When There Is Nothing Left But Love
Chapter 881

Chapter 881 He Is Not My Husband

At the police station, I was interrogated by a group of people, to which I cooperated by answering all their questions. However, I grew confused when I saw their unusual expressions. Finally, I couldn't help from asking, “Did something happen?"

One of the officers looked at me and pressed, "Are you sure the person with you was your husband, that he was only injured and taken away by the assailants, and that there were no other people with you?"

I nodded and confirmed earnestly, "Yes, I'm sure. Our car was... I don't know why the tires were flat, so we couldn't brake and almost died. After the car crashed, my husband told me to run. He was taken away by a few men in black. They brought their own cars too. You can check the surveillance footage!"

The officer shrugged. "Sorry, ma'am. All the surveillance cameras there are down, so we can only record your statement."

I was stunned and couldn't speak for a good few seconds. So, is this really a conspiracy planned in advance?

It's Abe. It must be him!

Noticing the hint of dread on my face, the officer spoke again. "Ma'am, don't be too worried. We just want to confirm some facts with you because we found a male corpse near the crime scene."

A male corpse?

My whole body tensed with trepidation. "How's that possible? Whose is it?" There was a slight tremor in my voice, and I had unconsciously clenched my fists on my lap. As my nails dug into my palm, I hoped that the pain could alleviate some of my fear.

The officer was probably worried when he saw the color draining from my face. Inhaling slightly, he reassured, "Don't worry. If your husband was abducted like what you said, then this corpse probably isn't his. We snapped a few shots of the corpse. You can come with us to have a look."

I nodded calmly, but my heart had leaped into my throat, and my hands were trembling.

The officer glanced at me and said, "Let's go."

It was merely a short distance from the interrogation room to the other room, but the journey felt like it lasted a lifetime to me.

There were several police officers in the other room. Upon seeing us enter, they cast questioning gazes at the officer who led me here.

Sensing their confusion, he explained, "I brought her here to identify whether or not the body found near the crime scene belongs to her husband."

They nodded in understanding and opened up a path for me.

My heart alternated between plummeting to the bottom of my stomach and leaping into my throat. This unending torture almost brought me to my knees. Because the body had already been sent to the forensics department for an autopsy, there were only photos of the crime scene in here.

I walked over gingerly, feeling a prickling sensation in my palms, probably because my nails had drawn blood. Suppressing the aching pain in my heart, I raised my gaze to the photos. But when I summoned the courage to look at them, I was immediately stunned and looked back at the officer with a doubtful expression.

It took him a moment to grasp my meaning, and he explained, "When we found the body, it had already been corroded by sulfuric acid, so we couldn't identify it. Just take a look at the clothes and other accessories on his body. At the very least, you'll be able to recognize them if they belong to your husband."

I turned back to the photos and studied the corpse that had been destroyed beyond recognition. The man was dressed in a black suit, with a height and frame that seemed to be very similar to Ashton's, but I didn't believe that this was Ashton, not even for a second.

Ashton is such a powerful and outstanding man. How could he have left just like that?

I sucked in a sharp breath and denied, "He's not my husband!"

The police officer frowned slightly and questioned, "Do none of the things on the body belong to your husband?"

Staring at the watch on the corpse - one I was so familiar with - I choked back the pain in my heart and rasped out, "Even if they do belong to him, he isn't my husband. My husband couldn't have died just like that."

"Ma'am, we understand how you feel, but we need your full cooperation so that we can replace out the truth as soon as possible. If he isn't your husband, we will try to replace him as fast as we can according to the information you provided us. But if he is your husband, then I'm sure, just like us, you'd want to lay him to rest in the most presentable way possible."

The officer's words were like a knife stabbing into my chest. Looking at the body in the photos, I shook my head resolutely. "No, he isn't my husband. Even though he's wearing my husband's watch and bears a strong resemblance to him, I can say with a hundred percent certainty that he isn't him. How can I not recognize my own husband?"

The officers exchanged glances before one of them looked at me and asked, "Then do you know who this is?" He motioned at the body.

I shook my head and said, "Whoever's behind this deliberately used a man who looks similar to my husband to throw us off. There must be another purpose."

The officer nodded. This case seemed a bit complicated, so no one knew how to proceed just yet. After they recorded my statement, I left the station with Boris to look for Holden.

Upon noticing that the car wasn't heading toward the Taylor residence, I was taken aback and looked in Boris' direction. "Boris, aren't we going to the Taylor residence?"