Dear Wife, Please Don't Cry

After Stacey left the police station, I followed her all the way.

She drove the car into Sunshine Building, which was the building where Jacky lived and also our home.

We lived in the same building.

I was on the 12th floor, and he was on the 11th floor.

Since Andy's death, she often lived in the dormitory and occasionally visited Jacky's home.

But she didn't want to be alone with me.

As soon as Stacey rang the doorbell, Jacky opened the door wearing an apron.

"Stacey, welcome back."

"Yeah." Stacey nodded and sat down at the dining table naturally.

Jacky served her food and brought her soup.

Stacey took a sip of soup. Her beautiful eyes moistened.

"It's delicious."

"Thank you. I cooked it for a long time." Jacky smiled indulgently and rubbed Stacey's head.

I was floating in the air, watching this scene with envy and jealousy.

This was the scene I had been fantasizing about for a long time!

Why was it snatched away by the evil guy, Jacky?

No.

Why was he so arrogant?

How dared he wear the necklace that I wore around my neck when I was alive!

Jacky's cell phone suddenly vibrated. He picked it up and took a look. Coldness flashed in his eyes.

I floated behind him.

The message was sent by Jacky's accomplice.

[Jacky, it's time to take action. Peter has probably guessed it.]

[Okay.] Jacky replied.

I was nervous.

I wanted to say, "Stacey!

"Run!

"You must not stay at Jacky's house tonight!"

Stacey looked up suddenly. Just as she was about to say something, she received a call from Peter.

"Peter? What? I'm in Sunshine Building. Is there any progress on the case? Okay, come pick me up. I'll be downstairs now."

Jacky showed a sinister look.

Stacey hung up the phone and looked at him helplessly.

"I can't accompany you tonight. Peter said there's progress in the case, so he's come pick me up now."

I was so happy!

I thought, "Peter, thank you!"

A hint of disappointment flashed across Jacky's eyes, but he still didn't give up and held Stacey's hand.

"Can't you stay with me tonight?"

Stacey shook her head and said coquettishly like coaxing a child.

"I'll accompany you tomorrow night."

Watching Stacey get into Peter's car, I finally felt relieved.

"Peter, are there any new discoveries in the case?" Stacey had just fastened her seat belt and looked at Peter in confusion.

The last time Peter called her so urgently was when our son was in trouble.

Peter glanced at my photo before I died, then his eyes fell on the bracelet on my wrist. His face was solemn.

"When was the last time you saw Nicolas?"

Stacey was getting a little impatient when Peter mentioning me again and again. And she couldn't be alone with Jacky tonight.

She said, "I forgot when I met Nicolas. Does it have anything to do with this case?"

"Stacey, I'm just doing my job and asking you a question!"

Peter had a serious expression and rarely yelled at Stacey.

Stacey frowned and thought hard.

"The last time I saw him was before my vacation. Seven days ago."

After a pause, she turned her head and said coldly.

"Could it be that Nicolas is related to the murderer? This beast! I knew he was not a good person!"

Peter looked through the case of Andy's tragic death five years ago. His face was grim and terrifying.

He turned off his phone, looked at Stacey, and rubbed his eyebrows.

He said, "The truth about Andy's death will probably come to light soon."

Stacey was a little excited.

In recent years, she had dreamed of finding the murderer who killed Andy.

When Stacey arrived at the crime scene, Andy had already been killed by the murderers. This was the pain that would haunt her for the rest of her life.

She said, "Peter, is there any new progress in that case? When did it happen?"

Peter pursed his lips, with his eyes flickering. "Not sure yet. We will see."

Stacey sighed. She tilted her head and looked out the window. Her eyes were sad.

It seemed that she was thinking of Andy again.

As soon as they arrived at the police station, Peter called the assistant over.

He asked, "When will the match result be available?"

"It's expedited. The results will be available in an hour," said the assistant.

"Show me the results first later," Peter specifically reminded.

The assistant nodded and turned back to work.

Stacey looked at Peter, who had a serious expression on his face, and was still dissatisfied with me.

She said, "Peter, could Nicolas really be an accomplice? He must be feeling guilty, so he turned off his phone. I'll contact him now."

Peter stared at angry Stacey and said meaningfully.

"Well, it's best if you can contact him."

Not only did this fail to wake up Stacey, but it made her even more convinced that I was an accomplice. She started calling me frantically.

My phone was turned off.

Stacey became increasingly impatient and sent me a message.

[Nicolas, if you have committed murder, come over here and turn yourself in! Don't waste police force!]

[Beast! The victim died so tragically. As an accomplice, aren't you heartbroken?]

I sighed and laughed till tears came out.

I thought, "Stacey.

"I was not an accomplice!

"I was the dead one, the one who was tortured to death.

"Why would you rather believe that I was the murderer than that I was brutally murdered?"

The door was suddenly pushed open. The assistant came in with documents.

"Sir, the matching results are ready."

Peter opened the file with trembling hands. And his face turned pale.

Stacey smiled coldly and continued to send me messages.

[Nicolas, you are doomed. We already know the deceased's information. I will personally bring you to justice! Everyone will know you!]

Peter's hands were shaking as he held the document. He stared at angry Stacey.

[Stacey, read the results. You will regret it.]