The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 222

With a guttural scream, the two men tumbled together into the pit beside the road.

By the time his team rushed up to restrain the suspect, Rhys was covered in blood down one side of his body.

The captain, furious, slammed his helmet onto the ground. "Do you have a death wish, Rhys? If that blade had gone an inch to the left and slit your throat, I'd be the one bagging your corpse! If you pull a stunt like that again, I'm sending your ass back to traffic patrol!"

Rhys leaned against a mound of dirt, gasping for air as his vision swam. "I'm fine. I'm still breathing, aren't I?"

As long as he wasn't dead, he had to keep living and suffering.

When he returned from the mission, his old colleague Zachary heard about the injury and rushed over to see him.

"You're going to get yourself killed sooner or later."

Zachary felt a sour taste in his mouth. He lit a cigarette and handed it to Rhys. "You're on loan to this unit; why go so hard? Are you actually trying to get yourself killed just to make Clara regret leaving you?"

Rhys shook his head. "She wouldn't regret it. she'd just think I got what I deserved."

"Don't think like that. You were husband and wife, after all..."

"Her biggest regret is probably ever having me as her husband."

Zachary choked on his words.

He wanted to offer comfort, but looking at it from Clara's perspective, Rhys was right. Having a husband like Rhys had been a curse for her.

After a long silence, Zachary stubbed out his cigarette. "Alright, get some sleep. Stop torturing yourself."

Rhys forced a faint smile.

He had forgotten what a peaceful sleep felt like a long time ago.

Just like tonight. It had been raining incessantly in Brighton City, and his wound was itching and throbbing.

Rhys lay fully clothed on what used to be Clara's side of the bed.

In this world without her, physical pain was the only reality he could still feel.

Insomnia claimed him again.

Practiced from habit, he took out his phone, put in his earbuds, and opened the livestream channel hosted by "Unknown."

The stream had already been running for half an hour.

Her schedule had become sporadic lately. Sometimes she streamed for only ten minutes; other times she wouldn't come online until the early hours of the morning.

Rhys was the same—either training or out on death-defying missions.

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