My Forensic Wife Killed Our Daughter for Her Lover

Chapter 3

Greta was tensed and let go of me.

"Ryan, maybe you're just too stressed. Perhaps you should take some time off to rest at home," she suggested, trying to change the subject.

She then turned around to get me a cup of water and a pill. "Take this and try to get some sleep."

I met her concerned eyes and asked, "Greta, can love be faked?"

Under the light, her gaze darted nervously. "What do you mean?" she replied, her voice rough and laced with guilt.

"Nothing," I said.

I wanted to uncover the truth but didn't want to alarm her. The torment of the night left me wide awake.

After Greta returned to bed, I could hear her gentle breathing and sense her careful movements. I knew she wasn't sleeping either.

Back to back, lost in our own thoughts, neither of us found any rest that night.