I Took His Pampering and Left Him Behind Chapter 05

The clock ticked past midnight. Marcus sat alone on the living room sofa of the mansion, leg crossed, phone in hand

He was waiting for Bonnie’s text.

Judging by every previous fight, she’d break down within two hours.

I’m sorry, Marcus.

I miss you.

Come home.

He could almost hear her soft, pleading voice.

Four hours had passed since he’d left the booth, and Bonnie hadn’t sent a single message.

This loss of control unsettled him. He dialed the man from the party. Indecent sounds blared through the speaker.

Marcus nearly crushed his phone.

“Did you touch her?”

The man on the line was confused.

“Something wrong, Mr. Parker?”

“Put Bonnie on the phone.” Marcus’s voice was tight.

A strange woman answered instead, and Marcus’s shoulders sagged in quiet relief.

“You like this type? I can send someone over right away.”

Marcus ignored the offer.

“Where’s Bonnie?”

“Oh, her? She bolted right after you left. And she kicked-”

Marcus hung up before he finished speaking, his frown deepening.

He stopped waiting and called Bonnie directly. The line rang endlessly, no answer.

His heart skipped.

He rushed to her walk-in closet. All her luxury bags and gowns sat untouched. Some of the

tension eased.

He thought he knew exactly what Bonnie was like. Fragile, spoiled, obsessed with nice things, addicted to luxury.

If she ran away, she would never leave all her designer possessions behind.

He called his assistant, his voice rough.

“Find her.”

Dawn broke. The assistant returned, hesitant.

“We’ve searched all of Reedhaven. There’s no trace of her. It looks like she left the city.”

Marcus’s tone was sharp, certain.

“That’s impossible.”

She never went anywhere without a driver. She flew on his private jet. She was far too pampered to squeeze onto a commercial flight.

Even more than that, he refused to believe she’d walk away from him.

Had all that helpless, dependent act been fake?

The assistant’s report hit him like a slap.

“Mr. Parker. She bought a one-way first-class ticket to Pembroke last night.”

Marcus’s knuckles whitened around his phone. One-way. No return booked.

The feeling of his pet slipping away made his temper flare.

“Freeze all her supplementary cards.”

He sneered, confident. She loved money more than anything. Once her funds dried up, she’d

come crawling back.

A week went by. Photos from his investigators landed on his desk.

Bonnie looked better than ever.

Marcus stared at the photograph for a long time.

There was no despair, no wilting flower without its sun. That fragile, delicate aura was gone. She looked bright, like a sunflower reaching for light.

For the first time in his life, Marcus realized something was slipping forever out of his control.