Chapter 10

#Chapter 10

It turned out that a girl from our club had jumped off a building after enduring prolonged abuse.

The police found my contact information while searching through her belongings, so they needed my testimony.

I couldn't stop trembling after hearing this.

No wonder she suddenly called me crying yesterday—she was saying goodbye.

Her name was Sophia Evans. She had just started college this year. She told me she was deceived by Tyler Roland and his group, which led her down this dark path.

But there are no second chances in life. One wrong step leads to another, and eventually there's no turning back.

I told the police everything I knew, holding nothing back.

Their investigation revealed this was a large-scale criminal syndicate.

Further probes indicated they had international connections, even overseas operations.

Wendy Lowell had gained the syndicate's favor by taking on high-risk jobs due to her massive debts. They changed their plans and sent her to Myanmar.

By the time authorities attempted rescue, she was already broken beyond recognition.

Hearing this, my anger mostly faded, replaced by pity. I finally decided to let it go.

As for Tyler Roland and his accomplices, they faced severe legal consequences.

I was released without charges since I was coerced.

When I walked out after the trial, Ethan Anderson was waiting at the entrance.

The LAPD had briefed him on everything.

He looked hollowed out, all his vitality gone.

He didn't scold me. Just silently took me home.

I knew he was struggling too.

But I hadn't cherished him.

Seeing his haggard face, I could only feel heartbroken. No words came out.

I had failed him.

Back home, I trembled uncontrollably in bed, my mental state shattered.

Ethan held me, comforting me gently until I fell asleep.

But his suppressed sighs in the night felt like hammer blows to my heart—heavy and painful.

I knew we could never go back. No man could forgive something like this.

One week later, we divorced.