After sorting out my affairs, I went home to rest for a few days.
My parents didn't blame me for divorcing Shane. All they cared about was whether he had mistreated me over the past few years.
Their concern warmed my heart. I regretted my reckless decision to marry Shane in the first place.
My parents loved me. I had my own career and proper education. I led a happy and fulfilling life before I met him. So why did I insist on giving all of that up for love and marriage?
"My life has just started," I told my parents. "I will not live for anyone else anymore."
A few days later, I received a call from the police station. Shane had murdered someone. He was now in prison.
Languidly, I asked the policeman who called me, "I'm sorry, what has that got to do with me?"
"Ms. Swanson, the suspect has specifically requested to see you. He says he will kill himself if you don't see him."
I raised an eyebrow. "And what does it matter to me if he dies?"
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