After I faked my death, the wife who hated me went crazy.

Under the solemn national emblem, the senior officer asked me, "Jack Foster, are you sure you want to become an undercover detective?"

"I'm sure," I replied firmly.

To become an undercover detective, the first step was to erase all traces of my past life. My current name would completely disappear from this world.

So, I would be arranged a fake death by the authorities, and then live again with a new identity.

As I returned from the police station, before I could reach the bedroom door, I heard a woman's soft moans coming from inside.