A woman named Yve Sinclair, my husband's ex-girlfriend, the one he called his lost, everlasting love.
She was the woman he rescued from drug dealers three months before. And apparently, that was where he spent all those nights he was not at home... with her.
The thought of it all made a fresh wave of pain crash over me. Yve, his ex, was suffering from some trauma after being held hostage in a case. He was worried sick about her safety, fearing both drug dealer revenge and something happening to her in general, so Jayden took it upon himself to look after his ex.
No wonder he drove like a maniac, shaving half an hour off a twenty-minute trip.
He burst through the door, his voice shaky as he called, "Yve?"
The only other time I had seen him this scared was when his father died.
Yve was huddled in the corner of the couch, trembling. When she heard my husband's voice, she scrambled up and threw herself into his arms like a scared bunny. My husband's body tensed for a moment before reaching out and embracing her in her arms.
He stroked her hair with one hand, murmuring comfort in a low voice, "It's okay. Don't be afraid. I'm here...."
Yve clung to him, tears streaming down her face. "Where have you been? I was so scared without you here!"
Jayden offered a warm explanation. "Sorry, I got caught up with the autopsy results for that dismemberment case."
Yve's eyes flickered as she pulled back slightly. "Oh? Did you find anything?" she asked.
"We found out the victim was pregnant. It looks like a revenge killing, but we haven't identified her yet. No leads so far."
"A pregnant woman… That's awful..."
She said it, but her eyes sparkled with something that felt fake, almost smug. The hypocrisy was disgusting.
She pretended to show sympathy while clearly fishing for information about the case!
Facing Yve, my husband spilled everything about the case even though he would usually keep things quiet. It was so unfair.
Was this the difference between someone he loved and... not?
Just because he loved her, his usual strictness vanished. Just because the one asking was Yve Sinclair, he seemed to be very eager to share everything like a dam breaking. “The murderer cut the victim’s belly open, took out the baby and replaced it with drugs inside her uterus. So, we think it might be someone we missed catching three months ago, deliberately taunting the police.”