The Don’s Eternal Loss Chapter 06By Novel7s / August 12, 2026 The Don’s Eternal Loss Chapter 06“Now you’re panicking?”Elena cut him off, her voice burning with a sharp edge of fury. “How many times did she call you before, and when did you ever pick up?”“Did you ever reply to a single message she sent?”“And now you’re crying because her phone is off.”“Michael, where were you during the entire year she kept her phone on twenty-four-seven waiting for your call?”Michael stayed silent.Elena hung up right in his ear.He moved on to my other friends.One claimed they had no clue.Another muttered, “I figured you stopped caring where she went ages ago.A third stayed quiet for a long time before saying, “Michael, if you have an ounce of a conscience left, stop looking for her.”Silence weighed heavily over the manor.No calico cat dashed over to brush against his ankles, nor did the sound of my voice drift out from the kitchen asking what he wanted for dinner.He sat alone on the sofa, staring into the hollow rooms until an envelope resting on the coffee tablecaught his eye.A short note sat inside.“Don’t bother looking for me.”“If you’re really that curious, go check Isabella’s chat history.”A little past nine that night, Michael forced his way into the family office and booted upIsabella’scomputer.Message after message from Isabella stared back from the chat logs.“Vivian, Michael said this shirt was bought for him by you.”“So ugly.”“He hasn’t liked it in ages, just too polite to toss it.”“Vivian, Michael stayed out late entertaining clients tonight, so I whipped up a late-night snack forhim.”“He said my cooking tastes better than yours.”“Vivian, this silver bracelet was a birthday gift from Michael.”“He mentioned you have one just like it? What a coincidence.”Attached below was a photo.A silver bracelet dangling a tiny star charm.I genuinely owned an identical one.Michael gave it to me on our first anniversary.He told me the star was me, and he was the unseen dark star orbiting around me forever.He scrolled further down.Stopping at a conversation dated the day before I liked his Instagram post.Isabella: “Vivian, Michael said you’ve just got too much idle time on your hands to let your imagination run wild.”“If I were you, I’d find a productive hobby instead of staring at another woman’s boyfriend all day.”“Oh right, Mrs. Lombardi made vegetable soup for me today.”“She said it’s your favorite?”“First time trying it, actually pretty good.”The final message hit at ten o’clock that evening.“Vivian, ignoring me now? Are youmad?”“So petty.”“I’m just Michael’s little secretary, after all.”Michael snapped the laptop shut.I boarded a flight to a brand-new country shortly after.Renting out a compact apartment, life felt surprisingly decent.The only hiccup was Mochi hiding under the sofa refusing to come out, peeking out with two roundeyes to survey the unfamiliar ceiling with cautious suspicion.I squatted down and locked eyes with her.“I know.”“I’m not used to it either, but it beats staying where we were.’By the fourth day of settling in, I was back to work.Watching patients recover under my care brought a quiet healing to my exhausted soul.A week later, Elena flew out for a visit and a catch-up dinner.Oyer the meal, she mentioned that Michael had spent several days waiting for me outside my oldhotel.He even tracked down her clinic looking for answers.Elena let out a dry, cynical scoff. “Always showing up at the wrong place and time. He never understood your ambitions in the first place.”Before her words fully faded, my phone buzzed against the table.A message flashed from an unknown number.“Vivian, it’s me.”
