The mistress called him dozens of times, then stopped. Eventually, tired of waiting, she flew off alone.

After several painful hours, an expert entered the room.

— The powder has been tested. It’s… just regular flour.

The officers exchanged glances — now irritated.

— You may go, sir. But your flight has already departed.

Arthur left the room gripping his suitcase tightly. He tried calling his mistress — she no longer answered. He returned home completely shattered.

When he opened the door, his heart sank. No one was there. His wife had taken the children and left.