Chapter 19%
Johan’s POV
She was gone.
The letter crumpled in my bands, the ink smudged from my grip.
I’m sorry but let’s break up. I don’t love you.
I dropped to my knees, my chest tightening as the weight of her words crashed over me. The press surrounded me, their cameras flashing, their voices a blur Guests murmured in shock. My grandfather sat frozen
But I only saw one thing–an empty aisle.”
She had left me. No waming. No explanation, Just a letter that ripped my world apart.
Someone touched my shoulder–my father, “Stand up, Johan,” he whispered, low and firm. “You’re embarrassing yourself
I shoved his hand away, standing abruptly. My gaze locked onto Anastacia’s mother. “Where is she?” I demanded.
Tears streamed down her face. She shook her head. “I don’t know”
I tumed to Jayson, rage bailing in my veins “Did you do this? Did you take her?
Jayson’s jaw clenched, his hands fisting at his sides. “If I knew where she was, do you think I’d be standing here?”
I wanted to believe him. But I didn’t. She left and no one knew where she went? No. That didn’t make sense.
I stormed out of the venue, ignaring the press, ignoring the whispers. My men followed, waiting for orders.
“Find her,” I said coldly I don’t care what it takes,”
it became a media storm overnight
Billionaire Groom Left at the Altar!
Runaway Bnde Disappears Without a Tracell
Did Anastacia Gray Scam Johan?:
I ignored the headlines. I ignored the pitiful looks. I ignored the way my name had become a spectacle overnight, how the world suddenly had an opinion about my pain…)
I called her phone–voicemail, I searched every airport, private and commercial–nothing. No bank transactions. No hotel check–ins. No flight records
it was like she vanished from existence.
Days blurred into nights. I barely slept, barely ate. My mind was a mess, consumed with one thought–where was she?
Thad Anastacia’s face ingrained in my mind–the way she smiled at me the way she laughed, the way she curled against me at night, telling me she loved me. It couldn’t have been a lie. None of it
She was mine. We were about to have a family. Then why did she leave?
My men scoured the country, but there was no trace of her. Every lead was a dead end. Every effort useless. And yet, I refused to believe she had left me willingly.
She was supposed to be my wife. What happened to her? This must be a reason!
I thought back to the night before the wedding, the way she had touched me, kissed me, like she wanted to burn every moment into her memory
She had loved me. Hadn’t she? I had never seen her look at me like that before. Like she was memorizing me, like she was saying goodbye!
She had run her fingers through my hair, her lips tracing soft kisses down my jaw
“I love you,” she had whispered.
And I believed her. That night, she let me love her in ways that made me think we had forever. That we would wake up the next day and step into a life together
But then she left me at the altar with just a fucking letter
I gritted my teeth, gripping the edge of my desk as the memory twisted inside me like a knife. Where was she? Why didn’t she let me fight for her? I refused to believe she left on her own, someone might have done this to her.”
Then, my father came.
“Enough” he said, throwing a thick folder onto my desk “She’s gone. It’s time to move on
I refused to look at him. “Get out”
“You’re ruining yourself for a woman who never loved you. She lied to you and left you.“)
I snapped my head up, fury in my eyes: “Don’t you dare say that, father! There must be a reason for thista
He smirked, as if amused by my reaction: “Then explain this…
He slid the folder toward me. My heart pounded as I opened it.
else”
Bank withdrawals Hundreds of thousands taken from our joint account–right before she disappeared. My blood man cold! “She took the money and ran, Johan,” my father said, his voice laced with satisfaction. “She used you. And now, she’s with so
someone
I slammed the folder shut. “She would never-
“She did.” He leaned forward, his voice dropping. “And I warned you
Ignitted my teeth, my hands shaking B
He was lying. He had to be. But the proof was in front of me
Still, it didn’t add up. She was pregnant. She wouldn’t have run away–not from our child,
Something was wrong. She wouldn’t do this. Would she?%
I didn’t know the answer Was I wrong? Was I blinded because I was deeply in love with her?
Still, i need proof–more proof before I accept the truth because there was no way–until I received the message that shattered everything
My phone vibrated from on unknown number. I snatched it up, my pulse pounding
A message. A photo of her with Jayson.
My world stopped. The woman loved. The woman who left me. The woman carrying my child was with that fucking Jayson again?
