The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 128

Daniel frowned slightly. "Miscarriage?"

"Yes," Clara lied without missing a beat. "While he was staying at a hotel with another woman, I miscarried in the underground parking garage. Does that count as irrefutable evidence of the breakdown of the marriage?"

Daniel paused for a moment, then clicked off the voice recorder. "Do you want to continue pursuing an uncontested divorce agreement, or do you want to file a lawsuit?"

"If we can agree, I prefer an agreement. I only want a standard division of assets."

Simon, standing by the window, exploded. "Why? He should leave with nothing! Clean him out!"

Daniel looked at Clara. "If we throw public pressure into the mix, your chances get a lot better."

"Your husband is a public servant. If a video or evidence suggesting infidelity leaks, even if it's eventually unproven, it will be a massive blow to his career. To quiet the situation, he would be forced to compromise."

Clara's fingers curled inward.

Coupled with the previous viral photo, confirming that the woman he was holding was the same one he took to the hotel...

He would be subjected to public scrutiny, likely suspended pending investigation.

"Just post it online, and the divorce is in the bag," Simon urged, adding fuel to the fire. "Clara, don't hesitate. Destroy him."

Clara thought back to Christmas Eve during their second year of dating.

That night, Rhys had been on duty.

A massive pile-up involving a hazardous chemical transport truck had occurred on the Brighton City highway.

Rhys led his team in the snow, managing the scene for fourteen straight hours.

Clara had waited at the precinct with dinner, waiting through Christmas Eve and into Christmas Day, until finally, his cruiser pulled into the yard.

She had run downstairs and seen Rhys step out of the vehicle.

He looked as if he had been pulled from an ice cellar. His eyebrows and lashes were frosted white, and his uniform was covered in large, dark stains—it was impossible to tell if it was oil or blood.

Clara had started crying immediately, her heart breaking for him. She tried to rush forward to hug him, but he shouted for her to stop.

Rhys stepped back, keeping a two-meter distance. "I'm dirty. There's chemical residue. Don't let it get on you."

He went straight to the open-air wash basin in the backyard of the station.

In temperatures well below freezing, he stripped off his outer uniform, standing in the wind and snow in just a sweater. He took a scrubbing brush and cleaned the cuffs and chest of the jacket, over and over again.

Clara couldn't stand watching it. She tried to grab the clothes. "Just throw it away! You can get a new one issued!"

Rhys dodged her hand, his head lowered, his expression focused.

"Can't throw it away. Wearing it means responsibility."

After scrubbing the uniform, he took off his badge, polished it carefully, and pinned it back onto his chest.

In that moment, Clara's heart had raced looking at him.

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