My Ears Remembered

I had worked for the police department for 5 years, but because my exceptionally sharp hearing had to be kept secret, my husband had always believed I worked in customer service.

On our second wedding anniversary, however, I found the husband who had claimed he was leaving on a business trip in a bank's VIP lounge.

He was helping his ex-girlfriend, Chloe Bennett, who had just returned from abroad, transfer 2.8 million dollars into an unfamiliar account.

When he saw me, his fingers paused, and he instinctively stepped in front of Chloe.

"Mia Clarke, it's just an anniversary. I'm helping a friend with something. Did you really have to follow me all the way here?

"Go on, then. What do you want this time? A purse? A necklace? Or wasn't the spending money I sent you last month enough?"

The teller and the other customers glanced in my direction. I immediately suppressed the urge to tell him I was pregnant and merely clenched my hands. "I didn't follow you."

"Ryan, thank you for coming all this way for me, but Mia is more important. You should spend your anniversary with her.

"And be gentler with her. Apologize."

"Fine. I'm sorry," Ryan said stiffly.

I froze.

At work, Ryan's word was law, and at home, he never backed down. Since when had he ever done exactly what someone else told him?

Chloe patted Ryan's arm, took back her bank card, and gave me a nod before turning to have the teller confirm the transfer.

The teller picked up the transfer form and performed the routine verification. "Ms. Bennett, can you confirm that 'Derek Morris' is the name on the recipient's account?"

"Yes. Derek Morris." Chloe nodded.

The moment I heard that name, a jolt shot through my entire body.

I reached out and pressed my hand over the keypad on the counter.

"I'm sorry, but this transfer can't go through. There's a problem with the recipient's account."