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    In his mind, Jeffry dismissed Lydia’s actions as mere childish fits. Unbeknownst to him, she had already made her departure.


    Jeffry cast a hurried nce at the clock, realizing with a jolt that he waste for his crucial meeting with the Morgan Group.


    Rushing through a quick ssh of water in the guest bathroom, he dashed out, oblivious to Lydia’s absence.


    The Harper family business was making strides into the burgeoning new energy sector, demanding Jeffry’s full attention throughout the day. It wasn’t until the evening that he finally had a moment to himself.


    The second he paused, Lydia’s image floated into his mind. He figured she would have cooled off by now.


    Pulling out his phone, Jeffry dialed Lydia, only to find the line engaged. What was happening? She was always quick to answer, never more than three seconds dyed.


    He attempted several more times, yet the oue remained unchanged.


    A shadow of frustration crept over his face as the realization hit him—he had been blocked.


    Seizing his coat, Jeffry marched out decisively.


    His driver was already at the ready by thepany’s entrance. Jeffry slid into the car andmanded in an icy tone, “To the apartment. And make it quick.”


    The driver, catching the severity in Jeffry’s eyes, wasted no time. He elerated hard, flirting with the boundaries of traffic lights, and whisked them to the apartment in just fifteen minutes.


    Jeffry’s gaze lifted to the unlit windows of the apartment, his brow furrowing further. Could Lydia be out? She rarely went out, only stepping out asionally to see her friend Elena, always back before his workday was done.


    Upon entering, Jeffry was met with the unsettling quiet of the living room.


    Everything was exactly as he had left it that morning. His suit jackety crumpled on the floor where he’d tossed it, and the marriage certificate on the coffee tabley undisturbed.


    Jeffry frowned. Had Lydia not even bothered to pick it up? Was she still sulking?


    His irritation swelled—while it was eptable for her to be upset, there were boundaries she ought not to have crossed. He had already been quite lenient, tolerating her fluctuating moods. But she couldn’t overstep.


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    He swung the bedroom door open, only to find it starkly vacant. She was nowhere in sight.


    A tide of irritation swelled in his chest, prompting him to yank at his tie, loosening it abruptly. Did she really run away from their home? Did she seriously resort to such dramatics to bait him into granting a divorce?


    He resolved not to pursue her. Surely, she would return once her temper had subsided.


    The apartment, which had never felt particrlyrge, now echoed with a hollow, unsettling emptiness.


    With a forceful m of the door, Jeffry stormed downstairs.


    The driver, caught off guard by his rapid reappearance, inquired tentatively, “Mr. Harper, have you left something behind at the office?”


    Jeffry’s icy stare silenced the driver instantly.


    The driver tensed, his posture rigid with difort. “Drive to Empire,” Jeffrymanded curtly.


    As the clock struck seven in the evening, the brimmed with activity. Streets buzzed with weary workers hurrying home, their footsteps echoing under the warm glow of streetlights that cast long shadows off soaring skyscrapers.


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