The final destination

★★★★

As soon as the morning arrived, Paul returned to the house after spending the night at the hotel with that unknown woman. He had no idea how he ended up in that room with her since the last thing he remembered was sitting at the counter having drinks. Suddenly, a certain smell hit his nose, and everything after that was a blur.

"Madeline!" Paul shouted frantically when he saw the front door open and didn’t see Jasmine in the house.

"Sir," the caretaker rushed out of Jasmine’s room and said, "I think madam has run away through the window. There are clothes on the bed, and the window is open."

Hearing that, Paul rushed to the room and saw the clothes she had worn the previous day, with the window wide open. His blood boiled as he stormed out, slamming his fist on the small wooden table. He shouted at the caretaker, "Where were you? I told you not to leave the house until she was asleep!"

"Sir... Sir, I was sure she wouldn't wake up," the caretaker replied, her voice trembl