Chapter 7

My injuries improved day by day. The lawyer finally contacted me.

"Mr. Spencer, your divorce certificate has been processed. I'll send it to you by courier."

I immediately stopped him.

"Don't send it by courier. I'll pick it up in person."

I couldn't wait even one more day.

Two thin pieces of paper—what I'd been desperately waiting for.

I gave Emma the one that belonged to Frost.

"When your mommy comes home, show her this document."

Just as I was about to leave for the airport, I suddenly received a call from Ethan.

"Zachary, come quick! Something happened to Frost!"

I arrived at the bar where Frost was.

After asking many people, I finally found the second-floor public restroom.

I saw Frost's thighs wrapped around Ethan's waist.

She was continuously rubbing and kissing the man's neck, trying to unbutton his shirt.

Her voice was sickeningly sweet as she murmured.

"Ethan, do you know how happy I've been these past days with you? It's like a dream."

"Accept me. Let's be together forever."

In the open space, Ethan spotted me immediately.

His voice was gentle and coaxing.

"What about Zachary? He'd risk his life for you. He'd be devastated to hear you say this."

Frost's voice carried a sobbing tone.

"I don't care about him. Do you know, when I gave birth to our daughter, I wanted to strangle her?"

"I can't accept that Zachary and I have a child together!"

"If only he hadn't saved me back then. We'd still have a chance to be together, wouldn't we?"

I'd heard these words so many times I'd lost count.

Besides feeling sorry for my daughter, I couldn't summon a single emotion.

Ethan called me over.

"Zachary, don't listen to Frost's nonsense. She drank something spiked just now. She's confused."

"Take her aside and help her with the antidote."

He said this, but his hands made no motion to push her away.

He just watched as Frost's hand gradually reached for his belt.

She even waved her hand to slap me.

"Don't touch me. I don't want you. Get away."

I laughed.

"The antidote, right? Fine, I'll help you both."

The moment I finished that sentence, before I could make any move, several people in uniforms suddenly rushed up the stairs.

"Zachary Spencer? Someone reported that you've been domestically abusing your wife long-term and threatening to harm your wife and daughter. Please come with us to the station for investigation."

Two officers grabbed me from both sides, twisting my arms behind my back.

"I never abused anyone!" I struggled and shouted.

Frost suddenly "sobered up," tears streaming down her face as she rushed to the police:

"Officers, it's him! After he was disfigured, his temper got worse and worse. He hits me constantly."

"Today he got drunk and said he'd take our daughter with him to die. I was terrified, so I called the police!"

She cried hysterically, her shoulders shaking, looking like someone who'd been victimized for a long time.

I stared wide-eyed at her performance, unable to say a single word.

What broke me even more was that my daughter Emma appeared from nowhere, tugging at Frost's clothes, tears in her eyes as she told the police:

"Police officers, my daddy hits my mommy and said he'd kill me."

She said it so naturally, without a single stammer.

I crouched down, trying to touch her face. "Emma, when did Daddy ever—"

"Don't touch me!" Emma screamed and dodged, hiding in Ethan's arms.

Ethan looked pained as he told the police:

"Officers, I'm her brother. My sister hasn't had a single good day since marrying him. Today he got drunk and followed us here to cause trouble. We really had no choice."

Under Ethan and Frost's accusations, I was handcuffed and taken to the police station.

I sat in the interrogation room for two hours while a young officer kept repeating the same questions. "Do you admit to domestic violence?"

"I didn't do it."

"Your wife and daughter both identified you. Neighbors also reported hearing arguments from your home."

"Arguments don't equal domestic violence."

"Then how do you explain the bruises on your wife's body?"

I froze.

Frost had bruises on her body?