I Lost Summer and Everything With HerChapter 1

My credit card was stolen.

I called the police.

I was sitting at the police station, halfway through giving a statement.

I saw my husband, who was supposed to be away on a business trip, and his first love, blushing, following close behind him.

“Claire Mitchell, are you wasting police resources like this?”

My husband slammed the letter of apology on the table: “Sign it now! I don’t have time to argue with you.”

I looked at the amount displayed on the letter of apology—three years’ salary for my husband—and smiled.

“You want me to sign it?”

“Sure,” I said, meeting the determined faces of my husband and his first love, and holding up the letter of apology: “Kneel down and admit your mistake.”

“Bow to me.”

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“One step missing.”

My voice grew colder. “No need to discuss this.”

The lawyer who came with me immediately spoke up: “According to Article 196 of the United States Criminal Code, using someone else’s credit card to steal money for an amount exceeding $1,000 constitutes a crime—”

“Enough!”