My Husband Faked My Death While I Was Saving the World

In my fifth year working at the remote space tracking station in the northwest desert, I finally completed my mission and could go home.

The moment I got the news, I called Julian Harding, my voice trembling with excitement.

"Julian, the mission wrapped up perfectly! I might be coming home soon. Are you happy? Surprised?"

Two seconds of silence on the other end.

Maybe it was the signal, but his voice came through choppy and broken.

"Mavis, why so sudden? You're not going to stay a little longer?"