Chapter 3

After all, collecting evidence for a business fraud case took time. As long as he paid enough bail, he could stay out of jail for now.

But what he didn't expect was to come home and find the front door tightly shut, the locks clearly changed.

I stood on the second-floor balcony, watching him rage downstairs.

"Savannah, you bitch! Open the door!" he shouted.

He pounded on the door furiously, not caring at all about his dignity.

Winnie followed behind him, looking haggard. She must've had a rough time at the station.

But she was still acting all fragile, holding…