Ran Into My Ex-Boyfriend During an Anti-Vice Raid at a KTV

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Three years after our breakup, I was hauled off to the police station by my ex-boyfriend, whom I hadn't seen in just as long.

"So you kept our photo even after we broke up?"

My ex-boyfriend watched me with a grin.

Expressionless, I tore the photo to shreds right in front of him.

"There. Not anymore."

'Trying to make a fool out of me!'

'That damn scumbag!'

1

What's it like to go out for karaoke and sing your way into a police station?

I was just at a KTV for the after-party following a company gathering. I stepped out to use the restroom, and when I came back, I couldn't find our private room.

I honestly just spotted a pretty woman leaning against the wall and asked her for directions.

The next thing I knew, several police officers were rushing right at us.

"Police! Everybody down!"

In my twenty-odd years of existence, I, a bona fide coward who's never so much as hurt a fly and gets nervous just walking past a police station, had never seen anything like it.

The moment I saw the woman beside me turn and bolt, I instinctively took off running too.

And that's how I got caught.

"If you don't know anything, then why did you run?"

The officer who nabbed me was young and handsome. He shot me a speechless look as he examined my ID.

I wanted to cry but couldn't.

"I swear I don't know her! I was just lost and asking for directions."

The young officer glanced at me but said nothing. I couldn't tell if he believed me or not.

He did hand my ID back, though.

"Take out everything you have on you. If we check it and there are no problems, you can leave."

Perhaps he thought that, based on my looks, I had nothing to do with any sort of... adult activities, because the young officer's tone softened considerably.

I nodded eagerly and placed everything on the table—whatever was in my pockets, my purse, and my hands.

The young officer unhurriedly picked up my wallet and opened it. Then, his expression suddenly grew strange.

'Was there a problem?'

My mind raced as I tried to figure out what could possibly be wrong with my wallet.

"You—"

The young officer had just gotten a single word out when a knock came at the door, and someone walked in, interrupting him.

"I'll take over here. You go handle the other side."

Hearing that familiar, refined voice, I snapped my head up and stared in disbelief at the person before me, whom I hadn't seen in so long.

My ex-boyfriend, Wyatt Valiant.

"Yes, Captain Valiant."

The young officer stood up, hesitated, then handed the wallet he was holding to the man in front of him.

Wyatt Valiant gave it a cursory glance as he took it. Immediately after, his gaze, full of profound meaning, landed on me.

It finally hit me. I understood why the young officer had been looking at me so strangely.

Damn it. I still had a photo of me and Wyatt Valiant from three years ago in my wallet!