Chapter 70: The Regret and Growth
Abigail's POV:
Abigail sat alone in her office, the dim glow of the city skyline casting long shadows across the sleek glass walls. Her fingers tapped restlessly against the edge of her desk, her perfectly manicured nails clicking in irritation.
It had been months—months since Samuel vanished without a trace. No sightings, no news, no rumors. Nothing.
Her private investigators? Useless.
The police? Useless.
Even the top-tier hackers she discreetly hired couldn't find a single digital footprint of him.
She clenched her jaw, her frustration boiling inside her. "How the hell can a man disappear like this?" she muttered under her breath, gripping the edges of her chair.
Samuel wasn't just missing. He had erased himself.
It made no sense.
The Samuel she knew—her Samuel—had always been weak, too beaten down to even think of running away properly.
But now?