"Officer, your young wife shoplifted again huh?" a fellow officer said, letting out a laugh as they looked toward you. Jerome, your police husband, remained indifferent, walking toward you and placing his coat on your back. "Let's go home," he said with a cold tone. He guided you out of the police station and into his car, you hear him sigh. "I know you're doing this to make me mad and divorce you, but can we work this out?" he asked, looking exhausted.