All Chapters of The Anniversary He Forgot: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

​"Happy fifth anniversary, Mrs. Swan."​Javier Lea smiled as she read the message on her phone, which had arrived at exactly eight o'clock that morning. Alex: I'll be home before seven, I have a surprise for you. She chuckled softly, thinking to herself, "So do I." Her fingers brushed against the white envelope tucked safely inside her handbag. Inside was a hospital report that read: Congratulations,You're eight weeks pregnant. Her heart skipped every time she thought about it. For five years, she and Alex had dreamed of hearing those words, and tonight, she would finally tell him.​She looked around the dining room one last time. The long table was beautifully decorated with white roses, candles, and their favorite dishes. At the center sat a small gift box wrapped in silver ribbon, containing a tiny pair of baby shoes. Javier smiled through happy tears, whispering, "I can't wait to see your face."​Just then, the grandfather clock chimed seven o'clock—right on time. She stood up a

​The room fell silent as Alex's phone continued vibrating on the bedside table. Camille Calling...​Javier didn't blink. She simply looked at the screen, and then up at Alex. "Answer it."​Alex frowned. "Javier..."​"You don't want to keep her waiting," she interrupted quietly.​He looked at the phone again. "It might be important."​A bitter smile crossed Javier's lips. "Of course. It always is."​The ringing stopped, but before Alex could say anything, the phone immediately began to buzz again. Camille Calling...​Alex let out a quiet sigh. "I'll tell her I'll call back." He swiped the screen and answered. "Camille."​Her voice was shaky on the other end. "Alex... I'm sorry to bother you again."​"What happened?"​"I think I left my passport at the hotel," she said frantically. "I can't find it anywhere. My flight documents, my ID... everything is inside."​Alex rubbed his forehead in frustration. "Did you ask the hotel staff?"​"I did. They said the ballroom has already been closed

​Alex's black Rolls-Royce screeched to a halt outside St. Mary's Hospital. Before the security guard could even step forward to greet him, Alex was already sprinting toward the entrance, his heartbeat thundering like cannon fire in his ears.​Please... let her be alright, he prayed desperately. Please let our baby be alright.​He rushed up to the reception desk, out of breath. "I'm looking for my wife."​The receptionist looked up, startled by his frantic demeanor. "Sir, may I have her name?"​"Javier Swan."​The woman typed quickly into her computer. A few seconds later, a frown marred her features. "Mrs. Swan checked in this morning."​Alex's heart clenched tightly. "Where is she?"​"I'm sorry, sir. She was discharged over an hour ago."​Alex felt the blood drain completely from his face. "Discharged? Yes, but... did something happen to her?"​"I'm afraid I can't disclose a patient's private medical information, sir."​Alex closed his eyes as a wave of defeat washed over him. He had

​The Warning​Alex remained frozen as the anonymous caller's words echoed relentlessly in his mind: "If you want to see your wife again... stop looking for her."​With eyes darkened by anger, he demanded, "Who are you?" But the line had already gone dead. Frustrated, he immediately dialed the number back, only to hear a robotic recording state that the number was unavailable. Slamming his phone onto the desk, Alex realized this was no coincidence. Someone had been watching him, watching Javier, and watching their marriage fall apart. Now, they were actively warning him to stop searching for his wife.​Camille's Secrets​The next morning at Swan Group Headquarters, Camille arrived much earlier than usual. She had barely settled into her office when her assistant knocked and entered.​"Miss Mia, Mr. Swan canceled today's schedule again," the assistant reported.​Camille lowered her eyes, admitting she already knew.​"He hasn't been to the office in two days, and the directors are begi

​The Warning​Silence swallowed the room. Alex stared at Camille, his voice barely a whisper. "You've spent six years trying to forget. What happened that night?"​Camille's fingers trembled as she stared at the frozen image of the black phoenix tattoo on the screen. Her face was completely pale. "I never thought I'd see it again," she whispered, slowly lowering herself into a chair.​She remained silent for a long moment, gathering the courage to speak, before finally taking a shaky breath. "The night before I left for Europe... I wasn't alone."​Alex frowned, stepping closer. "What do you mean?"​"I received a phone call," Camille explained. "They told me someone wanted to discuss my transfer. I thought it was from my company, so I went."​"Where?"​"An abandoned warehouse near the harbor."​Alex's expression darkened. "You went there alone?"​She nodded. "I was young. I didn't think anything was wrong. But when I got there, three men were waiting for me. They started asking strang