RedNovelChapter 11
He was panic,he yanked open the bedside drawer, telling himself she'd probably
just hidden the photo because she was angry about recent events.
But the drawer was completely empty. Not just missing the frame-missing everything. He pulled open the closet
doors to find nothing but empty hangers.Elaine had taken all her belongings.
His jaw clenched as he gritted his teeth.
Did she honestly think this would make him pay attention to her? He had made it abundantly clear-Sophia was
the only woman who would ever matter to him, and soon, the only exception would be their child.
All he could offer Elaine was the title of Mrs. Chase. Nothing more.
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Despite these thoughts, his feet carried him out of the room. Before he knew it, he was sitting in his car.
He annoyed with himself, and was about to head back inside when something caught his eye-something poking
out from under the seat.
He didn't recognize it. Leaning over, he fished it out from the crack-and froze.
A divorce certificate.
With shaking hands, he opened it. The names leaped off the page:
Alistair Chase. Elaine Faerwyn.
"This is important. Don't you want to see what it is?"
Elaine's voice echoed in his mind. He couldn't tell if he was more angry or panicked.
He slammed the door, locked it, and started the engine in one fluid motion. The car tore toward the Faerwyn
estate, arriving in front of the gates fifteen minutes later.
Sitting in the car, his face like thunder, he pulled out his phone and dialed her number.
The seconds ticked by excruciatingly slowly. His irritation mounted with each unanswered ring.
Then the call disconnected automatically, and he suddenly remembered how Elaine had called him repeatedly
not long ago.
Before he'd been so worried about the baby that after refusing to share blood for her father, he'd hung up on her
and ignored her subsequent calls.
Had she felt this sfrustration and anxiety when she couldn't reach him?Or maybe worse-more helpless,
more desperate.
Because her father had been dying on an operating table, waiting for blood that never came.He called again and
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Her voice was hoarse, like she'd just finished crying, but despite her obvious exhaustion, she responded.
"It's the middle of the night. What do you want?"
The accusations he'd planned to hurl but he fell silent finally.
Elaine waited patiently, but when he didn't speak, she frowned and was about to hang up when he finally found
his voice.
"Cdownstairs. We need a talk."
He was about to end the call when her sudden laughter stopped him. "What?"
"You're outside my house?" she asked instead of answering. He hesitated, then confirmed with a grunt before
demanding, "Where did you get a divorce certificate?"
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