Billionaire’s Ex-wife : Craving You

Chapter 117

HAZEL

PRESENT TIME

Two long and painful days have crawled by since my little girl disappeared, and the absence of any concrete developments. is becoming an unbearable burden. Each passing moment seems to stretch into eternity, leaving me increasingly on the precipice of losing my sanity. I often find myself standing in front of the mirror, reciting to myself like a desperate incantation that my beloved daughter is still out there, that she’s alive and will soon be reunited with me.

I staunchly refuse to relinquish the lifeline of hope, as it’s the one thing I can grasp onto in this overwhelming darkness. Splashing more water onto my face, I clung to the sink’s edge, releasing a heavy sigh that carried the weight of my relentless anxiety and heartache.

A soft, comforting knock on the bathroom door diverted my attention away from the bathroom sink. Ravel gently pushed the door open and entered the room. He watched me closely, his eyes reflecting the pain he tried so hard to conceal. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern. I stared at him, my gaze unwavering, and he quickly averted his eyes, realizing that it was an impractical question given the circumstances. “The detective is here to speak with us,” he informed me, trying to shift the focus.

I nodded in acknowledgment, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on my mind. “I’ll be down shortly,” I assured him, my voice steadier than my heart felt.

Ravel approached me, his strong arms enveloping me in a tender hug, and he planted a gentle kiss on my temple. “All of this will come to an end soon,” he murmured softly, “and our daughter will grow up, leaving these painful memories behind.”

I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer, and they flowed freely down my cheeks. “Yes,” I replied, my voice quivering, “I believe she’ll come back to us. We’ll watch her grow, and one day, she won’t remember any of this.” The hope in my words. served as a lifeline in the abyss of despair that had engulfed us.

Sniffling, Ravel buried his head in the crook of my neck, holding me close for a moment longer. “Let’s not keep the detective waiting. Perhaps he has some good news,” he murmured before placing one last tender kiss on my temple. Reluctantly, he released me and exited the bathroom, heading downstairs.

I spent a final moment scrutinizing my reflection in the mirror, wiping away any lingering traces of tears. Then, I followed Ravel downstairs. As I entered the room, I found Ravel offering a glass of water to the detective.

the glass and swiftly drank its contents, returning it to the housekeeper. He began with a somber tone, understanding that what he had to

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like to hear, but I’ll keep it

crossed, and my unbrushed hair cascaded. over my face, framing a picture of disarray that mirrored the chaos inside me. It was hard to recall the last time I had cared about such

news about my daughter?” The detective met my eyes with empathy and tried

outcome.”

his notepad. “I spoke with

such a denial be expected?” I quipped.

tone, proceeded with another question. “Can you tell me about your relationship

David?”

puzzled frown creased my forehead as I pondered the detective’s curious line of questioning regarding David. “David was my college mate, and over time, he became a dear friend and later a business partner. Why do you ask?” My confusion

increasingly inquisitive expression as he absently drummed his index finger

another unusual question. “What is his relationship with Ms. June?” His persistent focus

relationship,” I replied firmly. “At least not one that I’m aware of.”

divulged, “After my interview with her yesterday, she went directly to David’s place without any detours.” His revelation sent a frown rippling across my features. “If there’s no connection between them,

disturbing picture. “Wait a minute,” I spoke, my voice laced with incredulity, “June has been meeting with David?” This situation was becoming increasingly complex, like something out of a Hollywood drama. I turned to Ravel,

words. My patience dwindled, and I pressed him firmly, “Ravel,

saw her attempting to unplug the machine connected to Elenor while she was still unconscious, right?” I nodded in agreement. The detective listened attentively to our conversation. Ravel went on, “Well, Elenor told me something quite unsettling.

life had taken a sudden and surreal turn, as if I were a character