Chapter 11
He rushed to the front entrance and screamed at his assistant: “Find her! I don’t give a shit what it costs–use every contact we have! Turn this city upside down!”
His assistant was practically trembling: “Mr. Hawthorne, we’ve already checked everything. Mrs. Hawthorne didn’t book any flights or trains, no hotel reservations, no records of leaving the city or country…‘
Useless piece of shit!” Damien kicked over a flower pot, sending it crashing. “Keep looking! I want this entire ucking city searched until we find her!”
Damien collapsed back in our bedroom. It felt hollow and empty, with just the faintest trace of gardenias lingering
n the air–my scent.
He slumped onto the bed, burying his face in his hands. Memories flooded back–our happy moments together, all he pain I endured trying to get pregnant, everything I sacrificed for our family.
He grabbed his phone and opened an app he’d forgotten about–something I’d given him six months ago when I was about to give birth.
The loading screen showed our photo together. I was radiant with joy, his eyes soft and loving.
The app contained our entire relationship: meals I’d cooked for him, gifts I’d chosen, ultrasound photos from my pregnancy, records from all my IVF treatments… Every photo, every note was filled with love.
And he had never bothered to really look at any of it.
Only now did he discover that buried deep in the app was something massive–cutting–edge technology worth a fortune, enough to take Hawthorne Corporation to the next level.
But when he tried to access the final files, the screen displayed one cold message: “Damien permanently denied
access.”
I had taken everything back, including my love.
Damien felt like his heart was being crushed in a vice, the pain suffocating.
His assistant knocked and entered: “Mr. Hawthorne, still no word on Mrs. Hawthorne’s whereabouts… But we did pull some surveillance footage from before she disappeared…”
The assistant handed him a tablet.
Damien’s hands shook as he watched the videos over and over. Finally, he understood just how catastrophically
wrong he’d been about everything.
He shot to his feet, eyes bloodshot, about to leave when Sienna and her mother came stumbling in.
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Sienna threw herself at him, sobbing: “Damien! Noah’s sick! He’s crying for his daddy–you have to come see him…”
She kept blubbering: “I know you’re just upset because Brooklyn left, but you can’t let that bitch manipulate you like this. Don’t waste your energy being angry over someone like her…”
She started unbuttoning his shirt, her fingers trailing across his chest: “Damien, I know you still have feelings for me. Remember what you used to say? How you loved this dress on me, how you loved my perfume… Remember?”
She thought she could manipulate him like always–that all she had to do was seduce him and he’d give her
whatever she wanted.
Damien shoved her away violently: “Cut the fucking act, Sienna!” His voice was ice–cold. “How did I never see what a shameless piece of trash you are? And you had the balls to bring your mother here too? Cousin? What a fucking joke!”
He grabbed a stack of photos and hurled them at her: “Take a good look at your real ‘background‘! Escort service! That’s what you really are! Your fancy ‘education‘? Complete bullshit you paid for! You’re absolutely worthless!”
He pointed at her, his words dripping with venom: “You were never my cousin! You’re just some whore my greedy aunt dug up! A complete fraud! A pathetic gold–digger who’ll do anything for money!”
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