She looked up at me, eyes full of urgency. “Didn’t you always want a child of your own? I’m ready now. I agree.”
I stared at her—really stared. The woman I once loved so deeply. The woman who swore on her badge to uphold justice.
And now, here she was, compromising everything she stood for… just to shield Karl
Even her marriage.
Looking at her desperation—her need to reassure me—I almost laughed.
If she got everything she wanted in the end, who exactly was she still pretending for?
“Don’t worry, it’s all in the past,” I said with a faint smile. “Didn’t you once say it was all just a misunderstanding? I’m not that unreasonable.”
“You two keep chatting. I’ll wait for you at home.”
She let out a quiet sigh of relief and personally walked me to the car.
On the way, my colleagues at the bureau gave me looks filled with pity.
I ignored them, got into the car, and pulled out my phone. I started editing the divorce agreement.
When I got home, I began burning everything Caroline had given me over the past five years. Every letter, every trinket, every trace of what we once had.
When the final flame flickered out, I heard a knock on the door—the courier had arrived.
The sender was Caroline.
The recipient was Karl.
I signed for it anyway.
Curious, I opened the package.
Inside were premium maternity and baby products from all the top brands.
Then came her message, almost too quickly.
“Victor, I accidentally had a courier sent to the wrong address. It’s just office stuff. Please don’t open it. I’ll take it to the bureau when I’m back.”
I replied with a simple emoji.
Then resealed the box.
I had already made up my mind to leave.
Her lies weren’t even worth the effort of exposing anymore.
That night, she didn’t come home—said she was busy with a case.
Karl posted a status update for the first time in forever.
It was tagged at a luxury hotel in the city.
The photo was blurry but unmistakable. A woman in uniform, her shoulder epaulettes clearly visible.
Her wedding ring was gone, but the tan line it left behind lingered.
In the reflection of a wine glass, she smiled sweetly, and he looked at her like she was his whole world.
I gave it a like. Just as he would’ve wanted.
Then I quietly packed my bags.
The next afternoon, Caroline finally messaged me.
She asked me to come to the Baker Family’s old house.
The moment I stepped inside, her parents’ faces dropped when they noticed I came empty-handed.