Going Out With a Bang

Jeremy looked at Harriet like he had something to say, but he ultimately held himself back.

Harriet tapped his forehead lightly and spoke in a doting tone. "Come on, Jeremy. Is there anything that you can't tell me?"

Jeremy clenched his fists wordlessly as if mustering his courage to speak. Finally, he said, "Hatty, Aaron has always been the ace of the bomb disposal unit. With you assisting him this time, how could the bomb have exploded? Could it be that…"

He trailed off and didn't finish his sentence, leaving room for endless speculation.

A wave of fury surged within me, and I clenched my hands into fists. I fervently wished that I could charge forward and give him a good punch.

Even after my death, Jeremy was still trying to besmirch me at every turn. He was planting seeds of doubt in Harriet's mind.

As a police officer, I understood my duty and never allowed personal feelings to interfere with my work. Even though I already knew Harriet didn't love me, I thought she would at least trust my character after six years of working together.

But Harriet's words shattered the faint hope I had been clinging to.

"I knew it! How else could the bomb have suddenly exploded when it was being defused properly? Aaron must've done it on purpose to harm you. I'm going to report him—he's not fit to be a police officer!" she exclaimed, her face flushed with anger.

I had no doubt that if I appeared before her now, she would slap me and berate me viciously without hesitation.

Bitterness filled my heart.

Had I overestimated my place in Harriet's heart? Or was Jeremy so important to her that she would believe anything he said?

Perhaps it was a combination of both.

Six years of working together couldn't earn me even a sliver of her trust. In her eyes, I was nothing more than a despicable and shameless man.

But I still remembered the touching words she had said at our wedding, "You're not just my husband—you're my lifelong partner in arms."

Now, with just a few words from Jeremy, she could forget those heartfelt words like they carried no weight at all.

I wondered if she would regret the things she had said then when she learned of my death.

Harriet paced back and forth in the room. Her anger simmered, and she needed an outlet to vent her fury. So, she pulled out her phone and sent me a message.

She wrote, "How dare you tamper with the bomb, Aaron? I'll make sure you pay for this! I know you must have somehow come back to life. Hurry up and reply to my message."

She stared at her phone intently. One minute passed, and then two…

However, there was still no reply from me. In the past, I had never taken more than ten seconds to respond to her messages.

Harriet's chest heaved with anger. "Playing dead, huh? Fine! I have my ways to deal with you."

She immediately called a colleague who was still at the scene. Before they could even speak, she yelled into the phone, "Tell Aaron I know all about his dirty tricks! He'd better be ready to face the consequences!"

A worried voice came from the other end of the line. "But Harriet, Aaron hasn't come out yet. The fire hasn't been put out, so we still can't get in. I think he might be in trouble!"

Harriet sneered, unimpressed. Her tone was icy as she said, "He won't die. He's probably hiding somewhere to avoid taking responsibility. Tell him that whatever he's up to, it won't work! He nearly got Jeremy killed! I'll make him pay for that!"

She hung up, muttering curses under her breath.

A trace of satisfaction flashed across Jeremy's eyes, but he masked it with a magnanimous expression. "Hatty," he said soothingly, "it's normal for men to get jealous. Aaron just got carried away. Let it go."

Harriet frowned and glared at him. "Let it go? How can I? Your health hasn't been great ever since the accident. If it weren't for the blast shield, the explosion could've cost you your life. I won't let him off that easily!"

Jeremy hugged her tightly, looking moved. The two of them looked like lovers who had survived a trying ordeal together.