All Chapters of For Her Sake, He Married Me: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Darkness settled over the bustling city, swallowing up all the sights and sounds.Francis paced restlessly in the empty, silent villa like a trapped animal, his eyes red. He pressed his phone until the phone was hot. His personal assistant's reply was still full of hopelessness. “Mr. Rivera, there's still no sign of the madam. We've checked the airports, train stations, hotels… There's no record of her leaving or checking in. I've also checked, and no major hospital has admitted a seriously injured, unidentified woman…”Nothing! Still nothing! Those words were like needles, jabbing into his nerves.Francis suddenly hurled his phone at the expensive leather sofa. Panic crashed over him again and again, threatening to drown him.She was so badly hurt… Where could she go? How would she manage life on her own? What if she collapsed somewhere, all alone? Countless terrifying thoughts tore at his mind.He rushed out the door, driving himself through the empty streets before the comi

A colleague hurried over to Francis. "Francis, someone reported you for fabricating evidence and obstructing justice. The higher-ups have decided to suspend you immediately, and you'll need to cooperate with the investigation.""What's going on?" This colleague, who knew some of the inside story, looked worried. "Could it be your wife…? Did she find out something?"The order sent chills down Francis's spine. He gripped his phone so tightly, his knuckles turned white.Cecelia?She was the only one who had enough evidence to destroy him. His heart skipped a beat, then was seized by a mix of absurd anger and deeper panic."Impossible…" He muttered, his voice hoarse and dry, scraping in his throat. "She loved me so much…"The colleague shook his head, still believing it impossible too. "Yeah, everyone knows how much she loved you…"Francis loosened his tie, breathing hard. He suddenly shot to his feet, making his expensive chair slam into the bookshelf behind him with a loud crash

How many days had it been?Francis was like a headless chicken, using every connection he had. He searched everywhere, but he couldn't even find any trace of Cecelia.She had vanished, completely removed from his world. The woman who once had eyes only for him now refused to leave even the slightest sign behind.Francis slumped in the corner booth of a bar, his tie crooked, and his expensive suit jacket tossed aside. A crushing exhaustion and emptiness hung over him.He didn't want to go back to that "home" anymore. The place was now ruined, full of chaos, a place that reeked of Cecelia's absence and mocked his stupidity constantly. Every time he stepped inside, it felt like another knife twisting through his already broken heart.Under the dim, blurry lights, his phone suddenly lit up.It was a glaringly unfamiliar number.He frowned, wanting to ignore it, but somehow, his finger tapped the screen.No text.Just a few pictures, like a venomous snake punching its fangs straigh

Melody's crimes had been paid for. That dark, damp basement was now nothing but a prison for the monument to his own idiotic past.But… Could any of them bring Cecelia back?Could it erase the pain he had inflicted on her? The pain that cut so deep, it could never heal?Cecelia's empty gaze, the way her love faded away from her eyes, played on endless repeat in Francis's chaotic mind. Every memory was a dull knife, stabbing into his already mangled heart repeatedly."Celia…" Francis swigged down another mouthful of alcohol. The burning liquid seared his throat, but could not melt away the iciness he was feeling in his chest. Agonizing pain twisted in his stomach. He curled up, forehead pressed against his knees. Whenever his stomach hurt in the past, Cecelia would pull him into her arms, awkwardly rub his belly, and entice him into drinking a glass of warm honey water. Now, as the pain nearly killed him, he was surrounded by nothing but cold air.He had personally abandone

After returning from that sunlit island, Francis felt like all the strength had been drained from his body. It was so bright that his eyes were hurting. Every one of Cecelia's smiles burned into his shattered heart.No, he couldn't let it end like this!He owed her an apology, an explanation. Even if the odds were a million to one, he needed to try. With trembling hands, he sent a message.He used the excuse of agreeing to the divorce to ask Cecelia to meet him with a lawyer for the division of assets. It was clumsy, selfish… But he had no other option. The moment he pressed send, a huge wave of exhaustion hit him.The next day, Francis arrived two hours early.He sat by the window, at the same spot where he had confessed to Cecelia years ago. The city view outside was just as familiar, but his heart was unrecognizable anymore.He wore the custom suit she once complimented, his hair carefully styled to hide the fatigue and red eyes. But his fingers couldn't stop nervously rubbing