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Chapter 1986

Rosalynn’s hand hovered in midair, frozen.

Wayne’s reaction was instinctively extreme.

Realizing he had overreacted, Wayne stepped back. “Honey, I’m fine. If anything was wrong, I’d tell you.” He

cautiously approached Rosalynn again.

“I want to see your wound, Rosalynh insisted.

Why wouldn’t she suspect anything?c2

Wayne was the kind of man who, if he stubbed his toe, would make a melodramatic scene in front of her.

His wrist had been cut.

He should’ve been the first to rush to her, shouting so she could shower him with sympathy.

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But since his injury, even when she asked about it, he’d never let her see it.

If it was a minor issue, Wayne wouldn’t have hidden it from her.

Wayne remained silent. An unspoken stand-off ensued between them.

Finally, Wayne lowered his gaze, “I didn’t want you to worry unnecessarily.”

“But hiding it from me is what’s causing me to worry!” Rosalynn said sternly. “I’ll ask one last time, Wayne. Let me

see your wound.”

Sighing in resignation, Wayne rolled up his sleeve, revealing his bandaged wrist to Rosalynn.

She didn’t hesitate to tear off the bandage immediately.

Seeing the somewhat inflamed, almost healed wound, she gasped in surprise.

Wayne stood there, like a child caught doing something wrong. He desperately wanted to retract his hand, to hide

the ugly scar from Rosalynn. But he dared not move, fearing her anger.

“How dare you claim this is from a razor? It’s too deep. Did you… did you…” Rosalynn trailed off, frightened by her

own thoughts. She stared at Wayne, her eyes filled with terror.

Tears welled up and rolled down her cheeks, and Wayne was completely thrown off.

“Honey, I didn’t do it on purpose,” he quickly explained. “Do you remember the day I lost my walking cane? After

sorting out some business, I was on my way home for dinner, when that kid from today called. He’d run away from

home and spent a night in the park. I was worried, so I went to check on him.”

Pointing at his wound, Wayne continued, “The kid led me through a small gate, where thorny vines were abundant. I

accidentally snagged my wound on one. It’s not just my wrist; I got a few scratches elsewhere too. didn’t want you

to worry, so I went to the apartment to treat the wound, changed my clothes, and came home. But I left my cane in

the park, and by the time Ableson went to look for it the next day, it was gone.”

“You think I’m easy to fool, don’t you? A razor conveniently falls and cuts your wrist, and a thorn just so happens to

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reopen the wound?” Rosalynn sobbed. “Wayne, don’t lie to me. I’m scared.”

Wayne was in a panic.

“Look at the mess you’ve made. She’s found out about your secrets.”

His own voice suddenly echoed behind him.

Wayne’s body stiffened.

Ignoring the voice, he continued to comfort Rosalynn. “I promise, I’ll take you to the park to see what happened

tomorrow. Or remember that renowned psychiatrist you met last time? We could see him. He can assess whether

I’m okay.”

“Fool, what are you thinking? Do you know anything about that psychiatrist? What if he’s out to get us? Are you so

desperate to please this woman that you’ve lost all sense?”

The man who looked exactly like Wayne, dressed in the same crisp black suit, his hair meticulously groomed,

continued his tirade.

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