MARK POV

I pulled into the driveway, exhausted. Another long day of both work and fun had left me drained, and all I wanted was to unwind and relax. I stepped out of the car and loosened my tie, eager to get inside and finally relax. When I entered the house, I saw Sydney sitting there, staring at me with her usual blank look. I barely spared her a glance while heading straight for my study.

"I want a divorce," Sydney said before I could even reach the sanctuary of my study.

Divorce? Ridiculous was the first word that came to my mind, and ridiculous it was indeed. The family business of Sydney's parents had been lent to the GT Group, which I owned. This was a contract that benefited both parties in every sense of the word. Sydney was only a woman I'd married, who depended on her parents and me for survival.

Divorce, huh? It was obviously her new way of crying for attention, like she was fond of doing. It used to be the pitiful demeanor she carried around her, which was enough to convince an outsider that she was being treated wrongly, even though that had never been the case. We'd been keeping up the married couple facade for three years already.

Now she was pulling a new stunt, which I wasn't going to fall for.

The next morning, I entered the dining room to have breakfast before leaving, but all I was met with was an empty table. A frown creased my brow as I asked one of the workers I was able to find lingering around.

"Where is she? And where's my food?"

"I've not seen her this morning, sir," the worker replied. Later on, I got a report from eyes who'd happened to see her leaving with her suitcase last night. Most of her things were also gone from her room. Oh. This perhaps had to do with the divorce thing she brought up. Did she expect me to fall for it or talk to her about it?

I shrugged off the thought, grabbed my suitcase and jacket, and headed out. She had probably just gone to her parents' house. Where else could she go? They would surely knock some sense into her head about how to be a good wife and send her back.

My eyes darted up from the files in front of me when my assistant entered the office. Without a word, he placed a file on the table in front of me with a curt bow.

this, sir," he said before

took off my glasses and pulled the file closer, flipping it open to find the emboldened words "Divorce Proceedings."

said to my assistant, who bowed again

but to me,

pride and joy, but also proof of my years of hard work and dedication. It was a large private equity firm based in Europe that specialized in investing in a

fundraising. We needed to secure a staggering $5 billion from investors worldwide. This was a critical moment for my firm, and the next month was going to be a whirlwind of activities. With me having to crisscross the globe and meet with potential investors from New York to Tokyo, London to

some

shredder and watching the machine devour every single one of them, before settling back down in

wasn't there. My nose was hit with a gust of stuffiness when I pushed

She'd not returned yet?

my

trying to call is no longer

I dialed again.

number you're trying to-" I cut the call with a grit to my

turned to my assistant. Get in touch with her parents, whatever you need to

room, both tired and exhausted. She'd successfully added more fuel to my already foul mood. I went into the shower, turned

I still felt that Sydney's disappearance was part of her elaborate scheme to get to me, and it did seem to be working because it seriously

only really take care of this after the next 3 months when I returned from my second trip. Before boarding the plane, I gave strict instructions to my assistant, "Find her before

and hurried to assist with my suitcase. I paused, turned my head back because something on the table in the corners caught my hand. When I moved closer to see, it was the wedding ring. The ring that was initially meant for Bella but ended up on

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