The matter could have been small or enormous, but in the end all of us were taken to the precinct.
On the way there, Daniel and Chloe glared at me with clenched jaws, but in front of the police they dared not act rashly.
Just then, my phone buzzed with a new message. It was from Ethan Walker, whom I had asked to run a DNA test.
When I saw the results, I closed my eyes briefly.
Just as I suspected—Daniel had cheated only a year after our marriage.
Since this was considered a domestic dispute and no real harm had been done, the police couldn’t intervene much.
“You just wait. Once you walk out of this station, I’ll make sure you pay,” Daniel snarled, his face twisted.
“The internet is already drowning you in hate. Let’s see how you manage to survive this.”
I glanced at Chloe, standing proudly at his side, and wondered how I could ever have fallen for a man like him.
Without another word, I took my son’s hand and turned to leave.
Daniel frowned at my cold, indifferent expression. He felt strangely unsettled.
In the past, my whole world had revolved around him. Even if he asked for a divorce, he expected tears, pleading, heartbreak.
But not this icy calm.