Betrayal in Blue, A Siren's Redemption

My partner and his alleged "sibling" were apprehended during an anti-prostitution operation at a local inn.

Upon arriving to secure his release, I noticed his neck was covered in love bites, and he was consoling her as she wept.

"Her residence was unsecured, and she felt unsafe, so I kept her company," he explained.

Previously, I would have become enraged and demanded explanations.

This time, however, I chose not to play the role of the jealous, irrational girlfriend.

I quietly completed the release documents without uttering a word.

A colleague from the task force inquired, "Relatives?"

I shook my head and replied, "Just neighbors."

Then I glanced down and messaged my mother.

[Regarding that prearranged marriage you mentioned? I agree to it. Allow me three days, and I'll return home.]