CHAPTER 81: GUTLESS

MICHAEL

My head feels like it's splitting in two. I can't focus on my job. Lack of sleep due to thinking about Natasha.

Last night was a huge mess.

I hated myself for acting like a motherfucking kid having tantrums. I hated myself for acting out.

She fucking cried, and I didn't comfort her when I had to.

As a husband, I should keep my wife thinking and feeling that she's safe in my arms, not the ither way around.

I fucking ignored her, and it aches my head worse than a fucked up hangover.

I didn't want to argue with her. Actually, we didn't. We're just... not talking to each other, or rather, I'm not talking to her.

She made several attempts to approach me, but I couldn't bring myself to speak without showing how disappointed I am.

She's fucking receiving death threats and hasn't had the guts to inform me, her husband. Or was she lying when she said she trusts me?

"Detective Han," I greeted over the phone. "Any updates for me?"

"Yes," he replied, shuffling through papers. "I'll send y