Chapter 11
“Gone? What the hell do you mean gone?” Quentin stared at lus assistant like he’d spoken Martian.[]
Jessica was missing? How was that even possible?]
Yesterday when he’d mentioned Carter’s birthday party, she’d agreed without any drama. She seemed totally normal–how could she Just vanish?
“Mr. Atlante, the house staff said Mrs. Atlante never came home last night. All her clothes and important documents are missing. It
looks like she left on her own.”
Quentin’s face went ashen. Those words hit him like a sledgehammer to the chest, sending shockwaves through his entire body
His head was spinning, like he’d lost the ability to think straight.
“That’s impossible! Why would Jess just bail? Something must’ve happened to her!“]
Quentin didn’t even realize his voice was shaking.
Jessica was his wife–she loved him more than life itself. Why would she just take off?||
His assistant stayed quiet, handing over his phone: “Mr. Atlante, you need to see this.”
Quentin grabbed the phone and immediately saw the Rolando Group’s official statement
He squinted in confused, scrolling down until he hit the divorce announcement. The words hit him like a lightning bolt
Quentin blinked in disbelief, reading it again word by word. He knew every single letter, but somehow they didn’t make sense when put together.
How the hell did he get divorced overnight?
assistant knew what he had to say n
next would be brutal, but he had no choice.
“Mr. Adante, Rolando Group’s official account has cut all ties with Atlante Corporation. They’ve announced that Jessica Rolando and Quentin Adante have dissolved their marriage.”
The moment those words left his mouth, Quentin’s heart dropped into his stomach.
“What the hell happened! Jessica is my wife! How could the Rolandos post this shit without my permission!
He was trying to stay calm, but his white knuckled grip on the phone gave away his panic.]
He barked orders: “Get the car! I’m going to the Rolandas mansion.”
His assistant was about to move when Carrie suddenly burst through the door.
“Quentin, Carter’s party is about to start! You can’t leave now!”
Quentin’s expression turned murderous, his eyes like ice picks: “Carrie Versta, since when do you eavesdrop on my private conversations?”
Carrie shrank hack, terrified by his expression.[]
She tried her usual tricks, tears welling up as she collapsed at his feet and grabbed his sleeve: “Quentin, I’m just worried about you.”
Today’s so important for Camer. If you leave now, what will people think of him?”
“Quentin, I don’t give a damnn about myself, but please–Carter’s your flesh and blond–just w
until after the party?]
Quentin looked down at her pitiful and innocent face.[]
Usually he’d feel sorry for her, but right now his head was full of Jessica. He had zero patience for Carrie’s manipulative bullshit.]
“Get the fuck away from mer
He shoved her away so hard she went flying, crashing into the corner of his desk with a sharp cry.
She clutched her injured side, kneeling on the floor and staring at Quentin in shock and hurt.
“Quentin, you.”
“Carrie Atlante, you better pray Jessica’s disappearance has nothing to do with you. Because if it does…”
Quentin didn’t finish the threat, just shot her one last cold look before storming out.
Carrie watched him leave, her eyes burning with pure hatred
Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her stomach, and noticed blood seeping through her dress
“Help! Someone get Mrs. Atlante! My baby–save my babyr
She screamed through the pain, her eyes growing wild with desperation
She’d gambled everything on this day. There was no way in hell she was letting Jessica destroy everything she’d sacrificed for!
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