Mr. Harrison, Wake Up—Your Wife's Gone novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Tears fell endlessly, as if they’d never stop.

Why couldn’t she ever hold onto what she wanted to keep?

Family, lovers, the Visconti legacy, and now… her child.

She couldn’t hold onto any of it.[]

She’d tried everything to grasp these things, but like sand through her fingers, no matter how tightly she squeezed, they all disappeared in the end.

She felt so powerless.

Amelia pressed her hand to her stomach, then clenched it into a fist.[]

She still wasn’t strong enough.

She couldn’t keep staying by someone’s side, couldn’t rely on anyone as her safe harbor.]

She had to fight.

Her career–she’d seize it with her own hands.[]

The Visconti family–she’d restore it.

The truth about her father’s death–she’d uncover it.[]

And her mother…]]

She’d pour everything into this fight. That way, it wouldn’t hurt anymore.[]

Amelia cried for a long time, until she had no tears left.[]

Even the pain seemed to disappear. She felt numb.[]

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Being emotionless wasn’t so bad.

Thinking this way, she felt she could keep going.]

When Harper and Louie returned, Amelia had composed herself.]

“Here, Mia, drink this soup.” Harper opened a thermos container, smiling. “See if you like it.“]

Amelia accepted it–vegetable and meat congee that smelled wonderful.[]

Under Harper’s expectant gaze, she tried a spoonful. It was delicious.[]

“It’s really good,” Amelia said.[]

“If it’s good, eat more.” Harper looked at Amelia’s pale complexion. “Get better soon.”

on.“[

Amelia nodded firmly. She would get better.

Louie also told her about things he’d learned during his communications.[]

While they talked, elsewhere, Nathan opened his eyes on his office couch.

His suit jacket from yesterday covered him like a blanket. The ashtray on the side table was full of cigarette butts.[]

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This was his apartment near the company–when work got intense, he’d stay here overnight. After marrying Amelia, he’d rarely used this place.[]

The throbbing in his head was uncomfortable. Instinctively, he reached for his phone.[]

Scrolling through his messages, he unconsciously passed countless notifications, flipping through several pages until he found Amelia’s conversation thread.

There was still only the message he’d sent her: Told Grandpa you were sick yesterday. This weekend you’re coming to family dinner. No excuses.]

Frowning, he tossed the phone aside.[]

Nathan sat up, rubbing his temples, then stood and walked barefoot to the bathroom.]

He turned on the tap and splashed cold water on his face, trying to wake himself up quickly.[]

But strangely, his mind flashed to years ago when he’d pulled similar all–nighters for company business and felt this same foggy exhaustion.[]

Back then, Amelia had been by his side. She’d worked late with him, handling company affairs, sharing the burden of corporate transformation.[]

He remembered that day–he’d done the same thing, using cold water to snap himself awake, and Amelia had stood beside him with a clean towel.]]

Seeing him turn around, she’d wiped his face like he was a puppy, then tousled his wet hair dry.[]

When he’d frowned and taken the towel away, she’d gently massaged his temples.[]

“Does that feel better?” Her gentle voice still echoed in his ears.

Hearing her voice, his exhausted heart had seemed to find peace.]

“We should get results today, right?” she’d said then. “Nathan, what do you want for dinner? I’ll make it for you.

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He’d eaten at Michelin–starred restaurants around the world for business dinners and other occasions, but his favorite food was still what she cooked

for him.

Simple, homey, but warm enough.[]

That day, before he could say what he wanted to eat, the phone had rung.[]

The news was unexpectedly good–better than he’d imagined.[]

He’d put down the phone, turned around, and hugged her, spinning her around right there at the bathroom sink.

His sudden action had startled her. When he put her down, her eyes still held deer–like panic.[]

So cute.

He’d chuckled softly and kissed her.[]

Splash, splash…

Water from the tap continued flowing into the sink.[]

Years later, Nathan looked up at himself in the mirror.[]

Water dripped from his face and hair. His eyes were bloodshot, looking exhausted and haggard.[]

Now, standing by this sink, he was completely alone.[]

Frowning, Nathan turned off the tap, took a clean towel from the cabinet, and dried himself off.

He threw the towel in the hamper and walked to his closet, selecting today’s clothes.]

Shirt, pants, suit jacket–but when he reached for a tie, he stopped.]

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This apartment didn’t have backup ties.]

When Amelia was still around, things like this were never overlooked.]

Nathan pressed his lips together.[]

His mind flashed to last night–Amelia looking up at him with disbelief and hurt as she fell down the stairs.[]

Ding dong!

Just then, the apartment doorbell rang.

Nathan opened the door to find Vivian standing there.[]

Seeing him, she smiled sweetly despite her frail appearance.[]

“Good morning, Nathan! I brought you fresh flowers. Look!“]

She held up a beautifully arranged bouquet, the fragrant blooms complementing her smile, creating an image of fragile, heartbreaking beauty.[]

The kind that made people want to protect her.[]

His mind flashed to early this morning, Caspian standing in the wind saying:[]

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