Chapter 4

After the security guard pushed open the bedroom door, I followed him inside with my phone held high and still recording.

What greeted us was an utterly indecent scene.

Karina and Harry were naked and tangled together on the bed.

"Ahh!" Karina screamed and frantically grabbed the blanket to cover herself.

Harry abruptly sat up. When he saw me, he began shouting furiously. "Mike! You set me up!"

The security guard froze as well. He then awkwardly turned away. "Uhh, sir, this is a family matter–"

I sneered. "Set you up?

"Karina, weren't you afraid of the homeless man? What about this homeless man? Are you afraid of him?"

Karina's face went pale, and she couldn't stop trembling. "Mike, hear me out–"

I put away my phone. The video had already been saved.

"Sir, you saw everything."

I called the police on the spot.

"Hello, emergency services? I'm in Unit 1503 in Rivera Heights. I caught my wife committing adultery with another man, and there's now a dispute. Please send someone over to handle it."

The police soon arrived.

Karina and Harry, who were wrapped in bathrobes, were taken to the station to give statements.

I went with them, gave my own statement, and provided the recording of me catching them together.

In the interview room, I put on the role of a heartbroken husband.

"Officer, family matters should stay private."

I pointed at Karina. "I forgive her."

Karina stared at me in disbelief. Harry became visibly relaxed too.

"I don't want to pursue this. I'll accept what happened. I only have one request. We're getting divorced tomorrow."

Seeing how determined I was to divorce Karina, and recognizing that this was ultimately a civil dispute, the officers focused on mediation.

They sternly lectured Karina and Harry, recorded the incident, and let them leave.

Karina and Harry walked out of the police station.

Karina put on a fake remorseful expression. "Honey, thank you. Can we go home and talk about this?"

Harry also came over and patted me on the shoulder.

"Mike, I'm sorry. This was all my fault. I drank too much."

They thought I was still the same fool from my previous life.

I pretended to be exhausted and waved them off.

I then retrieved my car key and placed it in Harry's hand.

Harry froze.

I said, "I don't want to drive that car anymore. It feels filthy. The car is still in my company's garage.

"Aren't you my friend? Do me a favor. Drive it away and take Karina home.

"That car is cursed."

Harry assumed I meant the car was cursed with bad luck since my wife cheated on me.

He smugly accepted the keys. "No problem, Mike. Leave it to me."

He put an arm around Karina. "Karina, stop crying. I'll take you home."

The two of them hailed a cab and headed to my company.

I watched the cab disappear around the corner.

I immediately turned around and walked back into the police station. I found the officer who had taken my statement earlier.

"I suspect they're plotting to kill me! Karina used an AI-generated video to trick me into going home, while Harry posted a fake location at a bar. All of this was designed to make my death look like a car accident!"

The officer's expression turned serious. "What evidence do you have?"

"I suspect Harry tampered with my brakes! It's the car I left in my company's garage. My license plate is CS-3879!

"I knew something was wrong tonight, so I didn't dare go to the parking garage! I suspect he tampered with it this afternoon. Please immediately retrieve the surveillance footage from the garage at Easteria Tower!"

"What?"

The officer shot to his feet. "Where's the car?"

I pretended to tremble as I answered, "I-I was too confused earlier. I thought he was only having an affair with my wife. I didn't know he was trying to kill me too.

"I gave them the keys. They're taking a cab to get the car right now!"

The officer inhaled deeply and immediately grabbed his radio. "Dispatch! The suspects are currently taking a cab from East District Police Station to Easteria Tower!

"Immediately locate the black sedan with license plate CS-3879! Notify all patrol units that its brakes may have been deliberately tampered with. The vehicle must not be driven. I repeat, it's extremely dangerous!"

After shouting into the radio, the officer looked at me with mixed emotions. "Stay here for now. You're a key witness—and we still need to clarify exactly what happened."

He hurried out of the office.

I sat alone in the interview room while staring at the glass of water on the table.