My Police Husband

In the interrogation room, a model-faced policeman typed on the keyboard and asked me coldly, "Name?"

I tried to stay calm despite my dizzy head.

"Ella Jones."

"Age?"

"24."

"Address?"

"Building B, 302 Alewell Garden, Danitzer District."

His long fingers paused on the keyboard as he looked up at me. "When did your address change?"

"The day I got divorced."

"When did you get divorced?"

I couldn't keep up the act anymore. I crossed the interrogation table and held his handsome, chiseled face. "Levi, you don't know when we got divorced?"