Chapter 1986


    Rosalynn’s hand hovered in midair, frozen.


    Wayne’s reaction was instinctively extreme.


    Realizing he had overreacted, Wayne stepped back. “Honey, I’m fine. If anything was wrong, I’d tell


    you.” He cautiously approached Rosalynn again.


    “I want to see your wound, Rosalynh insisted.


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    Wayne was the kind of man who, if he stubbed his toe, would make a melodramatic scene in front of


    her.


    His wrist had been cut.


    He should’ve been the first to rush to her, shouting so she could shower him with sympathy.


    But since his injury, even when she asked about it, he’d never let her see it.


    If it was a minor issue, Wayne wouldn’t have hidden it from her.


    Wayne remained silent. An unspoken stand-off ensued between them.


    Finally, Wayne lowered his gaze, “I didn’t want you to worry unnecessarily.”


    “But hiding it from me is what’s causing me to worry!” Rosalynn said sternly. “I’ll ask onest time,


    Wayne. Let me see your wound.”


    Sighing in resignation, Wayne rolled up his sleeve, revealing his bandaged wrist to Rosalynn.


    She didn’t hesitate to tear off the bandage immediately.


    Seeing the somewhat inmed, almost healed wound, she gasped in surprise.


    Wayne stood there, like a child caught doing something wrong. He desperately wanted to retract his


    hand, to hide the ugly scar from Rosalynn. But he dared not move, fearing her anger.


    “How dare you im this is from a razor? It’s too deep. Did you… did you…” Rosalynn trailed off,


    frightened by her own thoughts. She stared at Wayne, her eyes filled with terror.


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    Tears welled up and rolled down her cheeks, and Wayne waspletely thrown off.


    “Honey, I didn’t do it on purpose,” he quickly exined. “Do you remember the day I lost my walking


    cane? After sorting out some business, I was on my way home for dinner, when that kid from today


    called. He’d run away from home and spent a night in the park. I was worried, so I went to check on


    him.”


    Pointing at his wound, Wayne continued, “The kid led me through a small gate, where thorny vines


    were abundant. I identally snagged my wound on one. It’s not just my wrist; I got a few scratches


    elsewhere too. didn’t want you to worry, so I went to the apartment to treat the wound, changed my


    clothes, and came home. But I left my cane in the park, and by the time Ableson went to look for it the


    next day, it was gone.”


    “You think I’m easy to fool, don’t you? A razor conveniently falls and cuts your wrist, and a thorn just so


    happens to reopen the wound?” Rosalynn sobbed. “Wayne, don’t lie to me. I’m scared.”


    Wayne was in a panic.


    “Look at the mess you’ve made. She’s found out about your secrets.”


    His own voice suddenly echoed behind him.


    Wayne’s body stiffened.


    Ignoring the voice, he continued tofort Rosalynn. “I promise, I’ll take you to the park to see what


    happened tomorrow. Or remember that renowned psychiatrist you metst time? We could see him. He


    can assess whether I’m okay.”


    “Fool, what are you thinking? Do you know anything about that psychiatrist? What if he’s out to get us?


    Are you so desperate to please this woman that you’ve lost all sense?”


    The man who looked exactly like Wayne, dressed in the same crisp ck suit, his hair meticulously


    groomed, continued his tirade.