Chapter 8: Your Bras and Panties Were Stolen!

Sarah's gaze fell on the sofa and table which still looked the same as the one she remembered three years ago before she left the apartment. The location was still the same and nothing had changed at all.

Subconsciously, Sarah smiled wryly as a thought crossed her mind. It seemed that after their divorce, Michael also left this apartment and lived elsewhere. Otherwise, how come the password was still the same and everything inside the apartment still looked the same as it did three years ago?

After she thought about it again, who would stay in the same place after separating?

Well, Sarah would probably do it because she didn't have much money. Though, she would at least change all the furniture, or at least arrange it again to create a new atmosphere, and when she had enough money, she would probably move elsewhere.

However, Michael had a lot of money, so much so that he didn't have to bother selling this apartment again to move into a new place.

"Sarah! It looks like our house was robbed by someone!"

Michael's words snapped Sarah back from her reverie. She looked at Michael with raised eyebrows. Her face clearly confused.

Someone robbed this apartment?

This was one of the most expensive apartments in London, and had a very high level of security. Of course what Michael said made no sense.

However, Sarah still asked what her ex-husband meant.

"Our wedding photos had gone!" said Michael who sounded a little hysterical, before he dashed into another room to check if anything else was stolen by the thief.

Sarah fell silent when she heard this, and she immediately turned to the wall in the living room. After she thought about it one more time, it was true. There should be a large photo frame of her and Michael.

She wore her wedding dress and Michael was in a tux. They were both smiling and looking very happy. Yes, they were both happy once, but that was a long time ago.

"Wait a minute... does that mean Michael is still living here, but he has thrown away our wedding photo?" Sarah thought.

A strange feeling was felt by Sarah when she thought about it. For some reason, she was glad that Michael was still living in this apartment even though he could move elsewhere. What's more, the man did not change the furniture or create a new atmosphere– as Sarah would do.

But on the other hand, she felt sad that Michael had thrown away their wedding photo.

Sarah hastily shook her head.

She was sad?

She must be crazy by now. Why was she sad about that? They were already divorced. Michael had the right to throw their wedding photo from this apartment!

"Sarah! Your clothes are gone too!" said Michael who came back while looking panicked.

When he entered their bedroom to check if anything had been stolen, Michael found that the wardrobe only contained his clothes, while the women's clothes were all gone.

"That thief stole all your clothes! Even your bras and panties are stolen too!" said Michael, giving a report of what he found.

"I really like your sexy red lingerie, but that thief stole it too," he muttered while clenching his fists tightly. His face looked really annoyed now.

"It's unacceptable! I will go to the security of this apartment and see who the thief is! I will catch that pervert and teach him a lesson!" said Michael then immediately walked towards the door to meet the security.

How dare that thief stole the sexy red lingerie–ahem, stole his wife's clothes and their wedding photo!

However, when Michael passed Sarah, the woman suddenly grabbed his wrist and held it tightly.

"Michael, wait a minute!" said Sarah hastily. Her face looked a little panicked right now.

Michael stopped, and looked at Sarah while raising his eyebrows. He waited for his wife's words.

Sarah instantly released her hand that was holding Michael's wrist. She did agree to pretend to be Michael's wife, but she didn't want to touch the bastard, not even holding his wrist!

Anyway, she wouldn't make any physical contact with that bastard!

"My clothes weren't stolen. I brought them with me!" said Sarah, trying to look calm even though her brain was currently thinking hard about what to say.

"You brought it with you? All of them?" Michael asked, repeating Sarah's words. "Why?" he continued in a deep voice.

Did Sarah run away from home?

"No, I didn't run away from home!" said Sarah hastily as if she could tell what Michael was thinking even though it wasn't entirely wrong.

After the divorce, Sarah did take all her clothes, even the ones Michael bought for her. She had no money and it was a shame to leave the clothes. She could earn money by selling them!

"Then?" Michael asked for an explanation.

Sarah's brain was spinning fast at the moment, still looking for an excuse that made sense and wouldn't make Michael suspicious.

"You may not remember it, but I moved into an apartment near my new workplace. This apartment is too far away, and I'm a surgeon now. They sometimes need me for emergencies," said Sarah, starting to give her reasons.

"You… What?! You moved?!" asked Michael in surprise.

"Yes. You don't remember it, but now you're the CEO, taking over from your father. You are too busy working and rarely come home, and I am also busy working and too exhausted to commute this far. So I ask for your permission to move temporarily. It seems I accidentally brought all my clothes," Sarah said calmly. Her excuses sounded quite convincing.

Michael was just silent when he heard that, trying to remember what his wife had said, but no matter how hard he tried to remember, he couldn't remember anything.

"Wait a minute… I'm taking over from my father?!" asked Michael, realizing that Sarah had other information.

Sarah nodded.

"Yeah, I don't know how it happened since you didn't say it. You can ask your father about that," said Sarah, still looking calm.

"So… you don't have to go to the security because no thieves have entered our apartment. And about our wedding photo, maybe it's in the storage room. You said you wanted to change the paint of this apartment for a new atmosphere, and it looks like you took the photo."

Sarah inwardly praised herself for being able to think of an excuse like this in such a short time. Did she turn out to be a genius writer? When she retired, she might be able to try to become a writer, but right now she was too busy with her job.

Sarah then suddenly became nervous when Michael just kept quiet. She just hoped Michael would believe her because right now she couldn't think of any other reason!