What the hell has she done to me?
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I rushed to our matrimonial home.
Empty.
"Where's Aurelia?" I demanded.
"I don't know, sir." The maid trembled.
I checked her room. Empty. Her closet too.
Did she really mean it that night?
Is it because of that f*****g guy who picked her up?
Why now? Why would she act this way toward me?
"Answer your f*****g call!" I growled, restless as I paced around OUR matrimonial home. A home she'd run away from.
The first call went unanswered.
I didn't stop. I dialled her number again and watched it ring endlessly.
"Hello?" A voice finally came through, loud music blasting in the background. But the voice didn't belong to Aurelia.
"Aurelia, this caller has been blasting up your phone." The feminine voice yelled.
"Who is it?" Aurelia finally spoke
