The photo showed a man leaning by the bed, his face full of worry, though he tried to hide it as he slept.
The next morning, I checked out of the hospital, grabbed my suitcase, and headed straight for the airport.
On the way there, Monty sent me the location of the restaurant.
[Babe, I’ve got a surprise for you. I’ll pick you up soon. Wait for me.]
I opened Sylvie’s Insta Story to see her update from two minutes ago.
In the video, the man was carefully feeding her creamy pumpkin soup.
The tenderness in his eyes… That was something I had never seen before.
I clicked the like button and then deleted all their contact details.
When I boarded the plane, I sent a signed report to the Chief about everything that happened, using Monty’s phone records.
I also sent him the signed divorce papers.
Monty’s POV
At the restaurant, I was busy setting up, petals scattered all over the floor. I kept glancing at my phone, but still, no messages came through.
To be honest, I was starting to feel this rising sense of unease.
Just as I reached for my phone to make a call, the door burst open. Someone in uniform rushed in, pale as a ghost.
“Bad news, Detective Sergeant. You need to get back to the department right now. The Raleighs’ case just got reported, and the Chief’s looking for you everywhere! And, uh, your wife… something’s happened to her!”
