Chapter six.

Liam's POV.

I sped out of the hospital ward rapidly almost crashing into the reception seats. Emily's words furiously running through my head. "How possible is it that the biggest hospital in the country doesn't have a blood type that matches hers except mine?" 

It made so much sense now. It really was a setup.

I was too blinded by my affection for Nichole to realize how dumb their plan was. 

My wife was truly right, she saw through it and tried to protest but I called her bluff instead. How could I not have believed her?

The pain that rippled through my heart like a sharp dagger was second to none, It was taking everything in me to keep me standing on my feet.

Emily was freaking telling the truth the whole time and I couldn't be the perfect husband to believe her, I had shut her out, and heaped the most horrible misery on her. I divorced her, I fucking divorced her and worse, sent her out of the house I drove her away. Out of my life... Forever!. 

She was the most purest human I've ever witnessed but I took all that for granted. 

With the speed of a light, I dashed into my car, not stopping to care about the people watching me, and with a loud screeching noise, I drove out in search of my wife.

I had instructed her to leave the house before I returned, but I haven't gone back to the house since I left.  I had a tiny gleam of hope that she'd still be at home. 

She doesn't know anyone, neither does she know her way around, maybe she could consider that and stayed back. I never let go of my hope as I drove in a heavy speed. 

I was so obsessed and hypnotized by Nichole that I completely turned against my wife.

Getting rid of the divorce papers will be my first action once I set my eyes on her. And pleading for her forgiveness as well. Universe knows that I've done extremely horrible things to her. If only I could see her one more time to right my wrongs. 

I almost ran over a car following how blindly I was driving, I needed to get to her before it was too late. 

Driving into the garage, I climbed down and ran all the way into the house, everywhere was dead silent with no sight of a living being making me wonder if she was truly still in the house.

I spent several minutes scouring through the living room, literally turning every single pillow over, yet no sign of her. 

"Emily!" I roared quickly running towards the room. 

Every last string of hope left in me shattered over the floor as I ran into the empty room, 

"Emily!" I called out to her again, this time, my voice came out low and cracked.

There was no single trace of her left in the house.

I stood rooted in my track with a heavy heart, a low sigh of pain and terror erupted through my throat as the sad realization suddenly struck me. 

I've lost my wife! I pushed her away.

Suddenly, my eyes landed on the divorce papers on the bedside drawer and I quickly picked it up.

Stabs of pain ripped through my already torn heart, slicing it into a million tiny pieces as my gaze lingered on her signature inscribed on it. She really did sign it. 

I was about dropping back on the drawer when my eyes caught sight of her credit cards, the both of them. I told her to keep them, why are the still her?

Yet again, another sad realization hit me. She doesn't want anything to do with me anymore, she left the credit cards because she doesn't want anything that belonged to me. 

Her dresses and shoes were still perfectly arranged in the wardrobe, indicating that she only left with the clothes on her body. 

How would she survive? 

Emily never worked for a day since we got married, neither does she have external relationships except for my family.

Why do I have a bad feeling that she might wander into trouble? And worse, I do not know how to find her.

Taking a last glance at the cold silent room, I dragged my legs towards my small in-house bar. 

I grabbed the wine bottle like a desperate predator clutching onto it's prey and gulped down the shot of liquor down my throat in a flash. 

The burning sensation right from my tongue, then throat and right down to my stomach was all I needed to keep me as miserable as I needed to be at that moment. 

Raising the bottle towards my lips again, I felt a tap on my back, in a flash, I spun around only to be met with a strong smack on my face sending me sprawling to the floor, the bottle of wine shattering into pieces. 

"Where is she?" I heard Jared's voice echo through the walls.

"I don't know man, I'm searching for her too," I replied, staggering back to my feet.

"Liar, how are you looking for her when you already divorced her?" 

"It was all a big misunderstanding, it's really complicated," I tried to explain but the fury in his eyes was enough evidence that he wasn't having it. 

"Complicated you say? Liam you never wanted Emily in this house, all you do is constantly push her towards the door with your attitude," he roared.

He looked like he was ready to squeeze life out of me.

"This time was different, she requested for the divorce and honestly, I thought it was just a harmless threat," 

"And whatever led to her requesting for a divorce huh? Why do I feel like this is about Nichole?" 

My jaw clenched in anger as he mentioned her name.

"Nichole and I are done, don't mention her name to me," I snapped.

"Well good for you," he snapped back at me.

"All Emily ever did was love you unconditionally, it so unfortunate that you were too busy chasing after stones when you have the real diamond under your nose," 

I stared blankly at him unable to utter a word.

"If anything happens to her, I'll never forgive you." He turned around and stormed off.