The Deceitful Marriage

Chapter 1

My soul floated in mid-air, watching the female police officer angrily hang up the phone. "What kind of person is this? His wife just died, and he doesn't even react! How cold-blooded can he be?"

The male officer beside her glanced at my corpse and sighed, "Maybe he just can't accept it right now."

I blinked and saw the kitchen knife beside me, its blade dulled from the repeated strikes. My soul seemed to still feel the excruciating pain from when the knife had struck my body.

From the moment my consciousness faded, I had opened my eyes again to find myself in this state of a wandering soul.

Theo's voice on the phone had left me feeling completely numb.

When I married Theo, everyone envied me for having such a good husband. People spoke highly of him.

But this loving marriage didn't last long before it shattered.

When I was nine months pregnant, I was supporting Theo, who had just returned from a work event, when I heard another woman's name from his lips.

That woman was Theo's first love—Valerie.

The reason he married me was because I bore a slight resemblance to Valerie.

That night, Theo kept calling her name.

But he still treated me well on the surface, pretending to be madly in love, as if that night had been just my imagination.

Until three months ago, when his first love returned.

He changed, started staying out late and coming home at odd hours, sometimes not coming home at all.

I often smelled another woman's perfume on him.