One hour before.
Tristan found out from his butler that Bella had only brought two suitcases and removed all their wedding photos from the house before she left.
Countless questions filled his mind: Why did she not take anything he had bought for her? Why did she deliberately remove all the pictures of her in the house!? What exactly does she think of?
All the questions are enough to make Tristan’s mind fill with her.
He can’t hold himself but returns home to check what exactly happened.
Tristan parked his car in front of the entrance. He gazed at the house before stepping out, feeling strange upon returning after his divorce from Bella.
After a few moments, Tristan steps out of the car. He said nothing to his butler, who was waiting near the entrance. He continues to walk to the second floor.
...
He stood before Bella’s bedroom for a while, unable to bring himself to open the door.
"Master, you need me to open the door for you?" The butler offered after he saw Tristan standing there doing nothing.
"No!" Tristan responded while dismissing him to leave him alone. After he heard his butler leave, he finally opened the door.
Tristan swept the room with his gaze before he stepped inside. The room looks empty; there’s no trace of her left there.
He didn’t see her laptops and belongings on her study table in the corner.
There’s no wedding picture hanging on the wall or at the bedside. He also didn’t see any fresh white roses, which he usually saw in several places in the room.
He couldn’t even smell her familiar scent. It was as if the room had never been lived in before.
What remains is only the main furniture. His gaze fixed on the neatly arranged bed in the middle of the room.
Tristan frowned slightly as his thoughts returned to their wild sex there. Instantly, he felt his veins rippling.
Clenched his hands tightly, Tristan shook his head, trying to shake the image from his mind while gazing at the walk-in closet.
Tristan walked toward the walk-in closet; he could see what his butler told him. Everything he buys for her is still there.
Somehow, he feels disappointed.
"This woman! How dare she make me confused now after we divorce?" He rubbed his brows while leaving the walk-in closet.
Before leaving the bedroom, his eyes landed on a shiny object on the nightstand. His steps halted. With a frown gracing his forehead, he approached the object and was surprised to find the ring.
"This—" Tristan was speechless, gazing at the diamond ring. He had given Bella the ring when they married four years ago.
A sense of regret slowly welled up in his heart, recalling that the ring was not his choice but Dylan’s. He had instructed his assistant to purchase the ring because he didn’t have time.
"Man, why do you feel regret now!?" Tristan muttered to himself while stowing the ring in his suit pocket. He took a deep breath as he walked toward the connecting door, entering the password 1120.
Tristan didn’t head straight into his room but chuckled as he remembered using Bella’s birthday as the password.
He had chosen her birthday as a password because he feared he would forget her birthday. However, despite using her birthday as a password, he had never celebrated it with her, constantly occupied with work.
Tristan walked towards his home office. His eyes fixed on the gold photo frame on the desk.
He took the photo and looked at it—his heartbeat raced when he saw the picture. This is the only wedding photo and her last photo in the house.
His hand slowly raised to touch her face, but before his hand touched the picture, his cell phone rang. He places the frame on the table.
When he checked his cell phone, he was surprised to see Dylan’s name appear on the screen.
’Huh!? Why did he call?’ Tristan was puzzled. He remembered Dylan was supposed to be on holiday.
"Boss, I’m sorry to bother you now," Dylan’s voice sounded hesitant from the other end.
"Speak! Why do you call?" Tristan asked, confused by his sudden call. This has never happened before. His assistant never contacted him when he took his leave.
"Ugh, Boss... I didn’t know whether you wanted to hear this or not. But, just now, I saw your ex-wife in this airport," Dylan said.
Tristan didn’t utter anything, but his gaze turned gloomy.
"Ms. Bella with her maid," Dylan continued after they didn’t hear Tristan saying anything. "I follow them and am surprised to see her enter the international flight terminal. So, I can’t follow them to check their gate..."
"She is going abroad?" Tristan’s voice cracked, surprised to hear that. This woman never fails to shock him. She left the country only a few days after signing the divorce paper!?
’Did she have a friend abroad?’ Tristan wonders, feeling curious. He didn’t know about this woman; what he knew about her was limited. And now, his curiosity towards her was starting to torment him.
"Did you bring your passport?"
"Y-Yes..." Dylan answered even though he was confused about why his boss suddenly asked about his passport.
"I need you to buy a ticket abroad and search her gate!" Tristan said while leaving his home office and rushing to his car.
"But boss... I have to fly to my hometown. You know I’m on holiday now, right? I can’t leave my gate now—"
"You can use my jet. Now, do whatever I ask you." His commanding voice made Dylan stop his step while staring at his gate with a gloomy expression.
Dylan has to cancel to attend his friend’s wedding party. He knows he will not leave this city until his boss finds his ex-wife.
He left the domestic terminal in a rush.
...
When Tristan arrives at the airport, he rushes to the international terminal, but when he is about to walk inside, he sees a familiar figure walk in his direction.
"Sean..."