"Mom, don't worry about it. Vincent should have thought this day would come sooner or later if he dared to give me these dolls!"

When everyone understood the reason, the way they looked at me changed, and they all accused me of being too dramatic.

"Just because of a claw machine? Because of these dolls?"

I nodded.

I know it's really outrageous to get a divorce over a claw machine.

But they don’t know that these dolls are not ordinary dolls at all!

Margaret tore up the indictment, pointed at my nose and cursed:

"You're such a jerk! My son holds you in his arms like a treasure, how dare you treat him like this? What right do you have to file for a divorce? Do you deserve it?"

"Eleanor, after ten years with no child, you should be grateful Vincent hasn't replaced you!"

Vincent stood by and watched me being beaten and scolded, his expression gradually changing from anger to helplessness.

There was even a hint of indulgent wry smile, as if he was looking at a unreasonable child.

He sighed and took a tissue to clean my nosebleed:

"Honey, have you been under too much pressure lately because of preparing for pregnancy? It's all my fault. I shouldn't have gotten you an eyesore with a lifelike doll..."

I took a step back to avoid his hand:

"Don't touch me. If you really feel sorry for me, just sign the postnup with zero settlement and then turn yourself in!"

Vincent's face froze slightly, but soon returned to its gentle and helpless expression:

"Wife, what are you talking about? Just because you don't like the gift I gave you that much, do I feel guilty?"

"I'm not kidding. You still have a chance to turn yourself in before the police arrive."

Everyone's eyes widened, looking at me as if I were a psychopath:

"Police? You called the police just because of a claw machine?"

My father couldn't believe it. He was so embarrassed that he slapped the other half of my face without hesitation.

"Nonsense! If you ask me, it's because Vincent loves you too much that he's spoiled you into this ignorant and insolent person!"

"Your mother has been married to me for decades, and I've never even accepted a single rose from her, nor have I ever seen her make a scene! And yet you actually dared to let Vincent sign the postnup with zero settlement? Where do you get the nerve to do that?"

With someone's support, Vincent's expression finally changed.

He stared at me intently, the smile on his lips disappearing little by little:

"Eleanor, are you sure you want to make such a scene?"

I didn't answer, but held the scissors tightly and continued to take the doll apart.

The police arrived faster than I expected.

"Who called the police?"

Everyone looked at me with dissatisfaction.

The leading policeman looked around and his eyes fell on me.

Vincent spoke first:

"Comrade police officer, it's me! Sorry to bother you. I called the police impulsively because I thought my house was burglarized. Now I've figured out it was all a misunderstanding. I'm sorry you came here for nothing!"

Sure enough, Vincent did not surrender himself.

I no longer had any illusions about him and stepped forward to stop the police:

"I've called the police too! These dolls have a hidden meaning. They'll stare at you no matter how you arrange them!"

Vincent sighed and explained to the police helplessly:

"My wife is under so much pressure to get pregnant that it's inevitable that we'll have some arguments..."

He picked up another doll from the ground and smiled at me warmly:

"Wife, this is the mystery you mentioned."

He turned the doll's head, and the glass eyes indeed flickered as the angle changed.

"This is a patent I designed specifically for you. It just hasn't been released yet. Look, the doll's eyes can automatically lock onto your position and then rotate 360 degrees."

He looked at me affectionately and continued gently:

"My original intention for designing this is that when I'm not at home, they will be with you all the time, just like me."

Everyone sighed in sudden enlightenment.

"After all this, it's Vincent who's crazy about love, but some people are blind to his feelings and are making a big deal out of it, calling for a divorce!"

The police looked at the patent application documents that Vincent had produced, and their expressions softened.

"Ms. Vincent, this is indeed a patented doll your husband designed for you. It's very unique! Look, he even named the patent Vincent & Eleanor, which shows how much he loves you!"

"That's not true!"

My voice trembled with anxiety:

"They are definitely not as simple as Vincent said!"

I grabbed a doll and handed it to the police, then showed them the video my bestie sent me:

"Check them out! These dolls are definitely not normal! They might have some high-tech stuff..."

The leading police officer immediately became serious.

He took the doll and exchanged glances with his colleagues.

The technicians arrived quickly, took out professional equipment and began to inspect carefully.

I watched their movements closely, my heart beating so fast that it almost burst out of my chest.

Vincent stood aside, his expression terrifyingly calm.

I suddenly had a bad feeling.

Half an hour later, after the police had checked all the dolls, they solemnly told me:

"We checked all the dolls and found nothing unusual, including your bedroom. We checked there too and there was nothing wrong."

"impossible!"

I took out the video again and shouted:

"The perspective is these dolls! There's no mistake! Please take a closer look!"

Considering my privacy, the police called Vincent to the bedroom for questioning.

"Mr. Foster, how do you explain this video?"

