Chapter 134

[Atlas]

Fueled by the need to find her, to tell her how wrong I was, I race out of the building and onto the street. I don't have anything on me but the clothes on my back and my phone tucked away in a pocket.

With my rumpled jacket and hair, I could be anyone on the street. Nobody would mistake me for being myself. I wasn't billionaire Atlas Steele, I was just an ordinary guy desperately looking for his pregnant wife on the streets of LA.

"Damn it, Cordelia," I curse as I feel the wind pick up and remember that she left the house without a coat. "Where the hell did you go?"

"Hola senor," A sweet woman pulling in her laundry calls from her balcony. "You lost?"

"Un poquito," I hold up my fingers to express that I am a little bit turned around. "I am looking for my wife. I think she came this way. Very pretty, very pregnant."

I make a round gesture over my belly and she laughs playfully, amused by my poor attempts at pantomime.

"La bonita prenada mujer," she nods. "I see her, senor." S