“Karl is innocent,” she replied softly. “He was just... there. It had nothing to do with him. I trust him.”
“I may regret wearing this uniform,” she added, “but I don't regret following my heart. Even if he never chose me... if he’s happy, I can endure anything.”
The gift I had been holding slipped from my hand.
All this time—the one who killed my parents had been right beside me.
And the woman I had come to love… had kept that truth from me for five long years.
Our marriage—suddenly felt like a cage.
——
From behind the door, her voice trembled with quiet sorrow as she looked at an old photo hanging on the wall:
“Since Karl didn’t choose me, I’ll clear every obstacle for him. I’ll make sure he never has to look back.
As for Victor... I’ll watch him closely. I’ll never let him learn the truth.”
Even her colleague couldn’t hide the disappointment in their voice.
"You’ve been on this case for eight years. You’ve won countless medals and commendations. Why throw it all away for Karl?"
The voice was sharp, almost pleading.
"He doesn’t love you, Caroline! His appearance at the Crow Residence wasn’t a coincidence—you know that!"