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After seeing everything, Blake slumped weakly onto the couch.
He called Maria and asked again about Arla’s whereabouts.
Maria’s answer remained the same. The panic in Blake’s heart completely consumed him.
He pulled out his phone and dialed Aria’s number. The ringtone echoed in the living room – her phone was right in his hand.
Blake’s eyes reddened. He stood pacing in the living room.
He suddenly realized that apart from this phone, he had no other way to contact Aria.
Mr. Davis arrived then. He spread a folder out on the table.
On the divorce papers, Aria’s signature was sharp and decisive. Behind Mr. Davis stood another
He introduced himself as Aria’s lawyer, authorized to handle the divorce proceedings.
Blake, his eyes bloodshot, gripped the lawyer’s shoulder tightly and spoke hoarsely.
“Where is Aria Hayes? Where did she go?”
The lawyer shook his head. “I’m sorry, Mr. Sterling, that’s my client’s privacy.”
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Blake pulled out a checkbook and filled out a check. He shoved it into the lawyer’s hand. The lawyer remained unmoved.
He added two more zeros to the amount. The lawyer still shook his head.
Mr. Davis couldn’t bear to watch any longer and finally spoke up.
“Mr. Sterling, when Mrs. Sterling signed the papers that day, I saw her immigration documents.”
“Mrs. Sterling’s father has also passed away.”
Hearing this, Blake felt all the strength drain from his body, and he collapsed onto the sofa.
I settled into my new home abroad. The house came fully furnished with all appliances.
After lunch, I lay on the rocking chair in the yard, basking in the gentle sunshine. I loved autumn here.
Bright red maple leaves covered the ground, crunching softly underfoot – so calming.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had such a relaxed day.
Once I got my new phone number, I reconnected with my good friend, Chloe.
She was in the next district and had helped me a lot with the immigration process.
