Yve was huddled in the corner of the couch, trembling. When she heard my husband's voice, she scrambled up and threw herself into his arms like a scared bunny. My husband's body tensed for a moment before reaching out and embracing her in her arms.
He stroked her hair with one hand, murmuring comfort in a low voice, "It's okay. Don't be afraid. I'm here...."
Yve clung to him, tears streaming down her face. "Where have you been? I was so scared without you here!"
Jayden offered a warm explanation. "Sorry, I got caught up with the autopsy results for that dismemberment case."
Yve's eyes flickered as she pulled back slightly. "Oh? Did you find anything?" she asked.
"We found out the victim was pregnant. It looks like a revenge killing, but we haven't identified her yet. No leads so far."
"A pregnant woman… That's awful..."
She said it, but her eyes sparkled with something that felt fake, almost smug. The hypocrisy was disgusting.
She pretended to show sympathy while clearly fishing for information about the case!
Facing Yve, my husband spilled everything about the case even though he would usually keep things quiet. It was so unfair.
Was this the difference between someone he loved and... not?