my own, I only agreed to live here if I could pay rent like any other tenant would. Father didn’t argue which I took as a huge win seeing as he didn’t care much for my wants.
I have to do this for myself, to prove that I can stand on my own two feet. This, of course, displeases Father. He makes sure I’m aware of how disappointed he is with me every chance he gets. Just like Robert, Father loves to be in control.
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