Chapter 1

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.

With a numb expression, I looked at the wide-open door, mentally counting how many men Sophia Sanders had brought back this time.

For three years of our marriage, she brought back a different man who looked like me every day. She deliberately left the door open, shamelessly making love in front of me, all to get revenge for my abandonment years ago.

But this time, when the woman inside made a sound, I was stunned.

Lost in thought, it was already over inside. Sophia walked out wrapped in a towel, her legs trembling. She looked at me, her eyes cold.

"You're back just in time. We're out of condoms. Go buy some more."

She took out a thick wad of cash from the nearby drawer and threw it directly at my face.

"The rest is your tip. Isn't money what you love?"

My face stung from the bills, but I didn't pick up the money on the ground. Instead, I looked at her with red eyes.

"After sleeping with so many men all these years, why couldn't you leave Ryan alone?"

It was cruel beyond measure. She knew very well that Ryan Johnson was my best friend.

Sophia's eyes were cold as ice. She sneered, "Back then, did you spare me?"

My heart suddenly ached as those memories came flooding back.

Sophia and I were high school sweethearts, the campus beauty and the campus heartthrob, known as the model couple in school.

We had promised to get married when we came of age, but at the peak of our love, I suddenly broke up with her and left the country with a rich kid.

On the day I broke up with her, she chased after me for a long time with tears in her eyes.

Such a proud person, begging me over and over not to break up, saying that she would definitely grow up one day.

She begged me not to rush, to wait for her, begged me not to fall in love with someone else.

But I was so cold, unwilling to say even a word to her. I even watched her get into a car accident while chasing after me, without looking back.

That accident was very serious, causing her kidney to rupture. She needed a kidney transplant to survive.

She lay on the operating table covered in blood, but still insisted on crawling up to call me.

But the calls she made with all her strength were all hung up.

Love cuts deep, and hate cuts deeper. From that day on, Sophia hated me to the core.

She spent four years establishing herself at the top of the business world, becoming a female billionaire.

And the first thing she did after achieving fame and fortune was to use her power and influence to force me to marry her, and then bring one man after another home to humiliate me.

But only I knew that breaking up with her back then wasn't because I didn't love her, nor because I was greedy for money. It was because I had no choice.

My father was an undercover cop. When his mission failed and his identity was exposed to the drug lords, after killing my father, the criminal gang started taking revenge on my family.

After receiving the news, we fled as a family. To avoid implicating Sophia, I had no choice but to break up with her.

On the way, I learned that she had been in a car accident. I risked my life to run to the hospital to donate a kidney to her, but had to hurry back home before she woke up.

But I never expected that my entire family - four elderly relatives, my mother and my sister - would all be brutally killed by the drug dealers.

Only I miraculously escaped with my life.

Thinking of how my family was brutally murdered, my eyes involuntarily turned bloodshot.

Seeing my red eyes, Sophia spoke coldly, but with a hint of expectation in her eyes: "What, you want to say you had difficulties back then?"

Coming back to my senses, I just shook my head firmly.

"No difficulties. You didn't misunderstand, I'm just that kind of person who loves money and fame."

I couldn't explain the difficulties then, and even more so now.

I carried the blood debt of my entire family. Sophia and I were destined to never have a future together.

These years of time were stolen by me. Now that I've decided to inherit my father's badge, the mission is life-threatening. I'll probably be reunited with my family soon.