Chapter 4

"Luke?"

In the darkness, Sarah tiptoed back into the room, calling out to me tentatively.

I didn't respond, my breathing even.

Sarah sighed in relief.

She then turned and left.

For the past few days, since the divorce discussions started, Sarah and I had been sleeping in separate rooms.

After she had the baby, most of her time was spent caring for him, but evenings were an exception.

The doctor said she had postpartum depression and needed plenty of rest.

So we hired a confinement nurse and two nannies.

As soon as the lights went out, she would retreat into the closet, curling up inside to get a good night's sleep.

That night, I had just closed my eyes.

I heard three rhythmic knocks in the dark.

It felt like a trick of the mind.

But I knew it wasn't.

After waiting three minutes, I sat up.

And called the police.

"Hello, is this 911?!"

"My wife has been murdered!"

"Yes, the address is…"

After hanging up, I called friends and family, one by one, telling them to come over immediately.

Mr. and Mrs. Henderson and Mark rushed over first.

Hearing that something had happened to Sarah, their eyes were red with anxiety, looking like they wanted to tear me limb from limb.

"Luke, where is my sister? Where have you hidden her?"

Mrs. Henderson was frantic, running around, her coat half on, searching the house with red eyes.

"You bastard!"

"Where's my daughter? Where did Sarah go? She's barely left the house since having the baby, how could she suddenly disappear in the middle of the night?"

Mr. Henderson also glared at me, his face grim.

"Luke! If anything happens to my daughter, I swear you'll pay with your life!"

I alone remained silent, expressionless.

"Don't worry yet."

Everyone was confused, frantically wondering what I was playing at.

Someone even tried to call Sarah.

But her phone rang on the bedside table.

Sarah was gone.

But her phone remained.

I glanced down at my watch.

"Not everyone's here yet."

Finally, the friends and family I had notified started arriving, one by one.

Although they didn't want to be bothered in the middle of the night.

As soon as they heard there was drama, each one was more excited than the last.

When they heard my wife had disappeared.

They immediately started whispering and speculating.

Some said I was crying wolf.

Others even accused me of murdering my wife for insurance.

They said I'd just been pushing for divorce a few days ago, and now Sarah was gone. I must have kidnapped and hidden her.

Seeing the atmosphere sufficiently built up, I sneered:

"Sarah isn't dead, and she hasn't disappeared."

"The reason I said that was to make sure every single one of you came."

I stood up from my wheelchair, slowly speaking:

"As for where Sarah actually went, next, I'll let you all see the truth with your own eyes—"

With that, I pressed the remote control and opened the closet door.