The car drove to a villa that I had never seen before.

Over the years, Eric had invested a lot in real estate and bought villas with money.

But with so many properties, I had no impression of this property.

"Open the door."

He pressed the doorbell, and the door was quickly opened by Lisa.

She helped him in, poured water for him to wash face, and loosened his tie.

"Don't drink so much in the future, okay?" Lisa leaned against him like a docile little cat.

He gently rubbed her belly with his hand, "I know, I'm going to be a dad!"

Lisa grinned, "Only six more months, and you'll be a dad! When are you getting divorced?"

Eric's eyes darkened, "She didn't go to City Hall the other day, and I happened to be busy, so I didn't contact her again."

"She's probably still angry. I'll go talk to her in a few days."

"I don't care. You have to get divorced soon. Whether you give her money or a house, you have to get divorced!"

I looked at the two of them coldly, wanting to rush over and slap them a few times.

But I knew it would be in vain.

After coaxing Lisa to sleep, Eric left.

He lit a cigarette and flipped through his phone with one hand.

The screen was showing the chat records between me and him

The last record was three days ago, when I asked him if he could go back to my hometown with me.

He replied simply, "No, I don't have time to play house with you."

He took a deep breath and choked on the smoke. His bangs covered his eyebrows and eyes, making it hard to see his expression.

He stayed for a while and finally put his phone back in his pocket.

But when I looked up, I saw his eyes slightly red.

Perhaps he felt guilty for speaking to me so coldly.

After all, we had been married for more than ten years, weathering the storms together, and never even thought of breaking up, even in the most difficult times.

Even a stone, after accompanying for decades, one would have some feelings for it.

But if he knew that my death had something to do with him,

What would he think?

On his way to the company, Eric happened to run into Mick.

Mick stopped him and said, "Eric."

Eric raised an eyebrow and replied, "What's the matter?"

"Last time it was my fault, but if your marriage can't continue, you should also have a peaceful separation with Cordelia."

Eric paused for a moment and nodded.

After he came to the office, he called the new assistant.

"Help me add an additional 10% of the company's shares on top of the original ones, and include the house in Cloud Manor as well."

He took out the divorce agreement from the drawer and handed it to the assistant.

It turned out that he wanted to draft a new divorce agreement.

It had to be said that in order to speed up our divorce, Eric was willing to spend a lot of money to ward off disasters.

The house that was added was worth more than ten million, and the company's ten percent stake was worth at least one billion.

It seemed that he was really willing to do anything for Lisa.

Not long after the assistant left, he received a call from the police.

"Hello, are you Eric, the husband of Cordelia Davis?"

"Yes, may I ask what the matter is?" Eric couldn't help but tighten his grip on the phone, his knuckles turning white.

"Your wife died unexpectedly, and we need you to come to the police station to handle some related matters."

He paused for a moment, his eyes empty. "Impossible."

"I am a police officer in Arizona, my badge number is xxxx, and now we need your cooperation. Please come to the police station immediately."

After hanging up the phone, he was stunned for a while, then smiled.

"Interesting." He accidentally bumped into the frame of the photo of me and him on the table, and the glass shattered.

The noise was so loud that it startled the colleagues working outside and the sparrows on the antenna pole outside the window.

He sat down on the sofa, murmuring to me in a low voice, "Cordelia, what trick is this of yours..."

He thought this was my bargaining chip to prevent him from divorcing, but he forgot that I never fight for things that don't belong to me.

He called all our mutual friends, and finally had to dial my number.

After flipping through it for a while, he found my number in the blacklist.

After tens of minutes, he confirmed that my number couldn't be reached, so he called my best friend Hailey.

"Get lost! Cordelia is dead! Dead! It's because of you that she didn't accompany her back to her hometown. She just wanted to have a proper farewell with you... But you were drinking with your friends and reveling with other women every night, and you didn't have time to accompany your wife who started from scratch with you!"

"Do you know? When she was being humiliated by a vagrant, she still called you. But what were you doing? Are you looking for her now? Are you going to find her down there?!"