Chapter 2

"Look at you, you're so exhausted that you're often zoning out. Actually, my business has been picking up, so you don't need to work so hard. I can support you just fine."

As he spoke, Holt took out a diamond ring from his pocket.

Looking a bit shy, he said, "Darling, I didn't get you a proper ring when we got married. This ring might be a bit late, but it's a token of my love. I hope we'll grow old together."

Though it couldn't compare to the ones in my jewelry box, the ring was quite sizable. It was clear he had spent a good amount on it.

I didn't play hard to get and extended my hand for Holt to slip it on.

Looking at the sparkling ring, most of my doubts were dispelled.

Maybe it really was just some silly prank.

After all, I've been with him for so long, I do know him to some extent.

I felt a bit guilty for doubting him because of some random text message.

"Honey, we both need to work hard for a better life."

Holt kissed the back of my hand, "You're right, darling."

A few days passed like this, and I didn't notice anything else out of the ordinary.

Though the police had blocked that ID, the tutorial had already spread.

It caused quite a panic among the public.Especially for vulnerable women, this has intensified their fears about marriage and childbearing.

It's had a significant impact on society as well.

Of course, many decent men are also speaking out against this account and these tutorials, including calling for harsher sentences.

The public's voice, both male and female, is loud and clear, but this is a long and arduous process.

In a society where you can't read people's minds, love has become even more fraught with danger.

When I went to the office, my colleagues were all discussing this topic too.

"Getting married is so difficult now. Before we only worried about making ends meet, now we have to worry about our lives too. Staying single and childless really is the safest option."

A male colleague sighed, "Fists are for protecting your family, not for hitting your darling. I have no respect for those guys."

"That's our Cort for you."

As soon as they saw me arrive, everyone fell silent and buried themselves in work.

The secretary came over, "Mrs. Warwick, someone is here to see you."

"Who?"

"It's a woman. She insists on seeing you and is very determined. She says you'll regret it if you don't meet her."

I hesitated for a few seconds, but still went downstairs to find this woman.

I was also very curious about what matter could be so urgent that she had to see me.As I rushed to the lobby downstairs, a girl in a knit dress spotted me and stood up excitedly.

Her eyes were still a bit red and puffy.

"Hello," she said, her voice slightly choked up.

But I was certain I didn't know her. I'd never seen her before.

I calmly responded, "Hello. I heard you were looking for me. Is there something I can help you with?"

The girl wiped the corner of her eye, about to speak.

I motioned for her to sit down.

"I... I'm Sherry. The reason I came to find you is to tell you that your husband is an abusive man, and a terrifying one at that. You need to get away from him. Run, quickly."