I Broke Free from His Love Chains

His colleague claimed the gift I had painstakingly chosen over two weeks.

Andy was unmoved, his attention seemingly captivated by the conversation between Ruby.

The faint smile playing on his lips hurt me, a silent testament to his detachment.

These days, Andy had been consumed by the demands of the criminal police team, his colleagues, and the relentless pursuit of clues.

After work, he frequented Ruby's abode, where she had mastered an array of delicacies to ensnare his palate, resulting in his absence from our home for a full seven days.

The DNA comparison results remained elusive, casting a shadow of concern over the team as they contemplated my body.

"It's truly perplexing. The deceased has been missing for seven days. Why hasn't her family reported it to the police?"

The criminal investigators were taken aback.

Their speculations ranged from harsh criticisms of the deceased's family as neglectful to the possibility that I might have been without family altogether.

Hovered at the sidelines, I lowered my head at these words.

Apart from Andy, I indeed had no family.

Raised in an orphanage, I had envisioned a solitary, childless life until Andy entered my world.

His vows at our marriage had been poignant, promising to cherish me for life.

Yet, here I was, deceased for seven days.

He remained oblivious, never once returning home to check on me or noticing my absence.

Roy Smith, the policeman, unearthed new leads. His expression was grave as he addressed Andy.

"Andy, have you been in contact with your wife recently?"

The room fell silent, all eyes on Andy.

Andy turned gloomy. "What do you mean?"