Mag-log inAlexander’s POVSadness tore me apart as I listened to John, my contact from the police force, on the phone.“I’m sorry, Mr Alex,” he said quietly. “There is still no sign of Mrs Charlotte. But we haven’t stopped looking. We’ll find her.”I laughed bitterly. “That’s what you’ve been telling me for two days.”“Mr Alex—” he tried to say but I cut him off.“I trusted you, John.”“And you still should. Missing persons cases—”“Two days!” I exploded. “It’s been two days and I don’t know if my wife is alive or dead!”John sighed before saying, “We are doing everything possible.”I hung up before he could say anything else. My knees buckled, and I sank to the floor beside the armrest.The letter… My eyes drifted to it again. Charlotte had left a letter that night before she left.I had read it so many times over the past two days that every word had become engraved into my mind.She knew! She knew what happened with Desiree.Even now, flashes of that horrible night haunted me. I remembered h
Charlotte’s POVI had worn a path into the carpet at this point.For the past hour, I had been pacing around the main living room, unable to sit still even for a minute. Fear sat heavily in my chest, growing bigger with every second that passed. I had called Alex countless times already, and every single call ended the same way.There was no answer. I lowered the phone from my ear after another failed attempt and stared at his contact picture.“Come on, Alex,” I whispered helplessly. “Just pick up.” But I practically got nothing.I didn’t even know when he had sneaked out. One moment he had been inside the house, and the next he had vanished. It had been six hours since then, and I hadn’t heard a single thing from him.Six hours!!!Under normal circumstances, I would have assumed he was working late or attending some emergency meeting. But nothing about today was normal.N
Alexander’s POVIt was nine in the evening when I quietly slipped out of my own house.Charlotte had already retired to the bedroom after another emotionally exhausting day. Although we’d had dinner together and exchanged a few words, things still felt heavy between us. The problem wasn’t that we didn’t love each other. If anything, I loved her too much.Maybe that was why the thought of losing her terrified me.I drove myself to a bar downtown where Malcolm and Dexter were already waiting.Neither of them were close friends. I didn’t really have close friends. I had acquaintances. People I had known for years. Men I’d made deals with, competed against, and occasionally drank with when life became too unbearable.Malcolm raised his glass when I arrived. “Alexander Voss himself.”Dexter chuckled. “About time. We thought your wife had chained you to the house.”I forced a smile. “Something like that.”We ordered drinks and sat in one of the private lounges. The first hour passed with th
Charlotte’s POVI returned home completely distressed and confused. My mind had been in chaos ever since Alex asked me that horrible question over the phone.‘What do you think about us getting divorced?’Even now, I couldn’t believe those words had come from him and what made it worse was that when I demanded an explanation, he had simply gone quiet before saying, “Never mind, Charlotte.”Then he hung up. Never mind? How was I supposed to never mind something like that?I hadn’t been able to focus on anything for the past hour. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t sit still.I paced around the living room like a madwoman. The bottle of wine I had poured myself was already half empty, yet my nerves refused to calm down.I checked the time again, still no sign of Alex. I picked up my phone and texted him.‘Come home immediately. We need to talk.’I sat down then stood up again then sat then resumed pacing.The maid had asked me twice if I wanted dinner, and I’d practically chased her away.I
Charlotte’s POVI walked briskly beside my secretary as she followed me down the hallway towards my office. The poor woman was struggling to keep up with my pace while balancing a tablet and a stack of documents in her hands.“Mrs. Voss, the officers from the Standards Agency arrived twenty minutes ago,” she informed me nervously. “They’re currently waiting in your office.”I stopped abruptly. “In my office?” I repeated.“Yes, ma’am.”I closed my eyes briefly. Of course… It's one problem after another.“And what else?” I asked.“The marketing department finished the draft of the counter campaign. It’s a film-style advertisement. They believe it will help repair the company’s image and reassure the public.”That was the first pleasant thing I’d heard all day. “Good.”I resumed walking. “Very good. At least somebody around here is giving me positive updates.”She managed a small smile. “The team worked overnight on it.”“I’ll commend them personally later.”By the time we reached my off
Alexander’s POVFor a moment, I forgot how to breathe as my eyes remained fixed on the phone screen.The image of my assistant’s body refused to leave my mind. The blood, the bullet hole and His motionless body sprawled across the floor.I tightened my grip on the phone so hard that my knuckles turned white. “What the hell…” The words barely left my mouth before the screen suddenly glitched and the image dissolved into static.My jaw clenched as a familiar distorted voice echoed through the speaker. “Mr. Alexander Lucien Voss.”The moment I heard it, every ounce of restraint inside me snapped. “You son of a bitch!”My roar filled the vehicle as my driver nearly slammed on the brakes from shock.“You think this is funny?” I asked and the static crackled.The voice remained calm, cold and almost amused. “You attempted to outsmart us.”I leaned forward violently. “Who the hell are you?”“You attempted to outsmart us, Mr. Voss.” The voice ignored my question. “And you attempted to double
Alexander’s POV.It had been a week since Charlotte and I settled things between us.It’s been peaceful with no arguments, no tears and no cold silence stretching across the bedroom.Things were finally beginning to feel normal again between us, and honestly, I should have been relieved. Charlotte
Charlotte’s POV.It’s been two days. Two whole days had passed since Alexander walked out of our bedroom after yelling at me, and nothing between us had felt normal again.He still came home,still slept beside me but emotionally, he was somewhere far away from me and it terrified me.I sat quietly
Charlotte’s POV“Alexander!” I rushed after him immediately, my tears blurring my vision as I followed him out of the apartment.“Alexander, please!” He still didn’t stop walking.The driver, who had just stepped out of the front vehicle, looked startled when Alexander stretched his hand toward him
Charlotte’s POVThe morning of Victor Kane’s trial should have felt victorious. Instead, I felt sick.I stood in front of the dressing mirror inside my bedroom, staring at my reflection without really seeing myself. My makeup was untouched on the vanity table beside me, my dress half-zipped, my min







