"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.

Everyone looked at me in shock, asking how I could be so cruel!

"You couldn't keep the baby yourself, so how can you blame Vincent? Shouldn't you reflect on why you can't lay eggs yourself?"

Vincent looked at me with bloodshot eyes and hurt expression:

"Eleanor, is everything Scarlett said true? Are you going to get revenge on me for your daughter's death?"

I instinctively shook my head in denial.

But no one believed me.

The policeman also shook his head and advised me to look forward and cherish what I have now.

My mind was completely confused and I had so many doubts in my heart.

Didn’t Scarlett suddenly return to China to support me?

Why did she fabricate facts to frame me?

She clearly knows the truth!

She was the one who sent me that video!

She sent me the link too!

I looked at her in disbelief and asked in a lost voice:

"Scarlett, do you know what you're saying? Why are you slandering me?"

Scarlett held my hand tightly, her nails roaming across my palm.

"Eleanor, I shouldn't have told this secret, but you're using it as a reason to divorce Vincent! I can't stand it anymore!"

Feeling the words she wrote on the palm of my hand, I suddenly understood everything.

I pushed her away in despair and started fighting with her.

Scarlett didn't fight back and let me vent.

"Vincent, Eleanor is feeling emotionally unstable right now. Why don't I take her abroad to relax and help her relax?"

Vincent immediately refused:

"It's not safe to go abroad. I'm worried about her being alone."

Margaret, however, wished I would just leave immediately:

"She's an adult, what's there to worry about? Scarlett, take her away now! Don't embarrass her anymore!"

My father also nodded and agreed to send me abroad.

Vincent was extremely reluctant, but Margaret threatened to commit suicide, so he had no choice but to agree.

Before Scarlett and I left, we prepared to take all the dolls with us.

But Vincent stopped me:

"Since you don't like it, share it with everyone."

The dolls made by Vincent are lifelike and really attractive and pleasing.

To make me angry, everyone started to scramble for the items.

Even my mother picked out a doll and held it in her arms:

"How cute! If you don't want me, I will."

I watched this scene in horror and immediately wanted to stop them from taking it home.

If there's something wrong with these dolls, then...

"No!" I rushed over to grab it, "These must be burned!"

"Eleanor, what the hell is wrong with you!"

Margaret pushed me away:

"My son made this with his own hands, so naturally, someone would treasure it!"

Everyone has at least one doll, which makes me feel numb all over.

In the chaos, I saw a strange smile on Vincent's lips.

His eyes swept over everyone who took the doll, like... like looking at prey.

Scarlett pulled my arm and told me to stop making trouble.

I still shouted at the top of my lungs:

"There's something really wrong with these dolls. If you don't want to be secretly photographed, don't take the risk!"

Unfortunately, no one believes me!

I can only pray that maybe those dolls are really okay!

Otherwise, if these people choose to trust Vincent, it will be their fate.

After leaving home and arriving at the law firm, Scarlett hugged me tightly with red eyes:

"Eleanor, Vincent is not alone. He's not as simple as you think! You shouldn't be so impulsive!"

"Luckily I got back in time. You've already alerted the enemy. We can only wait and see until he reveals his true intentions!"

Only then did I realize that even Scarlett was secretly photographed.