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They couldn’t understand why I’d been at the hospital for so long, but then both men broke out in cold sweat as a terrible possibility crossed their minds.
Nathan floored the gas pedal and raced to the hospital, covering what should’ve been a thirty–minute drive in fifteen minutes. When he got out, his legs nearly gave way and Hunter had to steady him to keep him from collapsing.
They ran through the hospital until a nurse stopped them, and Nathan finally managed to ask: “Where’s Jessica Valence?”
The nurse seemed confused for a moment, flipped through her notes, then said with recognition: “She left. She rested for half a day after her procedure and then left.”
A deafening buzz filled Nathan’s head as he repeated her words in a daze: “Procedure? What procedure?”
Hunter lost it too, grabbing the nurse by the shoulders and shouting: “Tell us! What procedure?”
The nurse backed away in fear, her voice trembling: “An… abortion.”
Nathan’s vision went completely black as all sound seemed to fade into the distance, and he collapsed to the floor.
When he woke up, Hunter was sitting beside him with bloodshot eyes and stubble covering his jaw from the past few hours. He was staring at a photo of Jessica, lost in thought.
Nathan threw off the covers and headed for the door while Hunter chased after him, trying to defend me: “Don’t blame her. She was just upset, and we were wrong too. After everything she went through-”
“I don’t blame her,” Nathan cut him off, pausing as if the pain was unbearable. “I just want to find her and help her recover.”
With that, he strode out of the room.
Both men immediately used every connection they had to search for me, but after three days, they’d found nothing.
Meanwhile, I was on a small island in the Maldives where Dad had given me a house that only he knew about.
Dad didn’t ask why or what had happened–just one question: “Is this really what you want?”
I nodded and said yes.
Before leaving, I’d also changed my last name–not Valence, not Castillo, but Parker. Jessica Parker.
The house was close to the beach, so every morning I woke to ocean breezes drifting through my windows. In my spare time, I’d walk along the shore collecting shells, and when I needed social interaction, I’d volunteer. I didn’t lack money or time.
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My only wish was to be left alone, with no one to disturb me.
On the other side of the world, Nathan and Hunter were consumed with desperation.
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They’d been searching for a month but still came up empty–handed. The happiest person by far was Rebecca, who lived more comfortably than ever with me gone and gradually started claiming my belongings as her own.
One day when Nathan came home defeated again, he found Rebecca sitting in our bedroom wearing my pajamas and using my skincare products. When she spotted his reflection in the mirror, she playfully winked at him.
“Nathan, come here and help me put my hair up.”
She extended her delicate fingers and tried to seduce him just like old times, but she was so overconfident that she missed how dark Nathan’s expression had turned.
The next second, he dragged her out of the room and threw all those bottles and jars at her: “Since you want them so badly, take them!”
Rebecca got hit in the face and turned bright red with rage: “Nathan Atlante, do you think I’m some beggar? I don’t want this junk!”
She kicked one of the containers at her feet, and the noise made Nathan’s head pound. He finally reached his breaking point and pointed toward the front door: “Did you not hear me tell you to get out? I already found you an apartment–why are you still hanging around here like a parasite?”
Rebecca screamed back: “I’m not leaving! This is my home!”
“You’re just taking out your anger on me because Jessica won’t come back! What kind of man are you?”
“Hahaha, let me tell you something–she’s never coming back! That’s what you get for being greedy. That night when we were together, Jessica saw the whole thing!”
Nathan’s head buzzed like a snapped wire, and by the time he came to his senses, he’d already slapped Rebecca to the ground.
Rebecca was stunned, holding her face in disbelief. At that moment, Nathan’s last trace of love for her completely
died.
He looked down at her the same way he’d looked at me three years ago and coldly called security to drag her out.
When the butler tried to intervene, Nathan’s words stopped him cold: “If you don’t want to work here, you can leave
too.”
All the servants held their breath, understanding that Rebecca was completely finished. Even Hunter stopped caring about her, letting her waste away in various bars.
Another month passed, and Hunter came running to Nathan with excitement. By then Nathan was on the verge of giving up–over eighty days and nights had left him mentally and physically exhausted.
But Hunter brought good news: “I hacked into Dad’s email and found Jessica’s address!”
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