The Dream

MATHEWS POV

I alighted from the plane feeling slightly exhausted and deeply uneasy.

The six-hour flight had been torturous, not just because of its duration but because of the constant unease gnawing at me.

A dream I had the previous night refused to leave my mind.

In the dream, Selene was lying in a pool of blood, her lifeless body staring at me with wide, unblinking eyes.

The image had jolted me awake, leaving my heart racing and my chest tight. I told myself it was just a dream, but it pricked something deep in my heart a feeling I had buried for far too long.

As much as I had tried to avoid it, I knew deep down that Selene meant more to me than I dared to admit.

I kept glancing at my phone throughout the journey, hoping for a call or at least a text from Selene but there was nothing.

Not a single word. And this made my anxiety heighten with every passing hour..

Why hadn’t she reached out? Was she alright? was the questions that were going through my head.

And immediately I caught sight of my driver, I quickened my pace, taking long strides toward him.

Several thoughts rummaged through my head as I glanced sideways at Damien, my secretary, who seemed to be dozing off from exhaustion.

I gave him a light nudge, snapping him out of his stupor.

“Have you heard from my wife?” I asked, my voice taut with suppressed worry.

Damien let out a lengthy yawn, shaking his head. “No, sir. I’m quite surprised.”

I leaned back in the car seat, shutting my eyes as disappointment seeped through me.

The silence from Selene was unlike her, and the gnawing worry from my dream refused to let me rest.

The car’s slow pace only added to my frustration.

“Can you move at a faster pace?” I asked the driver, trying to keep my irritation in check.

“Sir, this is a residential area, and there’s a college nearby. We have to maintain a slow pace,” he explained. I gnashed my teeth, feeling trapped by my own impatience.

Damien hesitated beside me. “Sir, I know it’s not my place, but… did you have a misunderstanding with ma’am Selene?”

I didn’t answer. Though the truthful response was “no,” but I wasn’t about to discuss my private affairs with him. He seemed to take the hint and turned his attention back to the road.

Eventually, the car’s speed increased, and we reached the villa thirty minutes later.

And as soon as the car halted in the garage, I stepped out, leaving my suitcase to Damien. My strides were brisk, my mind a tangled mess of thoughts about Selene.

By the time I reached our bedroom, my frustration had peaked. I wanted answers, but the sight that greeted me stopped me in my tracks. The room was in utter disarray. The bed was unmade, and my clothes littered the floor, leaving my brows furrowed in confusion. This was completely unlike Selene, a perfectionist who always ensured everything was in order, especially when I returned from trips.

“Selene!” I called out, my voice echoing through the villa. I descended the stairs rapidly, hoping to find her in the living room, but instead, I encountered Damien holding my briefcase.

“Where is my wife?” I demanded, my voice sharp and impatient.

“Sir, I don’t know…” he stammered, clearly flustered.

Just then, Mabel, the cleaner, appeared, her eyes fixed nervously on the floor.

“Where the fuck is my wife?” I thundered, my voice reverberating throughout the room. Mabel flinched visibly, but I was beyond caring. My patience had worn thin.

“Sir, she… she picked up her belongings and left when she returned from the hospital,” she finally admitted, her voice trembling.

My heart skipped a beat. “Hospital?” I muttered under my breath, my mind racing.

Damien stood frozen, his expression as clueless as mine. “Sir, what’s going on?” he ventured hesitantly.

His words only fueled my frustration, and I waved him off with a glare that sent him scurrying out of my sight.

I fished out my phone and dialed Selene’s number, only to be greeted by an unreachable tone. Panic surged through me. Selene always kept her phone on. The only logical explanation was that she had blocked me. But why? What had I done to warrant this?

I tugged at my hair in frustration, pacing back and forth. “What was she doing at the hospital?” I demanded, my gaze boring into Mabel.

“Sir, she…” Mabel stuttered, but her hesitation only infuriated me further.

Abandoning the conversation, I stormed out to the garage and slid into my Lamborghini.

My foot pressed hard on the gas as I sped toward the gates, determined to find Selene.

As I approached, I spotted two familiar figures and their nervous expressions as they noticed my arrival told me all I needed to know.

They knew something, and I wasn’t leaving until I got answers.