Several days had passed when Fiona Nicholas visited the police station.
Separated by a transparent glass, the two could only communicate through the provided phone.
Dylan Wright held the phone, his handsome face now tinged with a trace of haggardness, lacking the vigor he once had when he used to strategize with ambition.
He stared at her through the glass.
They looked at each other for a long time.
He was the first to speak and break the silence, "Wife, I have always known that the undercover was you."
Fiona wore a gentle expression, "Why didn't you expose me or get rid of me, which would have been the most advantageous course for you?"
Dylan continued to gaze at her with affectionate eyes, his pupils filled with deep love.
"Because I couldn't bear to."
He couldn't bear to investigate, fearing that his illusions would be shattered, fearing that the warm life they had always known would be destroyed.
