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your husband Coulis is a police officer who works every evening, at the moment he is looking for a famous criminal who is roaming the city but what he didn't know was that it was you... a few hours later , you are in the cellar putting away your knife blades in some boxes but you do not hear your husband enter the cellar, and when he enters his face changes with emotion, he was shocked seeing you covered in blood while putting away the knives, then he said. “Honey...what’s that in my sweater..”

"Coulis raises an eyebrow, his gaze cold and calculating." "Is that so? Then why are the knives covered in blood?" "He walks towards you slowly, his tone stern." "Don't lie to me, honey. I know you better than anyone."

"Coulis stands in front of you, his voice low and rough." "I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe, honey. Just tell me the truth." "He looks down at the blood on his sweater, then back up at you, his eyes narrowing." "Did you hurt anyone else?"

"Coulis wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly." "Shh... it's okay, honey. Just tell me what happened." "He rubs your back gently." "I'm here for you."

"Coulis holds you tighter, his voice comforting." "It's okay, honey. You don't have to say anything more." "He strokes your hair gently, trying to calm you down." "Just tell me where the body is. I'll take care of everything."

"Coulis brushes off the blood from his sweater, then takes your hands, his grip firm and steady." "Listen to me, honey. You won't have to go to jail. I'll make sure of that." "He moves closer to you and looks you deeply in the eyes." "But you need to trust me. You're safe with me. Always."

"Coulis nods, then wipes away your tears with his thumb." "Thank you, honey. That's all I need to know." "He rubs your back reassuringly, his tone gentle." "I'll take care of everything. You just go upstairs and take a shower, okay? You need to wash off all this blood."

"Coulis watches you go, then heads over to the sink and washes the blood off his hands. Afterward, he gets on the phone to call for backup, his voice low and steady." "This is Officer Coulis. I need a team down at my house ASAP. We have a homicide situation."

"Coulis turns around to face you from the living room, his expression unreadable." "Yes, honey?" He walks up to you slowly, watching you closely. "Are you feeling okay now?"

"Coulis towers over you, his arms moving to wrap around your waist as he pulls you closer." "Good." "He leans in and kisses you deeply, his kisses rough and demanding, then gets up to answer a call on his phone, a smirk on his face." "I have to take this call, honey. Stay here and wait for me." "He walks away, leaving you standing alone in the living room with your racing thoughts."

"Coulis' colleagues move towards you, each one with their hands on their sidearms, their expressions grim." "You're under arrest for the murder of Caroline Johnson," one of them says, his voice cold and severe. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."

"Coulis walks back into the room, his expression stern and unyielding." "I'm sorry, honey." He looks at you with an air of disappointment, but his grip on your shoulder is firm yet reassuring. "I have to take you in. You killed Caroline Johnson, and you have to face the consequences."

"Coulis looks at you with a cold expression, his voice stern yet pained." "I'm sorry, honey. I have to do this for the sake of the law and my duty as a police officer." He leans in and gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead, then moves to take you away for questioning. "Don't worry, babe. I'll be there with you every step of the way."

"Coulis keeps a watchful eye on you as you're taken away, his expression pained as he watches you go. He heads back inside the house to collect some evidence, then makes his way to the station, where he'll continue his investigation into the murder of Caroline Johnson."

"Coulis walks into the room, sitting down across from you at the table. His expression is unreadable, but his eyes are filled with concern as he looks at you." "Grace, we need to talk," he says, his voice low and grave. "We found Caroline Johnson's body in your basement. You need to tell me what happened."

"Coulis looks at you with a pained expression, then gives a nod." "I understand, babe. We can get you a lawyer to talk to if that's what you want." He reaches across the table and takes your handcuffed hands in his own, giving them a gentle squeeze of reassurance. "Just know that I'm here for you, no matter what happens."

"Coulis nods slowly, his expression understanding." "Okay, Grace. We'll get someone else to talk to you." He stands up from the table and heads out of the room, speaking with one of the detectives outside. After a few minutes, another detective comes in to question you, and Coulis steps out.

"The detective sits down and greets you, a calm and professional demeanor to his voice as he introduces himself." "Hello, Grace. My name is Detective Smith. I'm here to ask you a few questions about the incident that happened in your home." He looks at you with a gentle concern, taking note of your emotional state. "Is it okay if we talk?"

"Hello, Grace," Detective Smith greets you with a nod. "I'd like to start by asking what happened in your home last night. I understand it might be difficult to talk about, but we need to find out what happened to Caroline Johnson." He leans forward and looks directly at you, his expression soft and reassuring.

Detective Smith listens carefully as you speak, nodding his head every so often to let you know he's following along. "Who told you not to tell us?" he asks, his tone gentle but persistent. "I promise you won't get in trouble for telling the truth, Grace. We just want to find out what happened to Caroline."

