My Perfect Marriage Was His Perfect Crime novel Chapter 21

Andrew came back at night.

He didn't work late; he was home by six, his coat soaked. As soon as he walked in, he tossed it into the washing machine without thinking.

He glanced over at me, painting in my study, the corners of his mouth hinting at a smile as he slowly approached from behind, trying to steal a kiss.

I dodged him.

"Caroline, why do you feel so distant these days?"

He then looked at my belly. "Has the baby been good lately? I haven't seen you throw up at all."

Of course, I wasn't throwing up because the baby had long been gone.

I let out a cold laugh, and when I turned my head, I caught sight of the fresh red marks around Andrew's neck, instantly wiping the smile from my face.

Even though he had washed his coat, the heavy scent of the perfume popular with young girls still lingered.

"Step back a bit. I'm feeling queasy again."

I pretended to gag and darted out of the study, shutting the bathroom door behind me before letting out a sigh of relief.

It was truly sad that Andrew and I had come to this point.

"Caroline, how about I take you to your prenatal check-up tomorrow?" he asked suddenly before bed.

I glanced at his phone on the coffee table and said lightly, "I doubt you can. Bonnie booked you to check out that new couples' hotel tomorrow."

Andrew's expression darkened, and he snatched up his phone.

With his face twisted in anger, he started typing furiously. Soon enough, a call came in, and Bonnie's voice broke through, laced with tears.

"Honey, I'm sorry! Please don't block me."

Andrew exploded. "I told you before, if you say another inappropriate word and upset my wife, I'm done with you."

He hung up and turned to comfort me.

It turned out Bonnie was just drunk and rambling.

But I wasn't naive. I knew this was all just for show.

I laughed softly. "Andrew, you don't need to do that."

"Let..."

"Let's just get a divorce." The words barely formed on my lips when Bonnie sent another video.

In the clip, she was drenched in rain, looking sultry and mesmerizing, but a few dubious-looking men lurked behind her.

She cried out, "Honey, come! They're following me. Help!"

Andrew's face went pale, and he shouted, "Caroline, I need to step out!"

I smiled. "It's fine. Your priorities are clear. Go save her."

Staring at the lavish spread on the table, I almost thought I was dreaming.

"Caroline, I've taken you for granted. You've been through so much for me—multiple attempts at IVF and the pregnancy sickness. I'm sorry for making you suffer."

He pulled a huge diamond ring from his pocket and handed it to me with a tender look. "In the future, I'll make it up to you, Caroline."

I didn't extend my hand to take it; I felt so lost.

Why was he suddenly so nice?

Could it be that he realized I was about to leave?

That day, he said nothing, just stayed with me for breakfast, took me to the movies, and even to an art exhibition.

I looked at Andrew, feeling like I traveled back in time to when we were dating six years ago.

He used to do the same things with me, promising he'd be by my side forever.

But now, parting ways seemed so much clearer.

"Tonight, I want to try that new restaurant that's always packed. Will you join me?" I asked.

"Sure." Andrew didn't hesitate, grinning as he agreed.

He might have forgotten that today was actually our sixth wedding anniversary. Our last dinner could just mark a clean break.