The clock on the wall showed 3 a.m.
The wedding anniversary had already passed.
Clara still had not come back.
She really had not returned.
Julian took another gulp of alcohol; the burning liquid slid down his throat, leaving a dull ache in his chest.
He called her phone—still switched off.
The message went through, but there was no response.
He sent people to the police station to ask and was told Officer Lane had not reported to work and had taken leave.
He checked several places she usually went, but found nothing.
Julian found it almost laughable.
Was she really using disappearance and total silence to defy him, forcing him to send Scarlett away?
Was it really necessary over something like this?
She was his lawful wife. Even if he had someone outside, wouldn’t he still come
