Andy apologized, "I didn't mean to bring it up, but someone in your neighborhood saw a strange car in the area recently. It was the same night your husband, Andrew Jones, left home after your argument."
"We've already checked the neighborhood. No one else is missing. Only your husband remains unaccounted for. Shouldn't you call him?"
After a brief silence, Sofia's expression shifted to a cold sneer.
"He's always been petty and jealous. This isn't the first time we've fought, and each time, he comes crawling back to apologize. He's just trying to show me how 'hurt' he is this time."
"Andy, you should focus on solving this murder. This trivial matter doesn't warrant your concern."
Hearing this, Andy hesitated and sighed, turning to arrange the search.
I let out a bitter laugh. I had thought our fights would make her realize my frustration.
But now I see—she just saw me as a fool.
Sofia continued her work in the lab.
For two days, she had been tirelessly trying to piece together the process of how I had been tortured and mutilated.
It wasn't until her head began to ache that she finally stopped.
Just then, her phone rang.
It was someone from my company.