“I did take care of you, Harper. I gave you safety, money, comfort – everything I promised. Everything I would’ve given my wife. And Noa? She shared me with you. She suffered in silence. But now I see the truth. You were selfish from the start.”
I stepped back. My voice turned colder.
“Lila will beat my name, but you–you go back to being my niece–in–law. Nothing more than that. Us ends now.”
I walked away as Harper fell apart behind me. Screaming and crying and begging.
I didn’t look back once.
My assistant and I ran down every lead and cofitact.
And finally we set eyes on a warehouse on the outskirts of Brooklyn.
When I arrived, I found only scraps.
A shred of fabric. Faint bloodstains dried into the floot.
No bodies. Just silence.
They hadn’t just killed Noa and the twins. They’d taken their bodies too.
“Boss…” my assistant’s voice faltered. “What should we do now? The bodies–they might’ve already… taken care of them.”
1lit a cigarette with shaking fingers. “I don’t care how many morgues, dumpsters, or back alleys you have to dig through,” I said. “Find her. I want Noa’s body. Or her remains. And the twins.”
My voice cracked. “Don’t come back until you do.”
While my men combed the city, I returned to the mansion.
Noa had said she left something for me. A wedding gift.
I went to our bedroom. It was too quiet and empty.
On the bed sat a single envelope.
I opened it. Inside was a divorce agreement. Neatly signed and stamped. Noa completed her side.
Only my signature was missing.
She’d left me.
It hit like a punch to the chest.
I sank onto the bed, the paper trembling in my hands. I couldn’t breathe or think.
All those smiles, those soft words, those tenderness.
She never planned to stay. She was leaving me.
And why shouldn’t she? I had betrayed her. Over. And over. And over again.
The guilt came like a tidal wave. Heavy and merciless.
I broke.
The grief tore out of me in a soundless sob as I curled over the only thing she’d left behind.
The divorce agreement. Her final goodbye.
“I lost you,” I whispered, voice raw and broken. “I really… lost you, Noa.”
“I’m such an asshole. I don’t deserve you.”
The next moment was pure desperation.
I stood up and shouted into the silence. “Noa! If you’re here–if you’re anywhere–please….Please, I’m sorry. I see it now. I missed you. Please…”
But the room stayed still.
No voice or breath or reply. No Noa’s soft voice calling me ‘Honey‘.
Only the soft echo of my own heartbreak ricocheting off the walls.
