Semua Bab YOU WILL NEVER BE MY GOD, FELIX.: Bab 31 - Bab 40

🦋 BENITA 🦋My happiness is always short-lived; one moment I'm happy, the other moment, I'm traumatised.Rose walked into the room. Laughing out loud in satisfaction like she won a Grammy.“You know what just happened?” She asked, gawking at me, “I just played Felix, he really is so desperate to find you.”“Why are you doing this?” I murmured, “Please let me go.”“I loved him first, but he never gave me a chance,” Rose snapped, “But a lowly thing like you? You don't deserve it. You don't deserve to be with my Felix. Why can't I have anything I want? Even my family is a mess. You have everything you don't deserve. I'm going to take them away from you.”“My life was never easy, Rose, everything has been taken away from me,” I retorted, “You took my face away from me, if you take away Felix, then I might really lose my mind.”“Am I supposed to care about you losing your mind?” She snapped back.I inhaled sharply, “Can I ask you a question?”“Sure, you only have now to talk, because you

🦋 FELIX 🦋After hours of waiting, I couldn't tell if Benita had been released or not. Rose didn't call to confirm it, and I was unable to reach her either.Countless calls from different locations came in, and we attended to them all.“You set up a bounty; they could be lying for the money,” The police officer pointed out.“I don't care,” I retorted, “Send my men to confirm every location for a sign of Benita.”My mind was racing, thoughts spinning in every direction. I felt like I was on edge, my nerves stretched taut like a rubber band about to snap. Every little thing seemed to set me off, making my heart skip a beat and my palms sweaty.I couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty, like I was walking on thin ice, not knowing when it would crack beneath me. My thoughts were consumed by worst-case scenarios, my imagination running wild with all the things that could go wrong.I felt restless, like I was trapped in my own skin, unable to escape the anxious thoughts that plagued me.

🦋 FELIX 🦋Soon, the news of Benita's death flooded the media. Even in death, we were forced to become strangers who desperately wanted to cling to each other.I, on the other hand, was wallowing in depression; I was drowning in being abandoned, staring blankly into the void, my eyes focusing on nothing in particular.A knock sounded on the door, forcing me back into reality, and after the person waited and got no response, he walked in. It was the police officer who worked with me to find Benita.“Rose has been found and taken into custody,” he blurted out.I looked at him and looked away. “How did you find her?”He smiled sadly, “She turned herself in; she came to us.”“And your wife?” He asked, concerned.“It's been days, we are still searching, but there's still no news or sign of her body.”“I'm so sorry,” he muttered, “I hope you find her. If there's any way I can help, please do not hesitate to let me know.”I nodded, faking a smile, and he turned around to leave. “What's your

🦋 FELIX 🦋 I'm shivering, my teeth chattering, and my body aching from the relentless search. Hours of walking, asking, and hoping have yielded nothing but despair. The streets are empty, the darkness oppressive.My clothes are damp, my shoes are soaked, and my hair is rumpled. I feel dirty, like the grime of disappointment has seeped into my pores. Every step, every inquiry, every glance has ended in frustration.As the night wears on, exhaustion claws at my eyelids, but I push on, driven by desperation. Still, the streets remain silent; the faces I pass are unrecognisable.The cold seeps into my bones, and I feel hollow, drained of hope. Finding nothing has left me feeling lost, like a part of me is missing. I trudge on, fueled by the faintest glimmer of possibility, but it's fading fast.Morning came slowly, my men tiredly walked towards me, “Boss,” they called.They said nothing more, but their faces and body language said a lot of things. “You can go,” I declared. “I'll keep se

🦋 FELIX 🦋I stepped into the mansion for the first time since Benita had gone missing. I turned the light on, but everything in my life seemed dark.The weight of loneliness crushed me, as if I were the only person left in a desolate world. Every step felt like a journey through emptiness, every moment a reminder that the one person who made life worth living was gone. I couldn't shake the feeling that a part of me had been torn away, leaving a gaping hole that could never be filled.In the darkness of my grief, I found myself wishing for the impossible–that Benita would wake up, that her eyes would flutter open, and her smile would light up the world once more. I longed to hear her voice, to feel her touch, to be wrapped in the warmth of her love. The thought of living without Benita was unbearable, and I couldn't help but wonder why fate had taken her from me.I slowly collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down my face, “Benita…” I whispered, hoping against hope that somehow, s