Chapter 4The Broadcast

I turned and left.

Back home, the house was pitch black and terrifyingly quiet.

But I knew that tomorrow, this place would be incredibly lively.

Police would come for evidence, creditors would block the door, and the home buyers would come for answers.

And I, as the sole "unaware victim," would extract myself cleanly. I would sue for divorce as a victim, take back everything that belonged to me, and more.

I walked into the bathroom, poured the swapped "vitamins" into the toilet, and watched the pills swirl and vanish.

My phone vibrated.

It was a WeChat message from Caleb, probably sent with his one phone call chance before being put in the squad car.

Just three words,透ing with bone-chilling coldness and despair:

[Was it you?]

I poured myself a glass of red wine and toasted the pale but bright-eyed woman in the mirror.

Then, I slowly replied:

[Hubby, what are you saying? I've been home waiting for you to come drink soup! Mrs. Robinson said they caught a pervert in the square. Are you okay?]