Chapter 27
Chapter 27
Edna’s expression faltered for a split second, but she answered honestly. “No, sir hasn’t been home these past few days p>
She quickly added on Frank’s behalf, “He’s always busy. Don’t let your mind wander p>
Elissa nodded. “Alright, don’t worry p>
She didn’t have the energy, nor the interest, to speculate about her almost–ex–husband’s whereabouts.
After several nights of restless sleep, Elissa had hoped that a hot shower and the comfort of her own bed would finally bring her a full night’s rest. Instead, insomnia kept her awake.
This place just didn’t feel like home anymore.
Same room, same bed–nothing had changed, yet somehow everything felt different.
Elissa reached for her phone on the nightstand, scrolling through her social feed out of
sheer boredom.
Tanya Foster: Dropped off the world’s most amazing bestie. Now back to the grind–case files, here I come!
A small smile tugged at Elissa’s lips as she gave the post a like.
She kept scrolling until her thumb froze mid–swipe.
Marcia: You really meant it–you always protect me, you’re always there whenever I need
you.
The accompanying photo showed Marcia in a hospital bed, someone feeding her slices of fruit.
Only a hand was visible in the frame–long fingers, defined knuckles, and a small red birthmark by the wrist.
Elissa recognized it instantly. The man in the photo was Frank.
She took a screenshot, then sent it to Frank with a message: [You’re still at the hospital, right? I need to talk to you. Can I stop by tomorrow p>
He wasn’t coming home.
She didn’t mind being the one to reach out.
After all, the divorce was a relief for both of them.
Vistapeak International Airport.
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The plane touched down. Frank slumped back into the car seat, rubbing his brow wearily.
It was late, the streets nearly empty. The black Maybach glided smoothly through pools of yellowish streetlight, the shifting glow tracing sharp lines along Frank’s refined profile. Usually calm and poised, tonight he looked cold and distant.
His assistant spoke quietly, “Mr. Atwater, are we heading to the office or to Greenwood
Manor p>
“To the office first p>
The day Elissa was discharged, an accident at the Crestwave City branch of Atwater Group left someone dead. Frank flew out immediately to handle it, working nonstop for days until the crisis was resolved.
Meanwhile, a mountain of work had piled up at headquarters. He planned to work through the night so the team could carry on in the morning.
The weight of the entire Atwater Group rested on his shoulders–he couldn’t afford to slack off.
Beside him, his phone screen lit up. Seeing Elissa’s name, Frank unconsciously let out a
breath.
She hadn’t replied to his last message; he’d assumed she was still upset and figured he’d try to make it up to her once things calmed down.
He opened her message, brows knitting, but
Marcia.
“When did you take that photo p>
dn’t reply right away. Instead, he called
Marcia was at a bar, pushing through the noisy crowd toward somewhere quieter as she answered, “What photo? ”
Frank didn’t mince words; his voice was edged with exhaustion. “The photo you just posted on your feed p>
Marcia hesitated.
That post– among everyone connected to the Atwater family, only Elissa could see it.
She’d tailored it, carefully adjusting the privacy settings so Elissa would notice.
How had Frank found out?
When her silence stretched, Frank seemed to understand. His tone sharpened. “There’s no need for this. Elissa is straightforward; she doesn’t play games p>
“What’s that supposed to mean p>
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“That’s what I should be asking you,” Frank said flatly.
“Fine. I did it on purpose!” Marcia didn’t care about the noise anymore. Her voice shook as she admitted, “I wanted her to see it. I wanted her to know that you care about me. That you love me! I was scared if you didn’t get divorced, you’d start falling for her p>
“Marcia!” Frank’s patience snapped. He loosened his tie with one hand, voice tense. “Rowan and I are the same age. I’ve known Elissa since she was a child–she’s like a little sister to me. If I ever saw her as anything else, what would that make me? Can’t you be
rational for once p>