My Cold Infertile CEO Regretted Everything After Ten Miscarriages Chapter 05

My Cold Infertile CEO Regretted Everything After Ten Miscarriages Chapter 05

Three days later, Elias Voss’s conscience finally caught up with him. He remembered the wife who’d lost ten

babies for him.

He stopped at a flower shop and bought the bouquet I used to love most, trying to make it right.

But when he pushed open the bedroom door, the bed was perfectly made.I was gone.

He assumed I’d gone for a walk. He arranged the flowers in a vase and sat on the edge of the bed to wait.

Half an hour passed. I didn’t come back.

A bad feeling twisted in his chest. He opened the closet on instinct.It was empty.

My vanity was completely cleared out. The photo of us on the nightstand was gone too.

He stood and scanned the room. Every trace of me had been erased.

It was spotless, like I’d never lived there at all.

His phone buzzed. A message from Elowen Voss:7 p.m. Havenwood Bistro. Don’t be late.

He frowned, thinking it was just another business dinner, and typed back a quick Got it.

On his way out of the room, he bumped into a member of the household staff. He stopped them.

“Where’s the Mrs.?”

His tone was sharp. The staff member bowed politely.

“People from the estate came three days ago. They took Mrs. Voss away.”

Elias froze.He told himself it was fine.

They must have come to check on her after the miscarriage. Nothing to worry about.

But a cold unease settled in his bones. He thought of the text and headed to the restaurant anyway.

Inside the private room sat a young woman in a neat dress.A glass of cold tea sat untouched in front of her.

She stood when he entered and smiled nervously. “Mr. Voss. I’m Briar.”

Elias sat down without preamble.”What is this?”

Briar blinked, caught off guard by his bluntness. She twisted her glass between her fingers.

“It’s… a blind date. Our mothers set it up. Didn’t you know?”

A blind date?

Elias’s face darkened. His voice turned icy.”I’m married. Did you not know that?”

“Your mother said you’re divorced…”Briar whispered.

“Divorced?”Elias cut her off.

“Who said I’m divorced?”

Briar flinched at his tone but held up her phone.”She sent me this. Said it’s your divorce decree…”

Elias glanced down.

Red background, his personal information, dated three days prior.

His hand stilled. He pushed the phone back, his voice deadly cold.

“I don’t care who set this up. I’m still married. Don’t show up again. My mother’s old and confused. Don’t

encourage her.”

Briar’s face flushed red, tears stinging her eyes.”I was forced to come too. You don’t have to humiliate me…”

“Then tell your mother Elias Voss has a wife. She doesn’t need to meddle.”

He stood, shoving his chair back so hard it scraped loudly against the floor.

He turned and left without another word.

Briar called after him quietly,”But you are divorced…”

The divorce photo flashed in his mind. The empty room flashed too.

Something heavy slammed into his chest.

He ran to his car, sped all the way home, and skidded to a stop in the driveway.

On the entryway shoe cabinet lay a stack of papers. He stepped forward and picked them up.

It was a divorce agreement. My signature was already on the last page.

He grabbed the divorce decree tucked beneath it and flipped it open. Only his photo was there.

The decree slipped from his hand and clattered to the floor. He gasped for breath, muttering over and over.

“No. She wouldn’t divorce me.”

His hands shook as he dialed my number. Only a cold automated voice answered:

I’m sorry. The number you have dialed is no longer in service…