"But ...." I ignored the secretly gloating man beside me and smiled at Jocelyn's astonished face. "Let's just call it quits."
"Jocelyn."
"Let's get a divorce."
With that, I left the police station.
The atmosphere remained tense.
Jocelyn refused to agree to a divorce, so she stubbornly got into my car and even pulled Alexander into the back seat. He remained silent, while Jocelyn sat in the passenger seat and explained. "There really is nothing between Alexander and me."
"Today I had a get-together with Mr. Collins and the others," she said, suppressing her temper. "After dinner, we decided to go sing karaoke and I never expected to run into Alexander."
"You know his life is tough, with parents to support and kids to raise, all rests on him. I saw those men drag him into the car and follow him to the hotel. If it weren't for me—" Jocelyn's words were interrupted with a whimpering voice in the back seat.
It was none other than Alexander's.
"Phillip ...."
"I never intended to take anything from you," he said hoarsely, gasping for breath, "I've had a tough time getting to where I am today. My ex-wife abused me and our son, that's why I divorced her."
"If only I didn't have that burden!"