Irrevocably Mine

Chapter Four - Luke

Luke Deluca

"What do you mean you can't find her?" I hissed at Daniel Fields—the private investigator I hired to look for my wife. "She can't have disappeared into thin air. Find her!" I grated, my throat almost hurting.

"We will, Mr. De Luca," Daniel said in a determined voice, " but you've got to give us more time. She has been gone for a day." It wasn't a reasonable request for them to find her within twenty-four hours, however, I did not feel like being reasonable, Eden had left me, and I still haven't been able to process it. Gone for more than a day.

To be honest, I thought she was bluffing, and even snorted when she said she did not want a single penny from me.

"How long do you need?" I asked the highly recommended private investigator. I wanted Eden found as soon as possible, make her regret leaving me.

How dare she leave me? She had nothing, I gave her every f*****g thing she had.

The bitterness that came with knowing she had left everything I was referring to as though it meant s**t to her, angered me more than it hurt.

"Perhaps a week," Daniel answered in a confident tone. He looked confident that he would find her in that period, so I relented and gave him a week—seven days to tell me exactly where she went. And it better not be with another man because I would destroy anyone who touched her before reminding her whom she belonged to.

"So the uber driver said she boarded a train?"

Daniel nodded, taking out his phone and a small pocket notebook. I imagined it had everything I had told him about my wife, which brought me to the realization that I didn't know much about her as much I should have. There was a part of herself she hid from me, and that angered me as much as it saddened me, not that I would ever admit it.

She never trusted me. l know that now. She told me how her mom moved them from place to place, never having a place to call home. Even though I had sympathized with her, I had not really understood what impact that had on her neither did she talk of her mother often. She became so withdrawn when I broached the subject that she finally said she would tell me if I told her about my own childhood, but I couldn't. I like to think there is a heavy door tightly shut with my shitty childhood inside. No need to open it. I wish I had been persistent with her though.

Standing by the window of the penthouse apartment that had been our home after Daniel had left, I watched as the shaft of sunlight beamed at the horizon—a beautiful twilight in its magnificent shimmering golden strip beaming at me as if it hid a secret from me, perhaps it did because Eden loved watching the sun go down. it was her favorite time of the day. I found her here on numerous occasions when she wasn't working just watching, staring until moonlight completely covered the sun.

I was lonely, missing the hell out of her. I have made countless mistakes, but letting her go because of my wounded ego was the biggest one. I should have put her under lock and key, ridiculous, I know, knowing my Eden, she probably would have threatened to burn down the house even though she wouldn't have had a lighter.

She is feisty, beautiful, hardworking, and so f*****g smart I knew I wanted to keep her the first time I saw her. Her bright brown eyes shone with intelligence, mischief. A glint that told of how much fun she was to hang out with.

Damn it, Eden! where the f**k are you?

No matter how much I wrecked my brain, I couldn't figure out where she'd gone. The worst part was knowing she knew I would have tracked down the Uber driver, that's why she had waited for him to drive off before going to wherever she'd gone.

I couldn't stop wondering where she was.

Why couldn't she give me a chance to defend myself?

I moved from the balcony to the house, silence meeting me at the door as if we were friends, loneliness piercing me to the heart. I thought I would never be lonely again when I married Eve. I chuckled mirthlessly at how wrong I had been. It was back with a vengeance, getting back at me for having the audacity to drop it, to forget I was ever lonely, now it was the same as it had always been. Me, alone and lonely.

She had left me. I never thought she ever would. I was arrogant in my belief that her love for me would keep her by my side. She was different from every girl I had ever known since I was old enough to have s*x.

First, they wanted me because I was strong, dangerous, and I could f**k the hell out of them. Later, they wanted me for my money, Eden wanted me for me, loved me for who I am, not what I have. Most of the women I knew would stay with me whether I slept around or not.

Eden was not one of them. She had pride. She also loved herself, which was one of the reasons I wanted her the moment we met.

She knows who she is, her ability to acknowledge her strengths, her weaknesses. To understand that to succeed in this world, one needed to trust in themselves, and she did.

She once told me one of her greatest achievements was when she learned how to be kind to herself.

I had looked at her in confusion, bewildered at what she meant. She didn't tell me what she meant, she shrugged instead. Now I think I understand what that meant.

Eden did not need my money. She had herself. As long as she was living on her own terms, she will be okay. She has no place for a philandering husband.

As much as I liked her for it, I wished she was materialistic at least a little bit because it would have been easier to track her with money.