Vincent came over and took a closer look at the video on my phone. Suddenly, his face turned as red as a boiled shrimp.

"Wife, when did you take this intimate video of us?"

"Did you smash the claw machine in anger because I let myself go yesterday?"

I didn't expect that he would turn the tables.

"This was obviously taken by you! Are you too bold to admit it?"

He took out a camera and explained to the police in a low voice:

"Comrade police officer, I never thought my wife would actually secretly film this. I won't go into detail about the fun we have as husband and wife."

The way his face was red all the way to his neck, coupled with the fact that he took out our old chat records, made the police believe it a little.

I turned pale instantly.

A year ago, after our daughter died in the womb when we were seven months pregnant, Vincent suggested that we continue to record our lives as a memorial.

And I agreed decisively.

But the recording of life at that time was a pure record in an open and aboveboard manner.

It was just because I was weak after the miscarriage, so most of the photos he showed to the police were of me lying in bed.

Could it be that, a year ago, he had already...

Just then, my bestie sent me another link.

I opened the camera and saw that the photos had been turned into obscene animated GIFs by AI and posted online for people to enjoy. I was so angry.

I was about to save the photos as evidence when the website went blank.

I didn’t dare to think about the consequences of my photos and videos being circulated outside, so I hurriedly told the police that my photos and videos had been circulated wildly on the dark web abroad.

The police immediately checked the external website I mentioned, but found that the website could not be opened at all.

I couldn't help but be stunned. Just now I was able to click on it and see all kinds of indecent photos and videos of women. How come it suddenly became a blank webpage and now I can't open it again?

Now, no matter how I deny that I didn’t take the photos secretly, it’s useless.

Margaret was the first to speak, her voice shrill and piercing:

"Eleanor, the police have investigated everything, are you still going to make a fuss?"

"I think you're worried that it's Vincent's birthday today and we're pushing for the birth, so you're deliberately causing this to make yourself look bad. You're so shameless that you actually took that kind of video!"

Facing Margaret's criticism, my father, who had remained silent all this time, turned pale and pointed at me and scolded:

"How could I have given birth to such a disgraceful thing like you! I should have strangled you to death!"

From the moment I decided to break up, I expected to be scolded.

The only thing I never thought was that the person scolding me would be my father.

He is always like this, face is more important than anything else.

As for how his daughter, I, was doing and whether I was happy or not, it was never within his consideration.

My mother wanted to say something on my behalf, but in the end, with red eyes, she just pulled my arm and begged:

"Eleanor, please, please stop making trouble. Vincent is so good to you, what are you crazy about? Isn't it better to live a good life?"

Just because I didn't give birth to a child for the Foster family, my mother often told me to be more tolerant in everything.

But I can't stand this kind of thing!

Everyone thought I was shameless enough to film the video and use it to cause trouble.

Vincent looked tired and helpless. He gently held my hand and said affectionately:

"Wife, this is all my fault. If I had protected you and our daughter back then, you wouldn't have made such a mistake because of the child. This is all my fault..."

Talking about the past, I felt for the first time that my daughter might have chosen to leave this world because she knew that Vincent was not worthy of being her father.

I didn't want to watch Vincent act, so I pulled my hand away:

"No matter how you argue, I want a divorce!"

I just don't believe it. I can't find evidence to prove that he did something dirty!

Under the helpless gaze of the police, I went crazy and tried to take each doll apart completely.

But my mother took away my scissors, put an apron on me, and pushed me into the kitchen:

"Eleanor, if you keep making such a fuss, you'll be stuck. Without Vincent, where will you find another man who loves you so wholeheartedly?"

She leaned close to my ear and whispered:

"Hurry up and cook a nice meal for Vincent's birthday. Stop acting like a princess! Don't you think about it? You've been together for ten years, and Vincent is still so passionate about sex. If that's not love, what else can he do? He doesn't even blame you for filming that video. What else do you want?"

Even my own mother refused to believe me, and everyone advised me to quit while I was ahead.

After the police finished taking the statement, they were ready to leave.

Just then, a familiar voice suddenly came from the door.

"Eleanor！"

I turned around with surprise on my face.

My best friend, Scarlett Young, who was supposed to be abroad, was standing at the door!

With her testifying for me, I can definitely prove everything!

I couldn't wait to step forward:

"Scarlett, you're back just in time..."

But she advised me with red eyes:

"Eleanor, you haven't given up on revenge! I knew you'd use this as an excuse to make things difficult for Vincent at his birthday party! But the child is gone. Vincent is more heartbroken than you are about losing his daughter. Why are you still holding on to it?"

I looked at Scarlett in confusion:

"What do you mean by that?"

Scarlett didn't answer my question, but looked at Vincent with a sob.

"Vincent, can you please forgive Eleanor? She really just can't get over that hurdle, so she wants to make you unhappy too..."

For a moment, my blood almost froze.