Chapter 8
Sloane never imagined he wouldn’t even care about his own child. Her pleas got louder, but Blake didn’t even glance her way.
After dealing with Sloane, Blake threw all his energy into finding me.
Whether it was filing police reports or putting up missing person flyers, he still couldn’t find a trace of me. The cops even said they couldn’t find any records of me existing-like I’d just vanished into thin air.
That’s when Blake remembered the question I’d asked on our anniversary. He’d answered that if he cheated, his punishment would be never finding me again.
Talk about prophetic.
Now Blake came home to an empty house every night, feeling nothing but cold. What used to be a warm, loving home now only brought him pain.
Suddenly, he remembered something. Before I left, I’d given him a small box, telling him to open it two days later-the day I disappeared.
But my disappearance had been so sudden that he’d completely forgotten about it until now.
Hope sparked in his chest.
Maybe there was an address inside. Maybe I was just mad and waiting for him to find me and apologize.
He carefully took out the box with trembling hands and opened it.
Inside lay a single ring-the wedding ring we’d both promised never to take off!
At that moment, his last shred of hope died.
He was drowning in regret now. Why the hell had he gotten involved with Sloane?
He’d just felt like ten years with only one woman was getting boring.
Plus, seeing all his friends at business dinners with different women on their arms had made him impulsive.
But he’d never planned to divorce me. In his heart, I was the only one he loved.
He never thought that chasing a little excitement would destroy ten years together and cost him the woman he loved most.
Yet none of this mattered to me anymore.
Since graduating and marrying Blake, I hadn’t touched lab equipment in years. I was pretty rusty.
I didn’t want to disappoint my professor, so I worked overtime every day, practically living in the lab.
The intense research schedule kept me too busy to think about the past.
Everyone at the research facility was friendly. We were all working toward the same goal, helping each other out whenever problems came up.
Before I knew it, six months had passed, and our first experiment had a major breakthrough. Everyone decided to celebrate
with a group dinner.
But I never expected to see the last person I wanted to see at that dinner.
