If I hadn't seen these things with my own eyes, I wouldn't even have any doubts. After eight years of marriage, my trust in him was so high that others would think I was stupid.
My eyes were hot and my throat was choked and I agreed, "What color is it? I'll ask my colleague to find it."
Lilian's weak voice came from the phone, "White, white."
"White, I'll give you the address later." Stephan answered while flicked Lilian's forehead lovingly.
I nodded lightly and didn't ask any more questions. Then I received an unfamiliar address on my phone.
Walking back to the detention room, I saw the white bag in the corner at a glance.
It was a new model from Hermes. There was only one in the counter in the west of the city in the whole Seattle and the distribution alone costed millions.
When Stephan came to me to discuss the fake divorce, I saw the packaging box in his office. I thought it was his anniversary gift to me, but I didn't expect that he gave me a divorce that was hard to tell whether it was real or fake. And this bag was for Lilian.
"Natasha, do you know those two people?" The new colleague showed up with a handsome face that made people and gods angry and asked me curiously.