Chapter 1
[Love's POV]
I listened to Biw's shrill voice from inside the phone, she was talking nonstop, very urgent but the content only revolved around one thing - my wife, Milk.
It seemed that the temperature from the air conditioner was a bit low, I felt the coldness had surrounded me like a dead thorn bush, persistent and annoying to the point of irritation. I picked up the air conditioner remote on the table, pretending not to see the number 23 on it and continued to increase it.
Biw was still talking a lot, I had a slight headache and wanted to end this call, but Biw definitely wouldn't let that happen, I understood this best friend in the world.
If anyone knew the content of what we were talking about, they would definitely be so surprised that they would jump to Mars. I'm just kidding, it's just an exaggeration, but that doesn't mean this isn't surprising.
Biw is an excellent and dedicated police officer, but I never thought that one day I would ask her for something. Of course, who wants the police to interfere in their lives, me too, but unfortunately my life does not allow me to live in peace.
"Love, I know I've told you so many hypotheses that I'm bored, but today is probably the last time, my investigation session has ended, which means the final result has appeared. Love, do you really want to hear it?"
I don't think it's an illusion, it seems that Biw's voice has dropped when asking me that, and they are like a knife pressed against the artery of my fate.
"If I say no, will it have any effect?"
"Unfortunately, no, Love."
"Then tell me, the result."
The silence on the other end of the line made me feel cold, this feeling definitely did not come from the temperature of the environment.
"Then you have to calm down..."
After that, my ears were filled with Biw's voice, but it wasn't urgent, not chaotic, not messy, she spoke slowly, but I could hear a slight tremor in it, Biw must have thought she was hiding it very well, but my sensitive ears betrayed her.
"After this call ends, I will send you all the evidence I find...Love, are you okay?"
I wanted to say that I was fine, but my damn throat betrayed me, something stuck in my throat made me speechless, completely unable to utter a word.
The nerves in my brain were now as taut as a guitar string, making me fear that they could snap at any moment and take away this little life, my thoughts began to stagnate and tended to freeze more and more.
I didn't say anything to Biw, hung up the phone with my hand, and she didn't call back either.
The phone vibrated, messages from Biw came like a storm, my fingers trembled unconsciously touching the only video file among the images. The images in the video were so familiar that I wanted to turn them off immediately, but my deadly curiosity didn't let me do that.
The video had no sound, but the loudest sound right now was from the storm inside me. Now I was starting to regret that hateful feeling of curiosity, if not for it, I could at least hold back the wet tears on my cheeks right now.
My eyes were stinging, tears kept falling and I had no way to stop them.
The doubts that had long been rooted in my heart, it was they who brought me to her side and led to results that I could never have imagined. It was my fault for letting my guard down too much, allowing the vibrations to happen and causing both of us to fall into this painful situation.
A part of my anger still existed clearly, the video was like a trigger that brought them back to me, no matter how hard I tried, I still couldn't suppress the growing frustration inside me.
Regret, anger, resentment, hatred, despair were running rampant inside my heart, making it hurt like it was being torn into a hundred pieces.
My heart was too small to contain all these emotions, and the hatred was growing to the point of covering up the love that existed in a very small corner and all the remaining feelings. My thoughts started working again, but ironically, they were only imagining the most painful scenarios.
I felt completely unable to control these chaotic emotions anymore, and they had taken over my entire heart and mind.
My tears stopped falling, luckily Milk hadn't returned yet, I couldn't explain these red and puffy eyes to her.
There was something shiny on the table, and I couldn't help but be attracted to it, this thing was surprisingly suitable to be in my sleeve, making me unable to help but hide it under my dark sweater.
Time passed, when I was sure my face was in the best condition, it was also the time Milk returned. Hearing the beeping sound of the electronic lock, I reached for the TV remote, randomly turned on a movie and pretended to laugh happily, trying to make everything look as natural as possible.
I ran to Milk who was changing her shoes at the door, threw myself into her arms in a familiar way, the warmth from Milk's body made me shiver, I didn't realize that they had become so familiar to me, a feeling welled up again, and I tried to suppress it as I hid my face in Milk's shoulder.
"Welcome back, my love."
Milk kissed me on the lips affectionately, and I couldn't help but respond, we both entangled with each other for a while before separating.
"Wife, have you had dinner yet?"
"No, I'll wait for you to come home and eat together."
Milk looked at me warmly, that gaze suddenly made me feel scared, but I didn't know what I was afraid of.
"Again, I told you not to be hungry, if I come home late today, are you planning to starve?"
Her voice was so warm, I started to lose the ability to distinguish between what was real and what was fake around her.
