When I Die, He Still Doesn't Love Me

Kyra laughed. "Girls will be girls; having a temper is normal."

"The deceased was four months pregnant. I recall her mentioning it earlier. She was with a child."

Mentioning me, Paul unconsciously furrowed his brows, his eyes showing unmistakable weariness and disgust.

"Don't mention her; she's bad luck!"

"She loves to lie so much, you know that, everyone can be deceived by her. Kyra, you shouldn't be; you promised to always stand by my side."

The last sentence was spoken by Paul with a tender and emotional tone, as if they were the most intimate lovers in the world.

A strand of Kyra's hair fell in front of her forehead, and Paul skillfully tucked it behind her ear.

He took out a wet wipe from somewhere and carefully wiped away the sweat on Kyra's temple.

They discussed many things together, from the mundane to the profound.

No matter how boring Kyra's topics were, he could engage.

I never knew my husband was such a talkative person.

Although I was just a soul, the pain in my heart almost made it hard for me to breathe.

Kyra finished her painting.

When my gaze fell upon her painting, it felt as if an invisible hand was choking me.

Paul glanced at the painting and immediately took it away.

"Mr. Sharp, this is the suspect's likeness. We need to hurry and find out this person's identity."

A bitter smile played on my lips.

Did he really believe her?

Her painting was completely off.

Billy furrowed his brow. "Paul, this criminal is different. The methods are brutal, and his psychological resilience is strong. We can't be careless."

"I just heard Drew say that Kyra is pregnant too. We can't determine the motive yet, but what if the criminal enjoys killing pregnant women? Maybe you should call home and ask."

Paul always respected Billy.

So, he restrained himself somewhat, but his words still carried a hint of impatience and irritability.

"Mr. Sharp, her pregnancy is a lie! I'm her husband, how could I not know she's pregnant? Besides, at four months, she should be showing. Does she look pregnant to you?"

"Yesterday, when Kyra twisted her ankle, I was there to help her. She was in the room, throwing things and yelling at me. How can a woman so malicious be pregnant?"

"Enough, stop mentioning her! Just thinking about her makes me sick. Please don't torment me anymore!"

So, he despised me to this extent?