Married to a Cop: Our Life Felt Like We Were Long-Distance Online Friends Chapter 1

Our texts read like a chatbot conversation:

[Gotta make an arrest today. Won't be home. Lock the doors.]

[Suspect got away. Still pursuing. Won't be home. Lock the doors.]

[Making an arrest. Lock the doors.]

* * *

Finally, unable to bear the loneliness any longer, I hit up my best friend to go out and have some fun.

I took the initiative to text him:

[Are you making arrests today too?]

Server's #1 Assassin: [Yes]

Awesome. If he's catching bad guys, he can't catch me cheating.

The next second, while I was happily watching a male dancer grind his hips, the door burst open:

"Vice squad! Hands where I can see them!"

My vision went black.

Turns out, the person he was arresting today was me...

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Day 32 of being newlyweds.

My best friend sent me ten thirst-trap videos.

I stared at the rows of abs on my phone, swallowing hard.

"How do these bodies compare to your Officer Cole?"

I stared at the ceiling in a standoff:

"I've never seen him without his clothes on..."

She was shocked: "No way? If you don't jump his bones soon, his gun's gonna rust."

I wanted to! After all, I was pretty thirsty for him too.

Cole Anderson and I met through a blind date setup.

The first time I saw him, I shamefully fell hard.

A broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, long-legged physique wrapped in a police uniform, plus a face that screamed "alpha male." He was handsome, wild, and basically walking testosterone.

"Miss Miller, I hope you don't mind that police work is demanding?"

"Not at all, not at all!"

I swallowed hard and shook my head frantically back then.

So what if he's busy? I love a man with ambition.

It was only later I realized that when he got busy, I'd turn into a stone statue waiting for her husband's return.

On our first day as newlyweds, before our lips could even touch, he got a call and shot out of bed:

"Emergency. Gotta go make an arrest."

I waited up for him all night, going crazy.

The next day, my period arrived before he did.

Cole was either making an arrest or on his way to make one every day.

Usually, by the time I went to sleep, he'd get back.

By the time I woke up, he was gone.

I get grumpy when I wake up, so to avoid disturbing me, he'd sleep in the guest room when he got home.

One month into our marriage, we were like long-distance internet friends who barely knew each other.

But the speed at which he replied to messages was like waiting for reincarnation.

Our chats were like talking to a bot.

(Monday)

Barely Alive: [Coming home today?]

Server's #1 Assassin: [Gotta make an arrest tonight. Won't be home. Lock the doors.]

Barely Alive: [Amazon Locker: Pickup code 5210]

Server's #1 Assassin: [I'll grab it on my way back.]

(Tuesday)

Barely Alive: [Did you catch the guy?]

Server's #1 Assassin: [He ran. Still pursuing. Won't be home. Lock the doors.]

Barely Alive: [Amazon Locker: Pickup code 5456]

Server's #1 Assassin: [1] (Got it)

(Wednesday)

Barely Alive: [Coming back?]

Server's #1 Assassin: [Making an arrest. Lock the doors.]

Barely Alive: [Amazon Locker: Pickup code 5678]

Server's #1 Assassin: [1]

Server's #1 Assassin transferred $10,000 to you. Memo: Paycheck

(Thursday)

Barely Alive: [?]

Server's #1 Assassin: [1]

Barely Alive: [Amazon Locker: Pickup code 6785]

Server's #1 Assassin: [1]

I really...

Even Batman couldn't make this many arrests.

I felt like I had married a heartless package-retrieval machine.