The Wife Who Vanished: His Eternal Regret

The Wife Who Vanished: His Eternal Regret

Bella Youngman

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The champagne was still bubbling in my hand when a five-year-old boy ran onto the ballroom floor and screamed "Daddy" at my husband. Then his mistress, Hayden, walked in wearing a dress that cost more than my car, announcing to the stunned crowd that they were a family. Instead of kicking them out, Emilio protected them. The next day, when I confronted them, Hayden lied and claimed I tried to hurt her. Without hesitation, Emilio shoved me hard to "protect" his real family. I fell backward onto the concrete curb. While I lay there bleeding, losing the baby I had wanted for years, he didn't even check on me. He stepped over my body to comfort his mistress and illegitimate son, leaving me to wait for the ambulance alone. In the hospital, I learned the sickening truth: he had only married me years ago because he thought I was terminally ill and would die quickly. Now that I had survived, I was just an inconvenience blocking his happy ending. He even tried to force me to sign away my assets to save his company from a scandal caused by his mistress. "You're nothing without me," he sneered. I looked at the check he offered to buy my silence and tore it up. If he wanted me gone so badly, I would grant his wish. I arranged for a one-way ticket to Zurich and left a single white tulip on his pillow-the flower of the dead. To the world, Elana Acosta died on that pavement. But Elana Valeri was just getting started.

Chapter 1

The champagne was still bubbling in my hand when a five-year-old boy ran onto the ballroom floor and screamed "Daddy" at my husband.

Then his mistress, Hayden, walked in wearing a dress that cost more than my car, announcing to the stunned crowd that they were a family.

Instead of kicking them out, Emilio protected them.

The next day, when I confronted them, Hayden lied and claimed I tried to hurt her.

Without hesitation, Emilio shoved me hard to "protect" his real family.

I fell backward onto the concrete curb.

While I lay there bleeding, losing the baby I had wanted for years, he didn't even check on me.

He stepped over my body to comfort his mistress and illegitimate son, leaving me to wait for the ambulance alone.

In the hospital, I learned the sickening truth: he had only married me years ago because he thought I was terminally ill and would die quickly.

Now that I had survived, I was just an inconvenience blocking his happy ending.

He even tried to force me to sign away my assets to save his company from a scandal caused by his mistress.

"You're nothing without me," he sneered.

I looked at the check he offered to buy my silence and tore it up.

If he wanted me gone so badly, I would grant his wish.

I arranged for a one-way ticket to Zurich and left a single white tulip on his pillow-the flower of the dead.

To the world, Elana Acosta died on that pavement.

But Elana Valeri was just getting started.

Chapter 1

The champagne in my hand was still bubbling effervescent and golden, when a five-year-old boy broke the perimeter of the ballroom floor.

He darted toward us and wrapped his arms around my husband's leg, screaming the word that would end my life as I knew it.

"Daddy!"

The crystal flute slipped from my fingers.

It hit the marble floor with a sound that seemed to split the air, shattering into a thousand shards of jagged diamond dust.

Emilio froze. The smile he had been wearing-the proud, doting smile he had just directed at me while toasting my acceptance into the Zurich Architecture Program-evaporated.

He looked down at the child, then up at the woman standing in the doorway.

Hayden Cleveland.

She stood there in a dress that cost more than my first car, holding a clutch bag with a grip so tight her knuckles were white. Her eyes met mine across the room, and she didn't blink. She smiled.

"I'm sorry to interrupt the celebration, Elana," Hayden said, her voice smooth, carrying effortlessly over the stunned crowd. "But Leo missed his father. We thought it was time everyone knew the truth."

The room tilted on its axis.

I looked at Emilio. I waited for him to laugh. I waited for him to push the child away gently and explain this was some terrible mistake, some cruel prank.

Instead, his hand instinctively rested on the boy's head. A protective, familiar gesture that made bile rise in my throat.

"Hayden," Emilio hissed, his voice low but audible in the suffocating silence. "Not here."

Not it's not true.

Not who are you.

Just not here.

My stomach lurched violently. A sharp, cramping pain twisted inside my abdomen, doubling me over. I grabbed the edge of the table to keep from collapsing into the puddle of spilled champagne.

We had a deal. An agreement etched into the foundation of our marriage.

Finish the Zurich program, Elana. Then we start a family. Then we have a baby.

I had taken my birth control pills religiously this morning. I had swallowed that tiny tablet with a sip of water, just like I had every day for three years.

I had put my dreams on hold because he said he wasn't ready. Because he said he wanted us to be stable.

He wasn't waiting. He already had a family.

"Elana," Emilio started, taking a step toward me, but the boy tugged at his pants. Emilio stopped. He actually stopped.

In that split second of hesitation, the last five years of my life rewrote themselves.

I saw the late nights at the office. The sudden business trips to "Rome" and "Paris." The way he looked at me when I mentioned baby names-not with longing, but with guilt. Or maybe it was annoyance.

"You have a son," I whispered. It wasn't a question.

Emilio looked torn, his eyes darting between the weeping child and me. "It's complicated. Leo... he needed me. Hayden needed me."

"And I didn't?"

The pain in my stomach sharpened, a hot knife twisting. I gasped, clutching my midsection.

"Elana, you're making a scene," he said, his voice dropping to that reasonable, condescending tone he used when I was being 'emotional.' "We will discuss this at home. Hayden, take Leo to the car."

"No," I said. My voice was shaking, but my mind was suddenly, terrifyingly clear.

I looked at the man I had loved since I was twenty. The man who had proposed to me in a hospital room when I was sick with pneumonia, holding my hand and swearing he couldn't live a day without me.

He had used his mother's death to guilt me into staying, into loving him, into sacrificing my scholarship the first time.

It was all a performance.

"We won't discuss this at home," I said, straightening up despite the agony in my gut. "Because you don't have a home with me anymore."

I turned around.

"Elana! Stop!" Emilio shouted. I heard his footsteps, but then I heard Hayden's voice.

"Emilio, Leo is crying! He's scared!"

The footsteps stopped.

I didn't look back. I walked out of the ballroom, past the staring colleagues, past the whispers that were already curdling into laughter. I walked out into the cool night air, and only then did I let the tears fall.

I drove home with blurred vision. The house was dark. It felt like a mausoleum.

I didn't scream. I didn't break things. I walked into our bedroom-my bedroom-and pulled a suitcase from the closet.

I packed mechanically. Clothes. My laptop. My passport.

I reached for the framed wedding photo on the nightstand. We looked so happy. I looked so naive.

I walked over to the shredder in the home office. I turned it on. The machine whirred to life, hungry.

I fed the photo into it. The sound of smiling faces being chewed into confetti was the most satisfying thing I had heard all night.

Then I sat at the desk and pulled out a sheet of paper. I didn't need a lawyer to draft the first version.

I wrote three words at the top: Divorce Agreement.

I took off my wedding ring. It felt heavy, like a shackle. I placed it on the paper.

Outside, the sky opened up. An icy rain began to hammer against the windowpane, matching the cold numbness spreading through my chest.

I pushed the paper to the edge of the desk, staring out into the dark, wet night.

"From now on," I whispered to the reflection in the glass, "we are nothing but strangers."

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