Chasing His Ex-Wife

CHAPTER 8

CHRISTIAN

“I can't track Ms. Isabella, sir.” Daniel said as he stood in front of my desk this morning. I stopped what I was doing and looked away from my laptop to my secretary who was looking at the floor. His face was blank as always which irritated me for some reason.

“What do you mean?” I asked him, my voice sharp yet calm. Even though I was no longer Bella's husband, that does not mean that I'll not look for her. We have known eachother for years and it felt right to know about his whereabouts. As soon as she had walked away that night after demanding divorce , I made my men keep an eye on her. It was not like I thought that she was cheating on me or anything but I wanted to make sure that wherever she was, at least she was safe.

“She was living with her bestfriend Eva for last few days but when I went to their shared apartment, it was locked. I even met her landlord and he told me that they have handled him the apartment this morning.” he replied nervously as my eyes turned cold. He told me as if we were discussing weather.

“Why did you leave your place? D8dnt i pay you enough to do your job?” I asked him. He usually keeps an eye on Bella through his car parked a few blocks away. Daniel had the audacity to look confused.

“I don't stay in front of their apartment stalking her day and night sir. I didn't know that you hired me to stalk your wife. Sorry, i mean ex-wife.” He reminded me, his voice was now suddenly confident as he spoke. “I can't keep looking at her through her window.” his voice was now turned sarcastic and I narrowed my eyes at him. He is working with me for years. He is good at what he does but stalking is not what he does.

“No one had told you to look at her through her window.” I snapped. For some reason I hated the idea that some other man was even looking at her. I know what I was doing was wrong, bit she had stopped answering my calls ever since we met at a cafe a few days ago.

“landlord told me that they have gone to a business trip.” Daniel muttered.

“Where?” I asked, I didn't mean to snap at him but I couldn't help it when I saw him shrugging as if it was no big deal but it was a big deal for me.

“I have no idea. The landlord knew nothing about them.” He said and I took a deep breath to calm myself but failed miserably.

“Then get the idea, i***t! I don't care how you get the information but next time we meet, I want to know where she has gone.” I shouted and for some reason Daniel did not seemed effected.

“Why are you searching for her now? If you cared about her so much then you should not have given her the divorce.” He said , his voice as calm as ever. Daniel has been working for me for about seven years. He had been loyal to me and I could even call him my friend considering that we have even spent our evening drinking our heart out. During those evenings i may or I may not have ranted about my life.

“That's none of your business.” I said as I turned around. I regret not asking about her business trip that evening. I should have asked her where she would be going. Daniel sighed.q

“I'll see what I can do.” He muttered under his breath before walking out of the office. I remained in my office, canceling all my meetings as I didn't feel like myself.

When I went back to my penthouse, silence greeted me like an old friend. There was no one sitting on the sofa watching over dramatic drama, or maybe cooking dinner in the kitchen. No one. It was absolute silence.

I signed before tossing my jacket on the sofa and loosening my tie. As I stood under the shower, washing away my tiredness of the day, I can't help but remember Isabella's laughter. I can't help but miss it.

Why didn't she tell me where she was going? I thought that we were friends considering that we were comfortable in each other's company but I can see that it was not the case for Isabella.

I walked out of the bathroom and stared at my empty bed. At this time she would usually be seated on the bed, her back against the bed rest and one of her many romantic novels in her lap. Her eyebrows would be pinched together in utter concentration. A smile came to my face as I remember how she was crying one night because one of the characters died in a book she was reading.

I miss that sight. I miss the familiarity I felt when she was here.

I was now sleeping in her room. The bed smells like her and it helps me calm down and get a dreamless sleep.

Isabella had never once demanded me anything regardless of me treating her so badly at the beginning of our married life.

I had refused to look at her, I didn't even say a word to her. I would be gone before she would ever wake up and come back home when she was fast asleep.

That changed when both of us had drank to our heart content at our family dinner. I don't even remember what happened but when we woke up we both were in my bed, stark naked. I remember that she looked as if she was attacked by a wild animal with the amount of hickeys plastered on her body. Nonetheless, she looked beautiful as always.

And so we began our relationship as strangers with benefits, though we weren't exactly strangers.

Now I have no idea where she is. I thought that with Daniel keeping eye on her, I don't have to think much but I was never so wrong in my entire life. Right now I missed her like crazy. Maybe, just maybe I shouldn't have agreed to divorce her.

Time does not stops for anyone and if certainly did not stop for me as five months went by with no trace of my ex-wife.