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and relax. I stepped out of the car and loosened my tie, eager to get inside and finally relax. When I entered the house, I saw
aid before I could even reac
f Sydney's parents had been lent to the GT Group, which I owned. This was a contract that benefited both parties
itiful demeanor she carried around her, which was enough to convince an outsider that she was being treated wrongly
new stunt, which I was
eaving, but all I was met with was an empty table. A frown creased my
e? And where
I got a report from eyes who'd happened to see her leaving with her
ce thing she brought up. Did she expect m
d probably just gone to her parents' house. Where else could she go? They would su
y assistant entered the office. Without a word, he pla
ee this, sir," he said
pen to find the emboldened words "Divorce Proceedings." I frown
said to my assistant, who bowe
like a smart game to her, but to me, it was non
y firm based in Europe that specialized in investing in a variety of sectors like consumer goods, services, fashion, medical
r my firm, and the next month was going to be a whirlwind of activities. With me having to crisscross the globe and meet with potential in
bringing some useles
ce, feeding them into the shredder and watching the machine devour every single one of the
till wasn't there. My nose was hit with a gust of stuffiness when I pushed the door to her bedroom open, and th
't retur
, picked up my phone,
call is no longer in use," came the
led a
trying to-" I cut the ca
my assistant. "Get in touch with h
sfully added more fuel to my already foul mood. I went into the shower, turned on the tap, let a torrent of co
and hadn't heard from her for a long time. Despite it all, I still felt that Sydney's disappearance was par
ned from my second trip. Before boarding the plane, I gave strict instructions
ad back because something on the table in the corner caught my eye. When I moved closer to see, i
Bella, the woman I loved, but Sydney, her sister. I felt like such a fool back then, standing in front of the congregation like nothing was wrong. I jus
nd photographers at every corner, I got into my car and pulled the damned ring off my finger. In
lying there in its own full circle of dust, I couldn't help
leaving the useless relic there and walking out the door. I sti
t of the car. I was quite popular, and a couple of people would often approach me
till did the job to an extent, with me adding some bizarre mysteriousness to my outfit. Sometimes I
me, when a woman brushed past me. The trail of her perfume danced over my face and slowly into my nose. The
ouldn't resist turning my head. Her figure was receding into the
ever seeing th