"But I can't eat without Milk." I pouted skillfully, even I myself didn't expect that I could pretend so well.
"Then let's eat."
Our dinner was filled with laughter as usual, and I couldn't understand what I was feeling at the moment.
Milk's face was twisted with laughter at the unfunny joke she had just told herself, and I laughed along with her, we looked so happy. But the coldness in her sleeve cleverly reminded me of everything, and I understood that.
After the meal, I waited for Milk to take a shower, then invited her to join us in a small dance, something we sometimes did to solve our happiness.
The music was melodious but I couldn't hear a single note, my body moved mechanically until the music ended. The perceptive Milk immediately realized the problem, and she rubbed my cheeks worriedly.
"Love, you look strange, is something wrong?"
I shook my head: "It's nothing big Milk, there's just 'a little' something inside you." I emphasized the word a little meaningfully.
"A little?"
I nodded, moved a little closer to Milk, and started to wrap my arms around her waist to hug her. Milk didn't notice the abnormality when I only hugged her with one arm, while the other was strangely loose.
"Don't try to solve anything by yourself, don't think too much. If you feel like you can't do anything, tell me, I'll protect you."
My hands trembled, and I tightened my grip on Milk's shirt, she couldn't see this small chaos, and continued to whisper affectionate words of advice to me.
"Really? Will you do anything for me?"
Milk nodded, her eyes were very determined: "Of course, even if I give up my life for you, I'm willing."
How wonderful, if it could be like this forever, it would probably be very happy.
I smiled at Milk, a very sincere smile, but my hand did the opposite, the thing hidden in the sleeve was exposed, and in less than a second, I stabbed it straight into Milk's midsection.
Surprise, then pain appeared in Milk's eyes, and they began to grip my mind.
"Love?" Her voice was full of despair.
"Your parents...did you kill them?"
My question made Milk speechless, her eyes dull. Then, she looked at me calmly, the gentleness was still there, it didn't disappear like I imagined, and this had accurately stabbed my heart.
Milk shouldn't have looked at me like that, it should have been angry and hateful, that would have helped me not feel so uncomfortable like this.
"So...you knew..."
So weak, I had never seen Milk in such a state. I should have felt happy, but what was that flowing from my eyes?
Milk smiled again, a smile so dazzling it was hard to look at, she placed her hand on my hand that was still on the hilt of the knife, slowly pulling it out. I couldn't believe what Milk was doing, her actions caused blood to dye a patch of her shirt pink, and drip onto the floor.
"Stabbed like that isn't enough to kill me, you have to do it like this." Milk was so weak that she was whispering, but still tried to finish her sentence.
She squeezed my hand, as if not allowing me to let go of the knife, moving to the position between her chest, resolutely stabbing, the blood pouring from the stab site and also from Milk's throat told me that I had stabbed very accurately, or rather, Milk had stabbed very accurately.
Milk collapsed, and I also knelt down on the ground, inside me now was an empty desert.
She removed my hand from the knife handle, carefully wiped it, then took the knife herself and pulled it out. Her blood flowed out like a stream, I could smell the fishy smell in the air.
She used her bloodless hand to wipe away my tears, her eyes still very gentle.
"Okay, calm down, I'm sorry."
With each word she said, another stream of blood flowed out of her mouth, and I couldn't stop my heart from aching at the sight.
"Listen to me, leave here, use my spare car to go to the western villa, no one will find you."
I started to sob, but Milk didn't have enough strength to wipe my tears anymore, she leaned her head on my shoulder, her breathing gradually weakened.
"The whole truth...is there."
"Why? Why did we end up in this situation."
"I don't know, but I truly love you."
"Milk, I love you, but I also love my parents."
"It's okay, I understand, Love, don't worry."
Milk's kindness was like a death sentence from the court of conscience for me. The moment I realized how deep hatred could overwhelm was also the moment when things could no longer be saved.
I could feel Milk's body getting colder, and her life was fading in my arms.
"I wish... I could stay by your side a little longer, so that my life in this life would... be a little happier."
Milk spoke intermittently, with great difficulty but still stubbornly continued to speak.
"Don't be too hard on yourself, what you did was right... I'm sorry."
In the end, I couldn't help but hug Milk, the coldness from her body sent shivers down my spine.
"In the future...without me...I hope you'll be happier..."
But Milk didn't have time to finish her sentence, she coughed up a large mouthful of blood, soaking my shoulder, and then there was no more sound from her. And from then on, I knew something inside me had died.
I let out a scream that contained all the anger, hatred, and despair. I knew regret was unworthy of me at this moment, but I couldn't stop it, and it began to torment me in the most painful way.
But ending without regret is the law of nature, no matter what status can not change.