Nice Watch? Traded My Wife for It. Chapter 2

Two burly team members immediately stepped forward, grabbing my arms, one on each side.

I could only watch, helpless, as Captain Miller directed the other two to carefully clear the obstacles leading to the luxury store.

Meanwhile...

The pregnant woman's groans gradually faded.

Minutes ticked by, and my heart sank deeper into an icy abyss.

I could see the pool of blood beneath the pregnant woman slowly expanding, staining a large patch of dust.

Her hand hung limply, a simple ring on her finger.

About twenty minutes later, a cheer erupted from Captain Miller's side.

A team member emerged from the rubble, clutching a velvet box, and presented it to Captain Miller.

"Captain, we found it! Completely unharmed!"

Captain Miller snatched the box, opening it impatiently.

A exquisitely crafted watch lay inside, its dial glinting blindingly in the sunlight.

He greedily caressed the watch, a look of utter satisfaction on his face.

"Sarah, your anniversary gift... finally in my hands..."

I stared at him, my hatred so intense I wanted to tear him limb from limb.

He, however, carefully tucked the watch into his jacket pocket.

Then, he slowly turned his head, glancing indifferently in the direction of the pregnant woman, and asked with feigned concern:

"How's it looking over there?"

"Alex, go check. See if she's still breathing."

He gestured towards me with his chin, as if talking about a trivial matter.

The two team members released me.

My legs felt like jelly; I practically crawled over.

As I approached the rubble, a heavy smell of blood assaulted my senses.

My hand trembled as I reached for the woman's carotid artery.

The pulse had just stopped.

Two lives lost. Mother and child, both gone.

Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the blood and dust.

Just as I was consumed by immense grief and self-reproach, a familiar phone ringtone broke the silence.

It was Captain Miller's phone.

He impatiently pulled out his phone, glanced at the screen, and his face instantly twisted into that sickeningly sweet smile again.

He cleared his throat, a smile plastered on his face as he answered the call.

"Hey, Sarah? Don't worry, I'll be done here soon. You..."

"Strange, why isn't anyone talking? Hello? Sarah?"

He hadn't even finished his sentence when a voice called out from the rubble behind me.

The sound was faint, but I was close enough to hear it clearly.

I stiffly lowered my head, following the sound.

Next to the pregnant woman's limply hanging hand, a phone with a shattered screen was stubbornly glowing.

On the screen, the caller's name was displayed.

Captain Miller.

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