ログインDamian's POVBy the time the investigator brought me to the apartment building, the entire place had already fallen silent.No Elena. No belongings. No trace that she had ever lived there.I stood outside the empty apartment, my voice low and almost emotionless."Where is she?"The investigator looked through the documents in his hand. "Don, our investigation confirms that someone did live here. The woman captured on the surveillance footage also bears a strong resemblance to the photos you provided.""But," I paused. "She isn't Mrs. Blackwood."My head snapped up. "What?""She isn't Elena." The investigator shook his head. "She's just an ordinary international student. Her identity, immigration records, school history, and personal records over the past few years all check out. We've confirmed that she has no connection to the Blackwood family."I stood there in silence.For a long time. I thought I had finally found her.I thought fate had given me one last chance.But in the end, it
Damian's POVI stood there. Scrolling through the messages on the phone one by one.So this was the truth.For the past six months, Isabella had been sending messages to her.Almost every day without stopping.The last one was from yesterday morning.My grip tightened little by little. Every word on the screen burned itself into my eyes.Isabella: You must have noticed by now, Donna.Isabella: Damian is only staying by your side because he feels responsible for you.Isabella: The person who truly makes him happy, the person he can actually relax with is me.Isabella: How pathetic.Isabella: You may have the title of Mrs. Blackwood, but you couldn't keep his heart.The next message contained a photo.A diamond necklace.Isabella: Damian designed this for me himself.Isabella: Isn't it more beautiful than your wedding ring?I kept scrolling.More messages.More photos.More cruelty.Isabella: It's my birthday today.Isabella: Did he tell you he had family business to handle?Isabella: Th
Damian's POVI looked like someone had taken my soul away.I sat alone in the garden behind the manor until darkness completely swallowed the sky.There was a swing there. Elena's favorite swing.Every evening, she used to sit there and wait for me to come home.But tonight, the swing was still there.The person waiting for me was gone.Only after night had fully fallen did I finally return to the bedroom.I didn't turn on the lights. I simply walked to the bed and lay down on the side where she used to sleep.I closed my eyes, trying to find even the last trace of her warmth.But all I felt was cold sheets, an empty room and a silence so heavy it was suffocating.Then, suddenly, I remembered the black gift box.Elena had told me there was a surprise waiting inside.Maybe she was still waiting for me, maybe opening it would lead me back to her.I suddenly sat up. The antique clock on the wall had just passed midnight.Today was our fifth wedding anniversary. I practically lunged for t
Damian's POV"No, that's impossible."I gripped the phone tightly, my voice already trembling."Elena can't be dead. She was just talking to me. She said she was only going to the harbor to look at the sea. She's fine. She has to be."I kept shaking my head, as if I was trying to convince the officer on the other end.Or maybe trying to convince myself."You made a mistake. She's just angry with me. She's hiding somewhere. She wants me to find her. She's waiting for me. I know she is. Elena, I'm coming."I had no idea when the call ended.I only knew that, suddenly, the entire world went silent.The next second, I rushed out of the bedroom like a man losing his mind.The study. The greenhouse. The terrace. The home theater. The wine cellar. I threw open every door in the manor."Elena!""Elena!"No answer.The entire Blackwood Manor was terrifyingly quiet. Finally, I ran back to our bedroom.And only then did I notice that half of the walk-in closet was empty.Her clothes. Her shoes. H
Damian's POVI drove all the way back to Blackwood Manor. This was the home we had shared for five years.Elena was the one who had turned this place into a home. She had personally chosen every piece of furniture, selected every member of the staff, and decided where every bouquet of flowers should be placed, especially over the past few days.The entire manor had been preparing for our fifth anniversary ceremony.Black tuxedos. Crystal chandeliers. Endless arrangements of white roses.Everyone was waiting for tomorrow.Waiting for me to once again announce my Donna to the entire New York underworld. I stepped into the grand foyer quietly, hoping to surprise Elena.But every room was empty. My brows slowly furrowed as I looked toward the servants working nearby. "Where is Elena?" Everyone stopped what they were doing at once. They exchanged uncertain glances. But no one answered.My voice turned colder. "I asked you a question. Where is Mrs. Blackwood?"The butler hesitated before a
In the meantime, at the other end of the airport.A black armored SUV sat quietly outside the private terminal.The windows were tinted so dark that no one outside could see what was happening inside.But within the car, the air still carried the lingering heat of what had just happened.Damian's POVIsabella leaned against my chest, one hand resting lightly over her stomach."Are you really going back tomorrow to celebrate your fifth anniversary with her?"She bit her lip, her voice soft and coaxing."Even the baby and I don't want you to leave. Can't you stay with us for just one more day?"I lowered his eyes to her, only smiled faintly and ran my fingers through her hair."Weren't you looking at that beachfront villa the other day? I'll have my lawyer take care of it tomorrow."Isabella's eyes immediately lit up. "Really?"I gave a careless smile. "When have I ever lied to you?"Isabella instantly wrapped her arms around me and kissed my cheek. "I knew it. You're the best, Daddy."I







