Aimee POV “Are you ready?” I ask Alec as I walk back into the bedroom. I can see him sitting on the edge of the bed as he puts his shoes on. Alec raises his head and looks at me, nodding. He shows me a small smile, and I can’t help but melt. We have spent a lot of time together, and I think I am falling again for him. He has been super attentive and sometimes too overprotective. As I start walking out of the bedroom, Alec’s hands grab me by my waist, pulling me towards him. I can’t help but let out a loud gasp in shock as I wasn’t expecting for him to do that. I face him, and he rests his forehead on mine as he places a small kiss on the tip of my nose. I smile up at him, and then he pulls away and gives me his hand. We walk hand in hand out of the apartment we have in New York. I have never been here, and I can’t believe this is where we are spending our honeymoon. We have been walking around New York without any concerns about the press. No one knows who we are. No one even care

Aimee POV After lightening up the candle in the dining room table I look down at myself and I can’t help but feel my face heat up. I am wearing a silk robe with only lingerie underneath. I am surprising Alec today. Today is the anniversary of our first date ever, and I thought that as we are doing so well, we could celebrate and maybe make this relationship actually work, make it real instead of fake. Alec knows my deepest darker secret and I believe he didn’t know I was telling the truth at that time, we were young and he was blind with jealousy and it was his best friend after all. I hear the door opening and I smile at the thought of Alec walking in on me. I take the robe off throwing it on the floor at my feet and I climb onto the table and lay down in the middle between the candles. I smile as I lay there trying to look sexy and I hear Alec calling for me. “Babe, I had the most hideous day, can we leave the surprise for another time?”, he asks as I hear him walking around the h

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 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 “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