The detective’s voice turned cautious when he noticed my silence. “Sir, do you… want to go now? If you show up now, you’ll catch them red-handed—she’ll have no way to talk her way out of it.”
“No need,” I replied instantly.
Just remembering my brother’s death—how he was crushed in front of my eyes—made my body tremble uncontrollably.
I couldn’t go through something like that again.
“You’ve done enough. From now on, stop all investigations on her. As for everything you found… forget it ever happened,” I said.
I pulled out a half a million check and handed it to him. “And don’t let her find out I was ever watching her,” I warned.
The investigator’s eyes lit up, nodding immediately.
Once the villa returned to its usual quiet, I slowly got to my feet and took down the wedding photo hanging on the wall.
In it, Cherity and I were both smiling brightly, gazing into each other’s eyes that were full of love.
It had already been eight years…
But I still remembered our wedding day clearly. The way she kissed the back of my hand so gently and made her vow.
“Garland, no matter what happens in this lifetime—sickness, old age, death—I’ll only ever love you.”
But life had other plans.
Two years into our marriage, we still hadn’t conceived.
A hospital visit confirmed our worst fear.
“I’m sorry,” the doctor said gently. “Your wife has a 99% chance of being infertile. I hope you both can come to terms with it.”
We both loved children. We wanted to build a family to continue our legacy.
The news was, without doubt, a heavy blow.
But for a woman, hearing she could never bear a child—it cut her particularly more deeply.
After that, Cherity started drowning herself in alcohol.
Even when we made love, whenever she remembered what the doctor said, the fire in her eyes would quickly die out.
Garland’s POV
Then she’d push me away, saying, “I’m going to take a shower.”
That was how our days went—for eight long years… until a business party a year ago.
Someone spiked Cherity’s drink. Disoriented, she ended up sleeping with Barrett Durnam, the underprivileged student I had sponsored.
It was as if the gears of fate suddenly shifted. Everything started spiraling out of control.
In my past life, when Cherity found out she was pregnant, she became obsessed—desperately looking forward to the twins’ birth, longing for a family.
She was even willing to hide her lover in a gilded cage.