My Perfect Marriage Was His Perfect Crime novel Chapter 19

In my slumber, loud thunder rumbled outside.

My phone buzzed a few times by the bed, but I was too annoyed to check and rolled over to sleep again.

Suddenly, I heard the door creaking open, jolting me awake, thinking a thief had entered the house.

As I sat up, Andrew's soaked figure appeared in front of me.

Rubbing my eyes, I asked, "What are you doing back?"

He exhaled a sigh of relief upon seeing me there.

He peeled off his drenched jacket and rushed to embrace me.

"Caroline, it's thundering outside. I remembered how scared you are of thunder. So, I left the hotel and hurried back," he replied.

His wet clothes brushed against my face, sending a chill that made me uncomfortable.

I subtly pushed him away. "Go take a shower now, or you'll catch a cold."

Andrew rarely smiled at me and said gently, "I'll come keep you company later."

I could hear the water rushing in the bathroom, but my gaze was fixed out the window as lightning flashed, and I fell into deep thought.

Over the last three years, I endured countless rounds of IVF, while Andrew began to leave for work early and return late—sometimes not coming home at all.

At first, I thought it was just his job getting busier.

Until I discovered some sexy lingerie in the closet that didn't belong to me, along with mysteriously disappearing condoms.

Then his secretary, Bonnie, became more brazen, flaunting her love life on social media while teasing me just enough for me to notice.

Now, I was just tired of it all.

The irony was, that Andrew remembered that I was afraid of thunder but didn't realize that I'd learned how to weather the storms on my own during countless lonely nights.

I had no idea when Andrew emerged from the shower.

I had dozed off again.

He lay down beside me in a bathrobe, trying to wrap his arms around me from behind. His breath against my neck grew warm and heavy.

"Caroline, do you think we can have sex?"

I pushed him away, giving myself a moment to compose my thoughts, my gaze drifting down to the marks on his neck.

"Did Bonnie not feed you well?" I asked.

Andrew froze for a moment, a flash of embarrassed anger crossing his face.

"Caroline, can you please stop being so unreasonable? We haven't seen each other in days, and you're acting like this, right off the bat? I told you, Bonnie is just my secretary, looking after my meals and daily needs. That's her job!"

Memories of the past flickered past me.

I closed my eyes, thinking about what I needed to pack for tomorrow's early flight. After all, I couldn't afford to be late.

The next day, I woke up two hours early.

I looked around the bedroom; almost everything here was bought by Andrew.

Besides a few of my clothes, I hadn't updated my wardrobe in three years.

But I didn't bother to take those either.

I casually tossed a few outfits into my suitcase when suddenly, I got a call from the airline.

"Hello, is this Miss Caroline?"

"Due to severe thunderstorms in the city, your flight has been delayed and rescheduled for three days later. Do you agree to this?"

I glanced at the torrential rain outside and sighed.

I wasn't lucky. Even leaving was thwarted by a thunderstorm.

Then I called Chris back.

"Alright, three days later, make sure to pick me up from the airport."