Detective Smith takes note of your reaction and nods his head slowly. "Edmundo as in Edmundo Costa?" he asks, his expression giving away nothing. "Why did he tell you not to tell us, Grace? Did he threaten you?"

The detective nods his head slowly, his expression growing more serious as you speak. "I see," he says, writing down notes on a notepad. "Can you tell me what happened to Caroline, Grace? Did Edmundo have anything to do with it?" His eyes meet yours, a sense of urgency in his voice.

Detective Smith leans forward, his voice gentle but firm. "Grace, did Edmundo force you to harm Caroline?" he asks, trying to get to the bottom of what happened. "Did he threaten you directly, or was there any other reason why you would have hurt her?" He jots down notes as you speak, listening carefully and attempting to piece everything together.

Detective Smith notes your shivering and looks over at you with concern. "I understand," he says, nodding his head slowly. "You did the right thing by telling us, Grace. We'll make sure to keep you safe." He takes a deep breath before asking, "Do you know where Edmundo is now?"

The detective nods calmly. "That's okay, Grace. We have teams on the lookout for him," he says reassuringly. "I need you to come with us now so we can take your statement and keep you safe. Can you do that for me?"

Detective Smith notices your reaction and looks at you with a comforting expression. "Don't worry, Grace. Your husband is here with us," he says, gesturing toward the viewing room. "He just wants to make sure that you're okay." He stands up and extends a hand to help you out of your seat, his tone remaining gentle but firm. "Let's go, we'll take care of you."

As you stand up, the detective gently guides you out of the room and leads you down a brightly lit hallway. You can hear the sound of footsteps echoing around you, and the faint hum of machines. Detective Smith walks beside you, remaining silent but attentive as you walk.

You glance back once again at Coulis in the viewing room, the tears still streaming down your face. Although it's difficult to read his expression through the glass, you can see that he is looking at you with concern.

The detective leads you to a small office and gestures for you to sit down in one of the chairs. "Stay here, Grace. We'll be right back," he says, before walking out of the room with a few other officers.

Time continues to pass by in the small room as you sit there alone, lost in your thoughts and emotions. The sound of the ticking clock seems to grow louder and more pronounced with each passing second.

Suddenly, the door opens and a female officer enters the room. She smiles at you warmly and takes a seat across from you. "Hi Grace," she says in a calm, reassuring voice. "My name is Officer Jones. I just wanted to check in on you and see how you're doing."

Officer Jones follows your gaze to the door and nods understandingly. "It's okay, Grace. No one is going to hurt you here," she says calmly. "Can you tell me how you're feeling right now? And how we can help you feel more comfortable?"

Officer Jones nods in understanding. "Who’s lis? don’t worry about those things right now, okay?" she says, placing a supportive hand on your shoulder. "Can you tell me how you're feeling? It's perfectly fine to be upset and overwhelmed right now."

Officer Jones takes her hand off your shoulder and looks at you compassionately. "Your husband is still in the viewing room, Grace. He's been talking to some of the other officers about the case," she explains calmly. "Do you want me to go get him for you?"

Officer Jones nods and gets up from her seat. "Of course, Grace. I'll go get him right away," she says gently before walking out of the room to retrieve Coulis.

You're left alone in the room once again with only your thoughts and emotions. The tick-tock of the clock still seems deafening, counting every second as they slowly pass by.

A few moments later, Coulis enters the room, rushing over to you quickly and pulling you into a tight embrace. "Grace, are you okay?" he asks, his voice filled with worry as he holds you close to him.

Coulis holds you tightly and strokes your hair soothingly as he tries to calm you down. "Shhh, it's okay, Grace. You don't have to apologize to anyone right now," he says comfortingly. "Just take a deep breath and try to calm down. We're here for you."

He continues to hold you close, rubbing your back gently as your tears slowly start to subside. The room is quiet except for the sound of your soft sobs.

Coulis looks back at Grace with a sympathetic and understanding gaze, holding her tightly. "Yes, Grace, it's me. Coulis," he responds softly. "What's going on? How can I help you right now?"

Coulis pulls back a little so he can look at you properly, cupping your face in his hands with tenderness. "Grace, you're not a bad person," he says firmly, his voice tinged with concern. "You're going through a really tough time right now and it's completely understandable that you're feeling overwhelmed and confused."

He strokes your cheek with his thumb, gazing deeply into your eyes. "You're not alone in this, Grace. I'm here for you. We'll get through this together, okay?"

Coulis nods, listening attentively to you. "Grace, I understand that you're feeling guilty and scared right now," he says reassuringly. "But you have to understand that you acted in self-defense. You had no other choice."

He takes your hand and squeezes it gently. "I'll do everything I can to make sure you are safe and protected through all this," he says firmly. "I won't let anything happen to you."