Chapter 17.

Ethan is a mature, masculine cop on the outside, but when he comes home, he's a big, clingy wolfdog who won't let go of me. The voice was as aggrieved as it could be, [Wife~ You murder your own husband, but you're really killing him]. ["I'm in pain. I'm in pain. I'm in trouble.] Who would say no to a big pampered wolfhound? I sat on his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck, rubbing my nose sheepishly as I looked at the cut in the corner of my forehead that served as a scar. Wheeling the slate does go pretty hard haha. One can only dote on him and kiss him on the forehead, [Good boy, I was wrong, I shouldn't have hit you]. [Kissing still hurts?] [It hurts here.] Ethan points tunelessly to his mouth. I roll my eyes in apathy. [Wife, I have been victimized in my publicity, I have been falsely accused of being a black force, and I have been told that the officials are protecting each other, I have been wronged,] Ethan began to complain again, [My wife still disowns me, I am su