Chapter 6\u00a0<\/p>\n
BECKETT\u00a0<\/p>\n
(95)\u00a0<\/p>\n
The day had drained me as I stepped back into the house, my thoughts still tangled from the argument with Dylan. I had an urgent meeting that I had to attend to, so I need to go back to my office. I figured it would also give us both time to cool off. There was too much to process, and even I was struggling. The idea that the choice Sarah and I made before my wedding had led to a child was still hard to wrap my head around. Chase was an incredible boy, but his presence had become the storm that might break my marriage.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck. I knew this situation was tough for Dylan, but it was hard for me too. All I wanted was for her to understand. This wasn\u2019t just about me or Sarah anymore\u2013it was about Chase. He deserved to have his father in his life. I thought Dylan would be mature enough to see the bigger picture, to look past her feelings. But instead, she acted like the headstrong, impulsive woman that she always was- her needing to have everything in her way.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Signing the divorce papers earlier had been a mistake. I didn\u2019t mean to actually go through with it. Dylan had pushed me to my limit, throwing around divorce as a threat like she always did. This wasn\u2019t the first time she\u2019d used it during an argument. I\u2019d signed the papers out of frustration, a mix of anger and exhaustion, hoping it would shock her into stopping. I never planned to file them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stopped outside our bedroom door and took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. I needed to talk to her again, but this time, without yelling or blame. We had to find a way to work through this mess together.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When I opened the door, the lights were on, casting a soft glow across the room. She was here. My eyes went straight to the table where I\u2019d left the divorce papers. They were gone. Relief rushed through me\u2014maybe she\u2019d finally reconsidered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDylan-\u201d I called, stepping further into the room. But I froze when the bathroom door opened. It wasn\u2019t Dylan who walked out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was Sarah.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She wore a bathrobe, her wet hair framing her face, and she looked startled to see me. My brows furrowed as confusion swept over me. \u201cSarah, what are you doing here?\u201d I asked, my tone sharper than I intended.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She hesitated before giving me a small, nervous smile. \u201cI saw the maid cleaning earlier, so I offered to help tidy up. I got all sweaty while I was cleaning and decided to take a quick shower. I didn\u2019t think you\u2019d be back\u00a0<\/p>\n
so soon.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I raised my eyebrow as I looked at her. It\u2019s already almost midnight, so it\u2019s hard to believe that she wasn\u2019t expecting me to find her in this state. But I\u2019m still giving her the benefit of the doubt. I pushed that idea aside. \u201cSarah, you didn\u2019t need to do that. I have staff to handle it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She shrugged, brushing off my words. \u201cI wanted to help. It\u2019s my way of saying thank you for all you\u2019ve done-\u00a0<\/p>\n
for me and Chase.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I sighed, tension tightening in my chest. \u201cChase is my son, Sarah. Taking care of him is my responsibility, not something you need to thank me for.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She took a step closer, her expression softening. \u201cStill\u2026\u201d Her gaze lingered a little too long, and she reached\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Chapter 6\u00a0<\/p>\n
out as if to touch my chest. Instinctively, I stepped back. The movement was automatic, but it was enough to make her stop in her tracks.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She quickly dropped her hand, her face flushing. \u201cI\u2013I\u2019m sorry,\u201d she stammered, flustered. \u201cI didn\u2019t mean-\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t need to apologize.\u201d I said firmly, though my tone came out harsher than I\u2019d intended. \u201cBut you should leave my room. Dylan won\u2019t like it if she sees you here, and I don\u2019t want her to get the wrong idea.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her shoulders slumped, and she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. \u201cYou\u2019re right. I\u2019m sorry if I overstepped.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Without another word, she brushed past me and left the room. the faint scent of her shampoo lingering in the air. I let out a long, heavy sigh and ran a hand over my face. The weight of the day settled on my shoulders like a lead blanket, dragging me further into exhaustion.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The last thing I needed was for Dylan to walk in and see Sarah here. It would\u2019ve been a disaster, pouring gasoline on the fire that was already threatening to consume our marriage.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I glanced toward the wall clock, my brow furrowing when I realized something. It was already past midnight The realization struck me\u2014if Sarah had been in here, it meant Dylan hadn\u2019t returned to our room for a while. If she wasn\u2019t here, then where could she be\u00a0<\/p>\n
A knot of unease tightened in my chest as I pulled my phone from my pocket. I dialed Dylan\u2019s number. hoping to hear her voice or at least find out where she was. But instead of the line connecting. I heard the faint sound of a ringtone coming from inside the room. My eyes darted to the nightstand drawer, and my frown deepened.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Pulling it open. I found her phone lying there, the screen lighting up with my call.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDamn it, Dylan.\u201d I muttered under my breath, frustration and worry twisting inside me. She\u2019d left without her phone? That wasn\u2019t like her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I leaned against the drawer, my mind racing. Where could she have gone at this hour without her phone? And why hadn\u2019t she told me\u017e\u00a0<\/p>\n
Every possibility that crossed my mind only made the sinking feeling worse. Wherever she was, I needed to find her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
AD\u00a0<\/p>\n
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