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Meanwhile, Jacob sat in a secluded spot, hidden from the cameras, his fingers scrolling through his phone. Perhaps, on some instinctual level, he sensed that something was different this time.
Whenever they argued in the past, Juliana had always been the first to give in. Even when she was the one in tears, even when her heart ached from the injustice, she would swallow her sobs and apologize first. Because she loved him. Because she couldn’t bear for them to be at odds.
Whenever cracks appeared in their marriage, she was the one who suffered the most. And so, she had always chosen to endure the pain alone, doing whatever it took to hold them together.
But this time
For His First Love, My Husband Killed My Mother
But this time…
He had reached out to her first, and she hadn’t responded.
Jacob frowned, confusion flickering in his eyes. Juliana should have been overjoyed. Shouldn’t she have replied immediately, eager to reconcile?
His patience snapped.
He stepped into a quiet corner and dialed her number.
But to his shock, an automated message played in his ear.
“The number you have dialed is no longer in service.”
His hands turned cold. His mind went blank.
He redialed again and again, but the same emotionless voice echoed back at him each time.
A deep sense of unease clawed at his chest.
Spinning on his heel, he strode toward his assistant, his voice sharp with urgency. “Drive to the house. Now. Find out what she’s doing.”
Thirty minutes later, the assistant returned, breathless, his expression uneasy.
“Mr. Williams… your wife is gone. She took all her belongings with her.”
Jacob froze, his body turning rigid. It was as if a piece of him had been carved away, leaving only emptiness in its place.
At that moment, the door creaked open, and a lawyer stepped inside, placing a document on the table.
“Mr. Williams,” the man said calmly, “Ms. Juliana asked me to deliver this to you. She hopes you’ll sign it as soon as possible.”
Jacob’s gaze dropped to the thin stack of paper.
He couldn’t even lift it.
Two simple words-*Divorce Agreement–felt heavier than a mountain.
His throat was dry, his voice hoarse as he asked, “Why?”
The lawyer set down a small package beside the papers, his tone steady but firm. “Perhaps this will explain.”
“Take your time, Mr. Williams. When you’ve made your decision, you can contact me.”
As the lawyer turned to leave, Jacob suddenly shot up, gripping his arm in desperation.
“Where is my wife?”
The lawyer hesitated for a moment before shaking his head. “I’m sorry. I don’t know. I truly don’t.”
Jacob stood motionless, staring at the doorway long after the lawyer had disappeared–as if expecting Juliana to walk back in at any moment.
Beside him, Wendy eyed the divorce papers, a smug smile playing on her lips. She clung to his arm, her voice laced with artificial concern.
“Jacob, I can’t believe the way Juliana manipulates you.” She huffed. “You’re so outstanding–of course, she wouldn’t actually leave you. She’s just trying to scare you, forcing you to give in.”
“Hmph, I’ve seen plenty of women like her. They push and push, testing your limits, trying to gain control over
you.”
In the past, Jacob would have nodded in agreement.
But this time, he quietly pulled his arm away from her grasp.
Wendy blinked, startled. “Jacob? What’s wrong?”
He didn’t respond as if he hadn’t even heard her.
Moving like a ghost, he turned to his assistant, gripping his shoulder.
His voice was tight and urgent as he spoke “Find her Right now No matter what it takes–find her.”
