Chapter 10
He couldn’t bear to think about it any longer. Stumbling, he went downstairs, only to see the maids organizing a thick photo album.
In a frenzy, Keith snatched the album from them, only to find that all the photos were gone. Every memory he had with Cynthia had been erased, even the love letters he had written, they had disappeared too.
He licked his dry lips and asked in a hoarse voice, “Where are the photos? The letters?”
The maids, startled by Keith’s broken state, looked down. “Mrs. Beltran burned the photos and letters. Before she left today, she told us to make sure the rest of the photos were disposed of as well.”
Keith’s voice suddenly rose in anger. “Why didn’t anyone tell me Mrs. Beltran burned the photos? Also, do you know where she went?”
The maids shook their heads. “Mrs. Beltran specifically instructed us not to tell you anything. We’re not allowed to speak about it. She didn’t say where she was going this morning, only that we don’t need to prepare her meals anymore.”
Keith felt as if he had been thrown into an ice–cold abyss. Cynthia was really gone. She didn’t want him anymore.
His heart ached unbearably. “Cynthia, no matter where you are, I will find you. Even if I have to dig the earth itself, I will bring you back!”
He immediately called his assistant, ordering him to use all his connections to check every flight that day and figure out where Cynthia had
gone.
At the same time, he called every one of Cynthia’s close friends, asking about her whereabouts. Every single one of them had no idea where
she was.
Cynthia’s parents had divorced years ago, and she had been raised by her grandmother. But her grandmother had passed away, and now Cynthia had no family left. He wondered where could she have gone.
Keith took a deep breath, trying to think calmly, not allowing himself to miss any possible place she could have gone.
Despite pulling every string he had, no one could find any trace of Cynthia.
An hour later, the assistant called back with news from the airport. There was no record of Cynthia leaving the country that day.
Keith panicked completely, overwhelmed by a sense of dread. He was starting to believe that he would never find her again.
He stared at the divorce papers, his fingers brushing over Cynthia’s signature. Tears fell onto the white paper, blurring the ink.
Then, suddenly, he noticed something written on the back.
II once sailed with you, but once spilled, water cannot be gathered, and the river cannot be stopped.]
Every word was drenched in sorrow. Keith understood now that he had hurt her beyond repair.
Cynthia would never come back.
