“Which floor is our unit?”

“Sixteenth floor.”

Hank carried Jessica’s suitcase out of the car, pulled it, and took Jessica inside.

A neighbor bumped into them at the elevator and exchanged greetings with them, then asked, “Mr. Brown, didn’t your wife bring a group of people over to move out this afternoon? Why are you still coming back to live here?”

“She was moving her stuff out.”

The neighbor glanced at Jessica and seemed to understand.

He smiled at Hank and left.

It was no wonder Hank was chased by Liberty with a kitchen knife for five blocks. It turned out that he was cheating on his wife.

The couple should be divorced, right?

Liberty just moved out this afternoon, and Hank came home with a beautiful woman on the same night. He would not be so blatant unless he was already divorced.

“Does he suspect something?”

Jessica was a homewrecker, after all, so she still felt uneasy.

Hank pulled her suitcase with one arm while embracing her shoulders with the other. He swept her i