Chapter 2

I'd never made an investment in my life.

But the one I made in Julian was a smashing success.

His startup soared. In the very first year, he made a fortune.

He bought me a huge house, twice the size of the one I’d sold.

And he kept his promise, proposing to me.

We got married.

House, car, money—we had it all.

We lived a happy, fulfilling life.

But as his company grew, his business trips became more frequent. He was busier than I was, even with my daily routine of catching thieves and chasing robbers.

Just two years into our marriage, his late nights turned into entire absences.

By the sixth year, his company was preparing to go public.

But I often couldn't reach him by phone, and his clothes frequently carried the scent of perfume.

My insomnia spiraled out of control.

"Julian, we need to talk, properly."

He sat there, running his fingers through his hair. "Aubrey, I've met someone. She's gentle, so understanding. I know this is incredibly unfair to you, but if you agree to a divorce, I'm willing to give you ten percent of the company shares."

That day, I lunged at him and slapped him hard.

"Julian, you bastard! How could you do this to me after everything? After how much I love you?!"

He held me tightly.

"I’m grateful for you, for being there for me during my toughest times. But it’s been six years, and I still can't accept you, Aubrey. Let’s get a divorce."