Drowning While He Fed Her Strawberries - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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The room was empty. Not just the space around me—my heart felt hollow too.
Sophie babbled beside me like an excited child, but for the first time, her words didn't make my pulse quicken. Why?
A name pulsed in my mind, relentless.
Emma.
I had to find her.
I bolted from the room, deaf to Sophie's protests. The house was eerily still when I threw open the bedroom door. My hands shook as I tore through drawers, the closet—nothing. Just empty hangers and silence.
She was gone.
A cold dread slithered down my spine. I called a private investigator, demanding answers.
What had Emma done before she left?
The report came fast. The investigator hesitated before speaking, his face grim.
"Ethan, records show Emma liquidated all her assets—every luxury, every piece—and funneled the cash into a single account."
My fingers tightened around the phone. "And?"
He exhaled. "That account? It's in Sophie's name now."
I confronted Sophie. She stammered, wide-eyed, clutching the card like a guilty child.
"Sh-she forced it on me! I never asked for—"
"Ethan, please, don't be angry."
I checked the balance. Over a million—gone. Only scraps remained.
Back at the office, I became consumed. I traced Emma's steps, digging through every transfer, every email. She'd tied up every loose end, ensuring no reason—no excuse—to return.
Where would she go? She had no family.
Then it hit me.
Her teacher.
I chased the lead like a man possessed, finally uncovering her location.
This time, I'd swallow my pride. I'd make her see—I love you. Come home.
If she refused, I'd try again. And again.
But I failed.
The reasons she left played like a nightmare behind my eyelids. The distance between us stretched into an abyss, and regret devoured me whole.
When she stepped into that car, I knew—she was free.
And I?
I'd remain here, trapped in the ruins of us, while she walked into the light.
The End.
Sophie babbled beside me like an excited child, but for the first time, her words didn't make my pulse quicken. Why?
A name pulsed in my mind, relentless.
Emma.
I had to find her.
I bolted from the room, deaf to Sophie's protests. The house was eerily still when I threw open the bedroom door. My hands shook as I tore through drawers, the closet—nothing. Just empty hangers and silence.
She was gone.
A cold dread slithered down my spine. I called a private investigator, demanding answers.
What had Emma done before she left?
The report came fast. The investigator hesitated before speaking, his face grim.
"Ethan, records show Emma liquidated all her assets—every luxury, every piece—and funneled the cash into a single account."
My fingers tightened around the phone. "And?"
He exhaled. "That account? It's in Sophie's name now."
I confronted Sophie. She stammered, wide-eyed, clutching the card like a guilty child.
"Sh-she forced it on me! I never asked for—"
"Ethan, please, don't be angry."
I checked the balance. Over a million—gone. Only scraps remained.
Back at the office, I became consumed. I traced Emma's steps, digging through every transfer, every email. She'd tied up every loose end, ensuring no reason—no excuse—to return.
Where would she go? She had no family.
Then it hit me.
Her teacher.
I chased the lead like a man possessed, finally uncovering her location.
This time, I'd swallow my pride. I'd make her see—I love you. Come home.
If she refused, I'd try again. And again.
But I failed.
The reasons she left played like a nightmare behind my eyelids. The distance between us stretched into an abyss, and regret devoured me whole.
When she stepped into that car, I knew—she was free.
And I?
I'd remain here, trapped in the ruins of us, while she walked into the light.
The End.
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