"In about twenty days, we''ll be signing the divorce papers. I''ll tell your


    grandmother that it was my idea. I won''t let you take any me. After the divorce, I''ll keep my mouth shut and won''t let anyone know I was ever married to you."


    The words tumbled out of her, one after another, her tone remaining calm throughout. She had thought she would lose control, yell at him, argue, maybe


    even cry.


    But as she spoke, it felt as if she had seen through it all. Nothing mattered anymore.


    "What are you talking about? Tell me, where..."


    Beep... beep... beep...


    Before Lionel could finish, the line went dead.


    In their three years of marriage, he had always been the one to hang up. Today,


    for the first time, Hannah had hung up on him.


    After ending the call, Hannah immediately blocked Lionel''s number.


    Then, she blocked him on WhatsApp as well.


    Staring at the blocked contact, Hannah felt a flicker of surprise.


    She had thought she would hesitate, that she wouldn''t be able to go through with


    it, that she would feel a pang of regret. But there had been no hesitation at all. It was as swift and decisive as throwing trash into a bin.


    It turned out that once love was gone, nothing hurt anymore.


    In the Rosenberg Group office, Lionel tried calling again, only to find it wouldn''t go through. The automated message sounded strange. Just then, Owen came in with some documents. Lionel had him listen to the recording.


    Owen''s mouth twitched. "Mr. Rosenberg," he said hesitantly, "I think... you might have been blocked."


    "Blocked?"


    Owen nodded.


    "Give me your phone!"


    Lionel took Owen''s phone and called Hannah. It rang for a few seconds before being disconnected. When he tried again, he got the same automated message.


    "Mr. Rosenberg, I think she blocked me too," Owen said meekly, holding out his hands for his phone.


    Lionel''s brow furrowed. After a moment of thought, he swept his teacup off the desk, sending it crashing to the floor.


    "Fine! She''s got guts! Ignoring my calls and now blocking me! Find out where Hannah is, right now!"


    "Mr. Rosenberg, that''s what I came to report," Owen said, handing him a file.


    "Our sources say Mr. Lancaster left a meeting halfway through


    yesterday. We followed himné


    him take a team to a derelicto building, and then... and then...


    saw


    Owen stammered, unsure how to deliver the rest of the news.


    "And then what?"


    "And then... M Lancaster carried an unconscious Mrs. Rosenberg out of the building and took her to the hospital. There were a fat


    Tot t of police. e


    at the scene." Owen flipped to


    another page. "She should be at this hospital now. It''s a private hospital owned by the Lancaster Group."


    Lionel''s anger slowly turned to shock as he processed Owen''s words.


    "You''re saying... Hannah was where?"


    "In an abandoned vi in the


    suburbs. Owen swallowed hard et


    remembering the phone call


    "Mr.


    Rosenberg, I think. I think she really was... kidnapped."


    When Hannah had called, both he and Sandra had been there. They had all


    heard it, but no one had believed her.


    He had even assumed Hannah was just trying to cause trouble because she knew Mr. Rosenberg was with Ms. Woods.


    But who would have thought she was telling the truth?


    Lionel snapped back to reality and strode out of the office.