CHAPTER 113ZYLIAH'S POVThe drive back home was mostly silent. Fynn tried making small talk, but my responses were vague and curt."Why are you moody? Is it because of Sayge?" he asked, suspicion lurking in his tone.I immediately sat up, shaking my head so he wouldn't suspect. "No," I replied with conviction ringing in my voice. "Why would you think that, Fynn? I'm just tired, that's all. I thought you'd understand this."The tension in his shoulders eased. “I'm sorry, baby,” he said, his voice softening. “I just thought for a moment there that you..." He paused and took a deep breath. "You know what? Just forget it. I'm sorry. I trust that you won't hurt me or do anything that'll ruin our marriage. Right?"His eyes searched mine for a beat too long, as if waiting for me to flinch.I gave a small nod. "Right."He reached across for my hand and squeezed affectionately, passing me a charming smile. "You look amazing being pregnant."I forced a thin smile. “Do I?”"Absolutely so," he a
CHAPTER 112ZYLIAH'S POVMy first glimpse of sunlight in nearly five months came during this supervised trip to the baby store. The freedom was an illusion, of course, but the air outside the car had smelled different. Now, surrounded by tiny, expensive clothes, the reality of my cage felt more suffocating than ever."Zyliah?"I froze. My stomach jumped. I didn't want to believe whose voice I'd heard behind me.No, it couldn't be him. This should not be happening.I didn't turn. I refused to turn. I kept walking, continuing down the aisle I was on.He followed and quickly caught up with me. The moment his hand came on my shoulder, I felt that same jolt of awareness I'd felt those nights… no, don't think of anything, I chided myself.He swerved me to face him. A storm of emotions warred in his expression. "Oh my goodness, baby." He pulled me into a really warm, tight hug.I let myself revel in the warmth, but it was only for a split second before I squirmed out of his grasp. "Let go of
CHAPTER 111SAYGE'S POV"What the fuck do you mean you cannot find her?!" I snarled at the police officers standing in my living room.My grandma tapped me on my knee, a silent gesture to calm me down. Calm? Christ, it had been three weeks. Three weeks of this gnawing, gut-wrenching voidThree weeks and I couldn't find her. They could find her. God, I had no idea where she was or what had happened to her. Our kids would not stop asking about their mother; even Alexa missed her."Thank you, officers. Please, let us know if there's any update." Dad shook hands with the men, and they left."Useless! All a bunch of useless cops!" I kicked at a low stool.It went flying from the force and hit a high stool where an antique vase sat prettily on. The high stool tottered, affecting the vase. That toppled and fell to the floor, smashing to pieces.Everyone noticed it, but that vase was the least of our worries right now, especially mine."They are doing their best, Sayge." Grandma Charlotte hea
CHAPTER 110ZYLIAH'S POVThe room spun when I finally came to. The lights were a bit hurtful to my eyes. I had to blink to reduce the harsh effects.My head throbbed, and when I tried to swallow spittle, my lungs felt raw, like they'd been abused. I finally was able to manage to sit up and let my eyes roam the surroundings.I frowned a little. Quite disoriented.I was in a bedroom. An unfamiliar yet luxuriously expensive one. No pictures or anything that'll give me a clue on where I was or whose house it was.Then I remembered. I was having lunch with my two best friends and had left the table to go pee when...oh God, I've been kidnapped.My breath hitched as the fog in my mind burned away, replaced by a cold, sharp fear.Who would do this? I didn't have enemies who would hate me enough or bother with me enough to do this.Except maybe Claire. To get back at me for that last fight. She was the only one that was probably too crazy to do this without thinking of the repercussions.But w
CHAPTER 109GRANDMA CHARLOTTE'S POV"I hope you haven't been waiting for very long." I took the opposite chair facing the person I'd arranged to meet."Not at all. You look very charming today, Charlotte." Stephen, a friend I’d known for decades despite him being a few years my junior, offered a warm smile."Thank you, Steve." I beckoned a server and ordered champagne.He was already working on a bottle of wine. "You don't want wine?"I shook my head. "No. So tell me, what have you got for me?"Steve, as I fondly called him, was a professional investigator. I'd hired him on and off over the years of our friendship and even helped grow his business."The girl you asked me to look into is quite complicated.""But you found something, didn't you?" I asked.We paused as the server reached our table to drop off my glass of champagne.I took a sip."Miss Priscilla Fayton has a very interesting background. She was born to two irresponsible parents that were never there. Mom is a drug-using h
CHAPTER 108NATALIE’S POVMy eyes flicked toward the direction Zyliah had gone, but there was still no sign of her coming out. “She’s been in there a while—do you think she’s okay?”"Even if she just needed the restroom, she should be out by now. I mean, how long could it possibly take someone?”A quiet unease crept into my stomach. Maybe I was overthinking, but something about how long she’d been gone didn’t feel right."It's been almost an hour,” I said, tapping the screen of my phone to check the time.Delia beat me to it, checking her slim diamond wristwatch. “Forty-nine minutes, to be exact. Let’s make it a full hour before going in there.”"Alright."We were done with our plates. The only one still half-filled with food was Zyliah’s—it had gone cold by now. Even the wine in her glass sat untouched, its surface dulled from standing out for too long.Delia and I had almost emptied the bottle of wine while waiting for her. We didn’t want to order dessert without Zyliah.Exactly one