Chapter 8

As the car raced down the road, Richard called his top bodyguard. "Gather a team and go to this location. Get Kimberly out at all costs."

Back home, he checked Lotta for injuries, relieved to find none.

She clung to his arm, whining, "You've already sent people for Kimberly, so we're good. Let's pack and go on our honeymoon."

He stared at her, unease gnawing at him. During the wedding, visions of another woman in that gown kept flashing in his mind.

Kimberly would look stunning in it. He owed her a grand wedding. Once Lotta was settled, he'd make it right with the biggest ceremony.

He paced anxiously. "We'll go once Kimberly is safe."

Lotta pouted. "But you promised. Every minute we're late means I see less of the northern lights."

"They won't disappear if we're a bit late. Don't you have any conscience?" Richard snapped, losing it for a second.

Lotta burst into frightened tears. "I-I didn't mean it. I just want to finish your promise on the bucket list sooner, so our lost baby in heaven knows his dad loved us."

Regretting his outburst, Richard pushed down his irritation and hugged her. "Sorry, that was my fault. You're right; let's go now."

After her miscarriage, he'd promised to fulfill her bucket list as compensation. Once it was done, he could focus on Kimberly.

Lotta brightened, pulling out a pre-printed document. "I saw this lovely house in the suburbs. Buy it for me?"

His mind was preoccupied with Kimberly, and he signed without reading it.

"Would Kimberly be scared? Nah, she's level-headed. She'd protect herself," he muttered under his breath. "I've sent a solid team. She will be fine."

Lotta tossed the document on the table and eagerly handed him a suitcase. "Let's go!"

As they loaded the car, a staggering figure approached from afar. It was none other than Kimberly.

When the kidnapper had tried to assault her again, she had kicked him in the groin and fled. In the chaos, she got slashed a few times but ignored the pain.

After all these years, she'd found the man behind that nightmare, and it all led back to Lotta.

Rushing home, she bumped into Richard loading bags, smiling dotingly as he helped Lotta into the car, heading for the airport. His promises of rescue were lies.

Her heart ached, but she stopped, imagining his reaction when he learned Lotta had orchestrated his near-downfall. She was eager to see how Richard would view Lotta, the woman he had cherished for so many years, once he learned the truth.

Inside the house, in the study, she spotted the signed divorce agreement on the desk.

Just then, Lotta texted: [The divorce agreement is on the table. Richard is mine now.]

Kimberly checked the security footage: Lotta had just said she wanted it, and Richard had signed without a glance.

She gripped the document tightly as another message arrived: [Your flight to Ashaihill is booked. Mr. Elmer Shaw isn't patient. Get here soon.]

Kimberly: [Okay.]

Before leaving, she placed the new agreement beside the old one from his nightstand.

On the desk, with both documents side by side, she picked up a pen and wrote down three words in a flourish: [As you wish.]

Then she wheeled her suitcase out, leaving for good.