Chapter 2

"Get out of the car!"

After applying the brakes abruptly, Marcus wasted no time in yanking me out of the front passenger seat.

"Tell the driver to pick you up. I'll explain everything to you later."

I rubbed my reddened forehead as I watched Marcus' cold silhouette disappear with the car.

The moment I saw Sylvia with him at the hospital, I knew right away that their relationship was definitely more intimate than I thought. This was especially true after I saw how she had taunted me and showcased her malice toward me.

In the past, Marcus always prioritized me no matter what. There was one time when he needed to attend a business meeting regarding a crucial deal during his company's start-up stage. He risked being late by insisting on sending me home. After ensuring I was safe, he immediately rushed to the meeting place.

But now, he was willing to abandon me on the side of the road without even caring about my safety for the sake of other women.

I couldn't be bothered to dwell on my sadness right now. Soon, I flagged down a cab and hurried toward Cher's kindergarten.

Nothing mattered more than Cher right now.

But when I arrived at the kindergarten, her teacher told me someone had already picked Cher up. I quickly called the landline at home, but no one picked up the phone.

After that, I called Marcus' mother, Meredith Robinson—despite knowing that the possibility of Cher being with her was close to zero.

"Mom, is Cher with you right now?"

"No! Why would I pick her up in the first place? That brat brings this family endless bad luck, just like you do! I get annoyed whenever I see her! I'll have you know that—"

I wasn't in the mood to listen to Mdm. Meredith's tirade, so I hung up on her right away. Then, I proceeded to request the teacher to let me check the surveillance footage at the kindergarten.

The one who picked up Cher wasn't John Parker, the driver whom I was familiar with. It was a young man with a skinny frame and a hunched back. He had picked Cher up and moved her into Marcus' car. To make things worse, he merely tossed Cher into the back seat while disregarding the way she screamed and cried.

The moment the young man opened the car door leading to the driver's seat, I could catch a glimpse of his face. It was Samson Wells, Sylvia's younger brother.

I made a copy of the surveillance footage before heading toward the police station right away. While I was still in the cab, I kept calling Marcus on the phone, yet he never picked up a single call. In the end, he decided to switch off his phone.

It was the peak hour for the evening traffic because everyone got off work at the same time. I was stuck in the middle of the traffic with nowhere to go. But I soon remembered my housekeeper, Dana Hoffman, calling me earlier and telling me that Cher wasn't home yet.

No… I couldn't wait any longer. I took off my high heels and began sprinting down the crowded road.

Finally, I managed to reach the police station when my feet were completely covered in red blisters. But the police told me I couldn't lodge a missing person's report since it hadn't been 24 hours yet.

Meanwhile, I still couldn't reach Marcus on the phone. When I reached the hospital, I heard him comforting Sylvia in a gentle tone.

His daughter was nowhere to be found, yet he spent his time flirting with another woman in his arms!

Rage and the need to bring destruction kept surging into my mind and swelling into a hideous monster that threatened to flood my senses.

I kicked open the door angrily, effectively shattering the romantic atmosphere.

Marcus stared at me in shock. He parted his lips, looking like he was about to say something. But before he could do so, Sylvia cut him off by calling out his name lovingly.

So, Marcus moved to stand before Sylvia, effectively blocking her from my line of sight. He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight.

I only realized I had tears streaking down my face when I felt Marcus' hand on my cheek.

"Don't cry, honey. I'm sorry. Please listen to me, okay? It's not what you think…"

Marcus kept wiping my tears away in a fit of panic, but he could never stem my tears no matter how much he wiped. In the end, he just pulled me into his arms and began comforting me in soft tones. At the same time, he prevented me from looking at Sylvia.

I shoved Marcus away angrily before using all of my strength to backhand him. As a result, one of Marcus' cheeks became red and swollen in an instant.