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.

contents, returning it to the housekeeper. He began with a somber tone, understanding that what he had to say

both

hear, but I’ll

beside Ravel, I felt a mixture of tension and exhaustion. My hands were 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

my daughter?” The detective met my eyes with empathy and tried to offer reassurance. “Not yet, ma’am, but please know that we are committed to

outcome.”

the detective continued, pulling out his notepad. “I spoke with Ms. June

offer a wry response. “Wouldn’t such a denial be expected?” I quipped. Ravel, recognizing my frustration, wrapped his arm

another question. “Can you tell me about your

David?”

of questioning regarding David. “David was my college mate, and over time, he became a dear friend and later a

as he

instead posed another unusual question. “What is

that I’m aware of.” I scrutinized the

sent a frown rippling across my features. “If there’s no connection between them, then I believe we should bring him in for

myself from Ravel’s comforting embrace, as the pieces of this bewildering puzzle began to form a 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

to carefully consider his words. My patience dwindled, and

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. She overheard June and my mother discussing plans to sabotage your

felt like my life had taken a sudden and surreal turn, as if I were a character in an