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Alec POV “Mr Hardy”, I hear Veronica’s voice call through the sound system in my office. I roll my eyes and pass my hands through my hair. This day can’t get any worse. “Yes”, I bark in response as I press the button on the system. I sit back on my chair, throw the papers back at the table, and take my glasses off. “There’s someone here to see you, sir, Aimee?” she says, and I stand up immediately and walk out of my office towards Veronica. I find Aimee smiling nervously as she looks at Veronica. “Hey”, I say as I approach her, and she smiles back at me. “Veronica, this is my wife, Aimee. She doesn’t need to be announced, ever”, I let out, and Veronica smiles, nodding her head. I take Aimee’s hand after smiling politely at Veronica, and I pull her into my office. As soon as I close the door, I press her body against it and push my body against her. She is now trapped, and she smiles, resting her hands against my chest as I kiss her neck slowly. “Alec, I didn’t come here for sex”,
Aimee POV “Meet me tonight at our special place”, I repeat, telling Stella what the message said and who it was from. Stella frowns and scrunches her nose as she passes me my cup of tea. I take it with both hands and take a small sip. “Tea will help you heal”, she says, and I nod my head as I feel another tear rolling down my cheek. Stella’s phone starts to ring, and she answers without hesitation. “Just drop it, Hardy’, Stella says at the phone, and she listens a little bit longer and then she tells Alec to go fuck himself. I can’t even imagine his face right now, but it serves him well. She then ends the call. She looks at me and asks me how I got there so fast. I shrug my shoulders as I remember just running out of the building and getting into the first taxi I saw. I went up to Stella’s room and lay down on her bed while she stayed downstairs watching tv. I need some time alone, and I need to think. I don’t know what to do, and then I hear Alec’s voice. He shouts like a maniac o
Alec POV I’ve been sitting in the same place, nurturing a glass of whiskey in my hand for the past hour, Aimee is not home yet, and I can’t believe this is happening to us. What have I done? I pass my hands through my hair, shaking my head. I close my eyes, resting them back on the sofa. I feel the tears threatening to spill, and then the door opens. I stand up immediately. Aimee walks into the house, and she walks past me without even looking me in the eye. I follow her like a lost puppy into the bedroom. She closes herself in the bathroom, and I sit on the edge of the bed. It feels like it’s been forever when she comes out of the bathroom, freshly showered with a towel wrapped around her body and another one on her head, keeping her hair inside. She walks past me and enters the walk-in closet, and I follow her. She grabs her clothes, leggings and a top, her underwear, and I am unable to speak. I need to say something. I need her to listen to me. “Aimee”, I let out, and she shake
Alec POV Aimee has been treating me with cold shoulders, and I don’t know what else to do. I have tried everything, and I am almost losing hope of getting her back. I stop the car in the garage, turning it off and resting my head against the steering wheel. Today marks our first anniversary, one year since we got married, and I made her mine again for later one lose her for good. I get out of the car and get on my way home. When I open the door, I am hit by the incredible smell of a roast dinner. I frown, looking around as I close the door and neatly put my key, wallet, and phone on the table near the door. “Aimee?” I let out as I walk further into the house and find Aimee in the kitchen with her EarPods on. She is swaying her hips as she moves to the rhythm of whatever it is she is listening to. I walk behind her and touch her shoulder, startling her. She looks at me with wide eyes and one hand on her chest as she breathes heavily. “Sorry”, I let out, and she smiles. What made h
Alec POV I am holding on to my phone as if my life depended on it. I have been making phone calls after phone calls trying to find out if anyone knows where Aimee is. Stella is not opening her mouth, and Ash is out of the country. “She went to him, and I bet she went to him”, I say aloud as I throw my crystal glass from my whiskey against the wall shattering it into a thousand pieces. I pass my hands through my hair when my phone starts ringing and I answer straight away. “Mr Darcy, thank you for getting back to me so fast”, I let out. I bet he could hear how desperate I sounded on the voice mail I left him. “Mr Hardy, how can I help you?” he asks, and I take a deep breath, Darcy is one of the best private detectives in the country, and his hourly rates are exuberant, but I don’t care. I will do anything to find out where Aimee is to go get her back. She was wrong in her letter. We belong together, we belong with each other, and I will make sure to prove it to her for the rest of
Alec POV “You are incompetent. How is it possible? It’s been one month, one fucking month”, I bark at Darcy, that is not standing in front of me. His head stands high as he takes a deep breath. “Mr Hardy, she is probably using someone else’s name. If she is not using her credit cards or anything, there’s not much I can do”, He says as I shake my head. I have been in Scotland for the past two weeks. That’s where she was last seen. Darcy has been looking for Aimee nonstop, and he got me here. I know he is doing his best. We have asked everyone if they have seen Aimee but nothing. I shake my head, pushing away the horrible thoughts that come to mind. We have checked every hospital, everywhere, but nothing, no trains, no buses, no taxis, no one recognises Aimee. There’s only one taxi driver we haven’t been able to contact because he is away. Who stays on holiday for more than one week? How can a taxi driver have money for holidays like this? I start pacing around when Darcy walks out
Alec POV I came back to London as soon as I saw Aimee, she looks happy and I can’t be the one that will ruin her life. I have been writing her letters everyday and sending them with one single flower. I know that it’s creepy and maybe over the top, but I can’t stay far from her. “Alec, you need to eat”, mum says and I nod my head as I put some food onto my fork and bring it to my mouth. Mum looks at me with a sad face. I haven’t been able to go back home so I am staying with my parents until I grow a fucking pair of balls and go back home. But I don’t think I am capable of facing that house, the place where we lived together for one year. Where I made so many memories and where she killed them all. I guess you can say I am mourning my relationship. “Alec I am worried about you”, mum says and I raise my eyes to hers and I see genuine concern in them and I offer her a smile shoving some more food into my mouth. “I’m good mum, honest”, I let out under my breath. I hate that she is wor
Aimee POV I open my eyes as I feel like I am being stabbed. I sit rapidly on the bed and hold on to my stomach. I’m only eleven weeks pregnant, and I know pain like this is not normal. I pull the duvet off of me and get out of bed, sauntering to the bathroom, holding on to the walls. I look at myself in the mirror before sitting on the toilet, my hair is messy, and I have bags under my eyes. I am exhausted, and morning sickness has been kicking my ass. No blood, good, that’s a good sign, isn’t it? Another stabbing pain assaults me, and a I see blood dripping down my leg. Tears pool in my eyes, and I shake my head and grab my phone to call an ambulance. I don’t know what to do. It is my first pregnancy, and I don’t have anyone. Alec. I have Alec. He has been writing a letter every day for the past few weeks. The ambulance arrived, and I didn’t even bother to change clothes. I am taken to the hospital, and as soon as I am placed in a bedroom inside the maternity ward, I decide I need