Chapter 60
I turned off my phone without reading the rest of his messages. I threw it into the trash can, unwilling to hear any more of his empty promises.
But as the plane took off, the flight attendant’s voice came over the speaker.
“Miss Irish, we’ve received an emergency call from the airport. Your husband has requested that you return. If you hear this, please contact our staff immediately.”
I froze in my seat. My heart raced, and my breathing grew shallow. The other passengers glanced at me curiously, but I didn’t care. What does this mean? How does Bobby know I’m on this plane?!
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Bobby’s POV
The letter lay on the nightstand beside the bed. Neat. Sealed in an ivory–white envelope that still carried Irish’s scent. But what was inside shattered my heart.
A divorce letter.N
My hands trembled as I pulled it out. The words were written clearly, flawlessly. No cross–outs. No hesitation. Just one sentence kept echoing in my mind: “We’re over, Bobby.”
Rage exploded instantly. I threw the letter onto the floor. It bounced and hit the bed frame. My breath came in quick, heavy gasps, and before I realized it, I was rushing to the wardrobe. I yanked it open. Empty.“]
All her things–clothes, bags–gone. Not a single trace left behind.}
“Irish!!” I screamed, my hoarse voice crashing against the silence of the room. No response. Only the haunting echo of my own voice answered me.
My hands were shaking as I grabbed my phone. I called Nadine, then Dimas, even Clara. Every friend of Irish I could remember from her stories.
“I don’t know, Bob.”
“She hasn’t come to my place. I haven’t talked to her in two weeks.“}]
“Sorry, I have no idea. I hope you find her soon.”
They all said the same thing. No one knew where Irish was. But I knew one place that might give me a clue.
Uncle Jack’s restaurant.
I sped off, tires screeching as I stopped in front of the place. It was still crowded. A few customers turned their heads as I stormed inside. I went straight to the counter.
“Where’s Irish?” I demanded loudly.
The staff who recognized me froze on the spot. One of them, a young woman named Amelia, lowered her gaze. The others pretended to be busy washing glasses.§
“I asked you, WHERE IS IRISH?!” I barked, slamming my hand on the counter so hard the glasses on the shelves rattled.}
“M–Mr. Bobby, we… we don’t know,” one man stammered.
“You think I’m joking?” I stepped forward. “If you don’t speak up, I’ll make sure this place gets shut down. I’ll burn it to the ground if I have to.”
The commotion started drawing attention. Some customers were already getting up, ready to leave. The atmosphere turned tense.}
Amelia finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “She… she went to the treasurer. She said she was going to London.“}
London?
I didn’t wait for another word. I was already on my way to the airport as the sky darkened. Rain poured heavily, as if mocking my madness tonight.
Once at the airport, I went straight to the international airline counter.}
“I need information. My wife, Irish–she probably boarded a flight to London today.“}
The staff looked at me, slightly startled. “I’m sorry, sir. For privacy reasons, we can’t disclose passenger information.”
“Please,” I pleaded, my voice quiet and desperate. “I just need to know if she’s on that flight. If you can… contact the plane. Tell her… I want her to come home.“”
The agent hesitated, then finally checked something on the computer. My heart almost stopped as I waited.
“There’s no one named Irish on the passenger list for any flight to London today, sir,” she finally said.}
Please check again! She must be on that flight. Or maybe there’s another flight to London today?” I was practically begging.”
She nodded and checked again–this time, longer.
But the answer was the same. “I’m sorry, sir. No one by that name.”
I left the airport with heavy steps. The night wind hit my face, cold and sharp, cutting to the bone.
The house felt like a cave. Dark. Empty. And… dead.}
The couch where we used to watch our favorite movies was now just a lifeless object. The curtains hung unevenly, letting in harsh streetlight reflections on the floor. I stood in the middle of the living room, staring into the emptiness gnawing at my chest.
“Everything was fine before…” I muttered. “Why did she suddenly leave?“%
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8:00 PM D
I wrapped my arms around myself, biting my hand to hold back the tightness spreading through my chest.”
“Where did you go, Irish…“N
Suddenly, the door opened. Rushed footsteps approached. Grace.M
“Bobby! Oh my God, I heard what happened… Are you okay?“}]
Without warning, she pulled me into a hug. Warm, but it felt wrong.
“What happened?” she asked with genuine concern in her voice.
“Irish… she’s gone,” I said, barely audible.
“Maybe she’s just trying to be dramatic,” she said quickly, trying to soothe me. “You told me yourself–she can’t live without you.”
“She left a divorce letter, Grace!” I snapped.N
Grace fell silent. Her face turned pale.§
“It’s just a bluff, Bobby. She’ll come back. I’m sure of it.”
I looked into her eyes. “Irish has never done this before. Sure, she gets mad, she gets jealous… about you. But I apologized. She said she forgave me. So why would she suddenly leave now?”
Silence. Something flickered in her eyes.
“You… you didn’t do anything, did you, Grace?” I asked sharply, suspicion rising.
“N–No!” she stammered. “Bobby… I can replace Irish. I’m better than her. If she’s gone, let her go… I’ll-“}]
Chanter 78
