Chapter 3

Something still feels off.

Declan didn't give me a phone or a computer, but he never said I couldn't use his.

So why did I take a phone with no internet?

I'm baffled by my own stupidity.

"Declan, why don't I have a computer or phone?"

Youth has no price; I questioned my husband face-to-face.

Oh, he said I gave him my phone and computer myself and told him not to give them back.

But why do I have no memory of this?

I probably need to see a doctor.

When I powered up the phone, there were several missed calls from unknown numbers.

Then there was a call from six months ago.

The contact was labeled "Trash."

I'm a polite person; why would I label someone like that?

Declan seemed to notice my confusion and told me it was my blind ex.

Okay, I was skeptical.

"Do you want to go out tomorrow? I have a business trip coming up, and I want to take you with me."

Is he afraid to leave me alone at home?

Fine, let's go. Staying in this house all the time isn't good for my condition.

The coastal place is hot, but the scenery is nice.

Declan said it was a business trip, but it felt more like a vacation.

He took me out every day, like walking a dog.

"Ma'am, your husband, Declan Morgan, is suspected of being involved in a disappearance case. We may need you to come with us."

Did the police find something?

I cooperated fully.

I thought I would be free if I answered the police's questions properly.

But they only asked about Declan's whereabouts after he confined me.

Wasn't he always with me?

How could he be a suspect?

Why can't the police see that Declan illegally imprisoned me?

On the way back home, I looked at Declan with a hint of doubt.

Maybe he already guessed what I was thinking.

We had lived here for half a month. It was time to leave.

A sudden incident stopped us, which was really frustrating.

My ex-husband had been missing for a long time, and I hadn't contacted him since our divorce.

But my former in-laws didn't see it that way.

They confronted Declan, demanding to know where their precious son was.

It's laughable. Even now, they don't see me as a person. I was like a stray dog they took in.

"Uncle, Aunt, you must be mistaken. I've already divorced your son. His whereabouts have nothing to do with me."

Naturally, I didn't want to deal with them.

"When you contacted me, it wasn't to bully my wife. As for your son, I've heard rumors; he's probably long gone."

What was Declan talking about?

How did he know Finn?

Finn's parents were angry, and his mother raised her hand to slap.

As disgusting as ever.

"If Finn played around so much, he probably ran into trouble and went to meet his maker."

Declan dared to say it.

But it's the truth—Finn is dead.

When he died, I even set off fireworks to celebrate.