My Police HusbandChapter 1
In the interrogation room, a model-faced policeman typed on the keyboard and asked me coldly, "Name?"
I tried to stay calm despite my dizzy head.
"Ella Jones."
"Age?"
"24."
"Address?"
"Building B, 302 Alewell Garden, Danitzer District."
His long fingers paused on the keyboard as he looked up at me. "When did your address change?"
"The day I got divorced."
"When did you get divorced?"
I couldn't keep up the act anymore. I crossed the interrogation table and held his handsome, chiseled face. "Levi, you don't know when we got divorced?"
My sudden action shocked the policewoman beside me. Her mouth formed an O shape.
Levi calmly met my gaze. "No."
"Well, I'm telling you now. We got divorced a month ago."
He looked at me silently. His eyes were filled with complicated emotions.
Then he turned to his assistant. "She's drunk. Take her to the next room and wait until she's sober before questioning her again."
"..."
As the policewoman dragged me away, I struggled and angrily yelled at him, "Levi! You're abusing your power for personal revenge! I'm going to file a complaint against you!"
Levi acted as if he didn't hear my yelling, not even raising an eyelid.