Asher glanced at the signature on the divorce agreement. He touched it, double–checking that it was Gwyneth’s handwriting. It wasn’t a fake, and the signature was real.
His face turned stormy. He crumpled up the divorce agreement and hurled it to the ground. He didn’t buy that Gwyneth actually wanted a divorce.
Asher thought she was probably just acting out because she didn’t want Liana to move abroad with them. After 12 years of loving him and giving so much, Gwyneth wouldn’t leave him that easily.
“Where the hell is she? How much longer is she going to keep this up?” Asher growled.
The man sighed and shook his head. “I don’t know. Ms. Payne didn’t mention her whereabouts.”
Asher dialed Milena’s number h
expression cold. “Call her and tell her to stop with the drama. I’m not about to please her. If she keeps this up, I’ll sign the divorce papers. By then, I won’t spare her a glance, no matter how much she cries and begs.
Milena fell silent for a moment, clearly troubled. Mr. Crowe, Mrs. Crowe called yesterday at 3: 00 pm, telling me not to contact her about you unless… you agree to sign the divorce.”
3:00 pm?
Asher’s face tightened when he caught that key detail. She never boarded the plane!
He glanced around the vast airport, confirming that Gwyneth wasn’t anywhere, and fell into deep thought.
Half an hour later, as they headed to the new villa, Liana turned to look at Asher. He looked like he was about to explode with anger, clearly pissed that Gwyneth hadn’t come with them.
Liana was thrilled on the inside but masked it with a worried expression. “How about we catch a flight back home and look for Wyn?”
Asher snorted. “I’ll let her stew for a few days. She’ll come crawling back before long.”
