Looking at my mother who was sleeping soundly, I took her cell phone, threw away the original phone card and replaced it with a new one.
That was not a long-term solution, but at that moment, I had no choice.
After I got home, I told my mother that David had gone to the countryside to hide and we would just have to wait for him to contact us.
My mother believed what I said without a doubt.
She urged me to borrow money every day and wanted to go home as soon as possible.
I could only find various excuses to procrastinate.
But what I didn't expect was that our life was interrupted before it lasted for five days.
The police came to the door.
It was David who called the police.
He said that he had not been able to contact his wife for a long time and suspected that she had been illegally detained by me.
I didn't expect him to call the police.
My plans were disrupted unexpectedly.
I had no time to care about the disappointed look in my mother's eyes when she looked at me. I could only explain to the police first.
After the police left, I decided to confess to my mother.
Of course, I lied to her that I had a dream.
I told her all about the tragic experiences I had in my past life.