After sorting out my affairs, I went home to rest for a few days.
My parents didn’t blame me for divorcing Shane. All they cared about was whether he had mistreated me over the past few years.
Their concern warmed my heart. I regretted my reckless decision to marry Shane in the first place.
My parents loved me. I had my own career and proper education. I led a happy and fulfilling life before I met him. So why did I insist on giving all of that up for love and marriage?
“My life has just started,” I told my parents. “I will not live for anyone else anymore.”
A few days later, I received a call from the police station. Shane had murdered someone. He was now in prison.
Languidly, I asked the policeman who called me, “I’m sorry, what has that got to do with me?”
“Ms. Swanson, the suspect has specifically requested to see you. He says he will kill himself if you don’t see him.”
I raised an eyebrow. “And what does it matter to me if he dies?”
In the end, after much persuasion, I reluctantly went to the prison to see Shane.
Shane stared at me through the glass with bloodshot eyes. He hadn’t stopped crying since
he saw me. Like a madman, he kept repeating, “I’m sorry. Please don’t leave me.”
I studied him coldly. “Did you kill Hailey?”
“She deserved to die!” Shane roared. “She killed my parents! If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t have ended up like this!”
It was only then that I learned the whole story.
Shane had married me out of obligation in return for saving his life. When Hailey had returned from studying abroad, she had been consumed by jealousy.
She had hired some people to pretend to kidnap Shane’s parents, intending to force them to make Shane divorce me so that she could be his wife instead.
Unfortunately, her plan backfired on her.
Of the three people she’d hired, one of them had long coveted the McClure family fortune. He truly intended to get his hands on the money.
However, Hailey was stingy and refused to pay him, chewing them out instead. Infuriated,
