“Diana, I’m sorry. I should’ve checked the locks before I left... That’s how those bastards got in. The police said it might be hard to find them since they were masked, but no matter how hard it is, I’ll hunt them down and make them pay for what they did to you.”
Then his voice softened, almost tender.
“The doctor says your uterus was severely damaged from the blows... you won’t be able to have children again. But don’t worry—even if you can’t bear children, I’ll never despise you. I’ll take care of you for the rest of my life.”
But I knew—he hadn’t called the police. He had already helped those men leave Amsterdam.
I stared at him blankly, not bothering to expose his lies.
His eyes flicked to his watch, and a trace of impatience crossed his face.
“Diana, there’s an important client I have to meet tonight...”
“I’m fine,” I said flatly. “Go.”
“I knew my wife was the most understanding. Rest well. I’ll come back early to keep you company.”
He pressed a perfunctory kiss on my forehead and left in a rush without looking back.
Ten seconds later, I heard the sound of a door closing upstairs, followed by the laughter of a woman and a child.