The CEO’s Hidden Bride: Leaving After 2555 Days - Chapter 14: Chapter 14
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Lucas tore through the mansion—checking the grand parlor, the master suite, even Evelyn's favorite reading nook by the bay window. Nothing. Walter arrived breathless after hearing the disturbance.
Seeing Lucas's disheveled appearance and wild eyes, Walter finally dared to ask, "Mr. Sinclair... why did you consent to the divorce?"
Divorce? The word struck Lucas like a physical blow.
Evelyn had never mentioned divorce. So why did everyone act like he'd initiated it? His thoughts spun as fragments of memory surfaced—Natalie's odd behavior at the bistro, the untouched plane ticket in his drawer, Evelyn's cryptic words that morning about "giving him what he truly desired."
His chest tightened. That last part—what had she meant?
He barked orders at his assistant to locate Evelyn while he sped off in his car. The brownstone where she'd lived before their marriage stood desolate, windows shuttered with plywood.
A neighbor watering roses called out, "Oh, Miss Winslow? Came by yesterday clearing out belongings like she was moving abroad."
His phone chimed. The assistant's text glowed on screen: "Sir, Mrs. Sinclair purchased a one-way ticket to Veridian Isles two weeks ago. Departed 7:05 AM."
Veridian Isles. Not just another neighborhood. Another continent.
The steering wheel creaked under Lucas's grip. This made no sense—Evelyn had fought to marry him, clung to their vows through every storm. What could've shattered that devotion?
After demanding the next flight to Veridian, Lucas slumped in the driver's seat. His dying phone displayed the blocked chat icon where Evelyn's messages used to appear.
Fumbling for the glove compartment charger, his fingers brushed stiff parchment. The sealed envelope he'd ignored for weeks.
This time, he ripped it open.
The words "Dissolution of Marriage" swam before his eyes. Hands trembling, he forced himself to scan each page. Then—his own signature glared up at him from the final sheet.
Impossible. He'd never sign this. Never.
Then he remembered—that rainy evening a month ago. Evelyn pressing a document against his chest, murmuring "a gift" as he scrawled his name without looking. The way she'd tucked it in his car afterward, reminding him daily to "check the paperwork."
The divorce had been finalized for thirty days. And he'd been oblivious.
The pages burned his palms. Now he understood Evelyn's departure.
She'd seen the hesitation in his eyes whenever Isabella's name arose. Convinced he'd return to his ex, Evelyn had granted his supposed wish before he could voice it.
Her "gift" had been freedom. The one thing she believed he truly wanted.
Seeing Lucas's disheveled appearance and wild eyes, Walter finally dared to ask, "Mr. Sinclair... why did you consent to the divorce?"
Divorce? The word struck Lucas like a physical blow.
Evelyn had never mentioned divorce. So why did everyone act like he'd initiated it? His thoughts spun as fragments of memory surfaced—Natalie's odd behavior at the bistro, the untouched plane ticket in his drawer, Evelyn's cryptic words that morning about "giving him what he truly desired."
His chest tightened. That last part—what had she meant?
He barked orders at his assistant to locate Evelyn while he sped off in his car. The brownstone where she'd lived before their marriage stood desolate, windows shuttered with plywood.
A neighbor watering roses called out, "Oh, Miss Winslow? Came by yesterday clearing out belongings like she was moving abroad."
His phone chimed. The assistant's text glowed on screen: "Sir, Mrs. Sinclair purchased a one-way ticket to Veridian Isles two weeks ago. Departed 7:05 AM."
Veridian Isles. Not just another neighborhood. Another continent.
The steering wheel creaked under Lucas's grip. This made no sense—Evelyn had fought to marry him, clung to their vows through every storm. What could've shattered that devotion?
After demanding the next flight to Veridian, Lucas slumped in the driver's seat. His dying phone displayed the blocked chat icon where Evelyn's messages used to appear.
Fumbling for the glove compartment charger, his fingers brushed stiff parchment. The sealed envelope he'd ignored for weeks.
This time, he ripped it open.
The words "Dissolution of Marriage" swam before his eyes. Hands trembling, he forced himself to scan each page. Then—his own signature glared up at him from the final sheet.
Impossible. He'd never sign this. Never.
Then he remembered—that rainy evening a month ago. Evelyn pressing a document against his chest, murmuring "a gift" as he scrawled his name without looking. The way she'd tucked it in his car afterward, reminding him daily to "check the paperwork."
The divorce had been finalized for thirty days. And he'd been oblivious.
The pages burned his palms. Now he understood Evelyn's departure.
She'd seen the hesitation in his eyes whenever Isabella's name arose. Convinced he'd return to his ex, Evelyn had granted his supposed wish before he could voice it.
Her "gift" had been freedom. The one thing she believed he truly wanted.
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