Chapter 2

Sarah clung to him, "Sister-in-law is angry, it's all my fault."

"She just loves to throw tantrums."

Finally clocked out at eleven at night, driving home.

After a quick wash-up, I crawled into bed, thinking Carter was fast asleep.

As soon as I got in bed, Carter pulled me into his arms, forcefully kissing my lips.

The kiss was passionate, but just as things were about to progress, he suddenly pushed me away forcefully.

Caught off guard, I ended up hitting the corner of the table.

Hissing, I drew in a sharp breath.

"What are you doing?"

Carter heard my pained sound and quickly turned on the light. Seeing me grimacing in pain, he hurriedly got out of bed to find some ointment.

"You have that smell on you."

"The stench."

My heart sank. I knew what he was talking about. Years of work had left me permeated with the smell of death. I usually used copious amounts of perfume daily, but today I was too tired and forgot.

Still, Carter's disgust stung a bit.

The next morning, Carter, feeling guilty, surprisingly made a full breakfast spread.

I noticed his scalded hand, feeling a touch of tenderness.

But looking at this table full of steak, a chill truly settled in my heart.He had no idea I never ate steak. Sarah was the one who truly loved steak.

Carter was still talking beside me, "Eat up, I learned how to make this especially for you. I remember it's your favorite."

I forced a smile, "I appreciate the thought, but I have to go. Something came up."

He grabbed me, "Are you still mad about yesterday?"

"Or is it because of that incident?"

I shook my head, "No."

I had long stopped caring about what happened at the wedding.

On the wedding day, someone had spiked my tea with apple juice, which I'm allergic to. My whole body broke out in hives and I was rushed to the hospital. Carter said he'd wait for me to return, but I saw his wedding to Sarah on TV.

Later, he told me we had to find out who hurt me, but the only person who knew about my apple juice allergy was Carter.

I didn't care anymore. I considered it as repaying a debt.

I tried to pull away from Carter, but realized his grip was surprisingly strong.

Carter pressed on, "Then why won't you eat?"

"Dr. Carlisle, I've already been more than generous."

"Don't push it. Sarah is a thousand times gentler than you."

At this point, I lost my patience too, "Then why don't you go find Sarah?"Carter pulled me back, "What are you saying? I'm your husband."

In the scuffle, a plastic package slipped from Carter's body. I looked down and saw it was a contraceptive.

And it had already been opened.

I looked up at Carter again, and Carter had clearly seen it too.

His expression was somewhat awkward, "Actually, this..." He tried to explain.

I turned and walked away immediately, "You still know you're my husband."

......

When I got to the morgue, I found my son's body wasn't in the freezer. I quickly sought out Mr. Winters.

Mr. Winters' eyes seemed to avoid mine as he looked at me.

"Your husband insisted on cremating him right away, said he wanted the child to rest in peace sooner."

I glared at him, "And then? The chief agreed?"

"He put pressure on the higher-ups, and the case wasn't making any progress," Mr. Winters said, lowering his head guiltily.

"They took him to the crematorium early this morning."

Hearing this, I quickly stood up, grabbed my bag, and rushed out.