“You were married for three months, Magnus. That’s not a short time. It’s fine if you didn’t want her as your wife. But you didn’t even bother to come and see her off one last time?”
Camila exhaled sharply.
“I’m very disappointed in you. I knew you never wanted to get married, but I never imagined you would treat Sophia like this. If I had known it would turn out this way, I would never have forced this marriage.”
Before he could respond, the line went dead.
The loud beep echoed in his ear.
The phone slowly lowered from his face, his hand falling limply to his side. His heartbeat spiked violently, pounding against his ribs as if trying to break free.
He closed his eyes and forced himself to breathe, but the air felt too thin. His hand pressed against his chest as if he could physically calm the chaos inside.
She was looking for him.
Looking around.
Waiting.
His jaw clenched painfully.
He turned his head toward the large glass windows overlooking the runway. Flights lined up in the distance, engines roaring, planes ascending into the pale morning sky
A second later, his expression hardened.
His fingers tightened around the phone.
A dark, determined expression settled over his face, anger simmering beneath the surface as he growled under his breath, “So what if you left? Go wherever you want.” His jaw clenched. “I’ll still bring you back.”
He unlocked his phone and dialed Timothy immediately.
The call connected.
“Mr. Graves?” Timothy answered, his tone cautious.
“Find out where Sophia is,” Magnus ordered, his voice cold and tight. “I want her exact address. I’m leaving for London right now.”
There was a brief silence on the other end.
“Mr. Graves…” Timothy hesitated. “That’s the problem. There’s no trace of Mrs. Graves since she entered the airport. Not even the flight number.”
Magnus’s brows snapped together.
“What do you mean no trace?”
“The records confirm she will land in London,” Timothy continued, tension creeping into his tone. “But after that, there’s no address. No hotel bookings under her name. I’ve checked major hotels, private residences, business contacts — there’s nothing. It’s like she disappears once she lands in London.”
The words made Magnus go completely still.
His body, already tense, turned rigid as stone.
The panic he had been suppressing came crashing back into his chest with brutal force.
Disappears?
His tongue darted out to wet his dry lips. A sharp headache pulsed behind his eyes, as if nails were being hammered into his skull.
His breathing turned shallow.
