The following morning, she was nowhere to be found inside his house. He wanted to give the paperwork and let her know, he will not be signing it. But what came next shocked him.
“Mr. Freeman, Ms. Vessel is gone. She said that I should inform you that she has informed her family and you should send the paperwork to them in her stead.” Claire, the housemaid, informs him of the message left behind by his now ex-wife. However, after hearing it he was not happy.
“So, she left! Is that what you are trying to tell me?” He stated! He then asked her below his normal tone of voice.
“Yes, sir.” She responded to him trying to keep calm.
“When did she leave? … The message that she had told you to tell me!” He asked her, trying to make sense of himself, he then explains what he is asking about.
“It was around midnight sir, I'm not sure. She entered my room with tears in her eyes and though she refuses to tell me why she cries. The matter seems to be something she really wanted to talk about. She finally then told me the message and then left.” She explained to him the best she could without giving herself away on the fact that she was told that exactly when she would leave the house.
“She left!” He stated before he went upstairs.
He went to his room where he then went to the bathroom, after taking a shower he came and stood before the bed where he just stared. Though she was a publicity wife, she did her best to be the perfect wife as possible.
She would have had his suits out on the bed. It wasn’t there today, and he felt lost. With heavy sigh he went to get it himself but for the first time. He was feeling jealous. Jealous of himself when she was there doing the things, he does now for himself with his own hands. After getting dressed he went downstairs but breakfast was not ready like it used to for him.
“Madam had told me beforehand that you wouldn’t eat. She also said that I would be making breakfast for myself. I decided that I was going to make breakfast in case. You had pretended not to like what she did and acted as if you wouldn’t eat what she prepared but would eat after her back is turned. I’m sorry, but it will be just me from now on.” She explained to him how his wife had been ahead of him even after she’s gone.
She shared with him a memory of what she thought he did to her. But the truth was that he knew exactly who was making his breakfast. But he never thought she would be gone. He sat there looking at the food before he began to eat and in silence, but he couldn’t finish it.
After breakfast he picked about the food on his plate, he stood up and left the table. On his way out he stopped at the door and looked behind glancing up at the staircase where he would see her before leaving for work. He only has yesterday's memories with him.
“She really left me! Did she not hear the words she said to me in vows she took on our wedding day?” He said looking around the space within his eyes. He then questioned whether she meant what she said or not during their marriage.
Everything was in place, but it was different now. The wind blew and the chills weren't just chills; he felt lonely. He took a deep breath and left for work! The day went by, and he returned home. He seems to be expecting her to be there however... She was nowhere in sight in each room he entered.
“How could she leave without telling me?” he said, asking himself.
He slammed the door shut after entering his room, which felt absolutely new to him. His home and room felt new to him. The night was rough for him. He turned and turned but still he could not sleep well.
“She would never sleep with me unless I'm drunk. I don’t remember her sleeping with me while I was not drunk. How could I feel so lonely and alone in this very own bed without her.” He spoke about her not sleeping with him, remembering her the way he does while laying down in his bed unable to sleep. Now, it feels like she was someone he would spend every night in his life with from the day they met and got married.
The following morning was one of the worst days for him, he did not eat, not to mention the sleep was nothing he would ever imagine. He left the house and soon arrived at work where he was lost in everything he did. All he could do was think about her and try to concentrate.
Everything else he thinks of he would get distracted by her, an image of her would pop into his head, he would hear her laughter across the room but when he looked up, she was not there, he would hear her speaking to him. But all this was just memories.
The day continues to haunt him like a plague. He decided that he could not take it. He left the company in the hands of others and went home. There someone awaits him on the sofa inside his house... He entered the house, and the scent of fresh roses perfume filled his nose.
He immediately went to see if it was her but once again, he was disappointed. It was not her and his eyes fell to the ground he took a deep breath softly. After one last look he turned his head away not wanting to see the person who was seated waiting on him patiently.
“Henrick, explain to me why she is not in this house?” Henrick stood in surprise to see that the person was his mother. Who was seated on the sofa. Her question is yet to connect to his brain as he now wonders why she’s there.
“What are you doing here?” He questions her deep within his demanding and sharp tone of voice. She stood to her feet immediately. She walked over to him, then she slapped him across the face twice.
“How dare you speak to me like that yet to question me in such a manner.” She could now smell the alcohol on him now that she was closer to him. She glanced at him up and down, staring at like she was looking at the ghost of his past.
“Have you been drinking? You have, haven’t you?” She questioned him then asked him as she narrowed her eyebrows at him. She looks him up and down once more.
“I may not be the one who gave birth to you, Henrick. All I see when I look at you is the man you swear that you don’t want to become. I’m looking right at your father right now.” She said to him to explain who she may not be, but she knows what he is becoming even though he swore not to become him. Her eyes filled with tears of disappointment as she walked away from him and left the house.
Henrick went to his room and sat on the bed looking down at his phone screen there was the photo of him and her on their wedding day. He smiled at her smiley eyes and face; he could not believe she was gone.
Suddenly he receives a navigation he checks it and sees that it’s from Instagram. It's Tianie Vessel. He sat up properly and decided to check the account out and he was pleased to see that it was really her.