One Night Stand, Eight Surprises: Pampered by My CEO Husband --- - Chapter 72: Chapter 72
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Arielle sat in Damien’s study, surrounded by untouched files and the bitter scent of his cologne still clinging to the air. She hadn’t slept. Her hands trembled as they gripped the edge of his desk.
Four days had passed.
No word.
No call.
No clue.
Only silence.
And silence, when wrapped around the man she loved, was deafening.
She scrolled through her phone. Every contact—Gwen, Jacques, embassy officials—had the same answer:
"We’re doing everything we can."
But nothing made sense. His jet had landed. His security had cleared the area. Yet no CCTV showed Damien exiting. No hotel check-in. No customs stamp. Nothing.
Vanished.
Like smoke.
At night, she lay in bed, his pillow hugged tight to her chest. Lily began sleeping beside her. Noah wouldn’t eat without his father.
She tried to stay strong, for the kids. For herself. But every second cracked her ribs from the inside out.
Was he hiding?
Was he hurt?
Was he…
She couldn’t say the word. Couldn’t let her mind taste that grief.
On the fifth day, she went to the airport.
She stood at the gate where he’d left. Her fingers traced the cold steel of the railing. She asked to see flight logs, security reports, interviews. She pleaded.
A kind officer handed her footage.
She watched it in a back room, heart in her throat.
Damien boarded.
She saw him.
But then… nothing.
The landing footage was clipped. Corrupted.
She leaned forward, narrowing her eyes.
In the background of the frame—just before the file glitched—she spotted a shadow. A man. Unfamiliar. Close to the plane.
Too close.
She sent the clip to Gwen with one word: Enhance.
Back home, she poured over his travel itinerary.
Then she found it. A private note tucked between briefings.
Scrawled in Damien’s handwriting:
“If anything happens, trust no one but Étienne. -D”
Her blood ran cold.
Étienne. His old bodyguard. The one who’d left after a scandal five years ago.
What did Damien know?
Why was he preparing for the worst?
The next morning, Arielle packed a suitcase.
She kissed Lily and Noah goodbye. Promised she’d bring their father back.
Then she boarded a plane to Venice.
And prayed to every god listening that she wasn’t already too late.
Four days had passed.
No word.
No call.
No clue.
Only silence.
And silence, when wrapped around the man she loved, was deafening.
She scrolled through her phone. Every contact—Gwen, Jacques, embassy officials—had the same answer:
"We’re doing everything we can."
But nothing made sense. His jet had landed. His security had cleared the area. Yet no CCTV showed Damien exiting. No hotel check-in. No customs stamp. Nothing.
Vanished.
Like smoke.
At night, she lay in bed, his pillow hugged tight to her chest. Lily began sleeping beside her. Noah wouldn’t eat without his father.
She tried to stay strong, for the kids. For herself. But every second cracked her ribs from the inside out.
Was he hiding?
Was he hurt?
Was he…
She couldn’t say the word. Couldn’t let her mind taste that grief.
On the fifth day, she went to the airport.
She stood at the gate where he’d left. Her fingers traced the cold steel of the railing. She asked to see flight logs, security reports, interviews. She pleaded.
A kind officer handed her footage.
She watched it in a back room, heart in her throat.
Damien boarded.
She saw him.
But then… nothing.
The landing footage was clipped. Corrupted.
She leaned forward, narrowing her eyes.
In the background of the frame—just before the file glitched—she spotted a shadow. A man. Unfamiliar. Close to the plane.
Too close.
She sent the clip to Gwen with one word: Enhance.
Back home, she poured over his travel itinerary.
Then she found it. A private note tucked between briefings.
Scrawled in Damien’s handwriting:
“If anything happens, trust no one but Étienne. -D”
Her blood ran cold.
Étienne. His old bodyguard. The one who’d left after a scandal five years ago.
What did Damien know?
Why was he preparing for the worst?
The next morning, Arielle packed a suitcase.
She kissed Lily and Noah goodbye. Promised she’d bring their father back.
Then she boarded a plane to Venice.
And prayed to every god listening that she wasn’t already too late.
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