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CHIARA

5 days. 0 calls. 0 texts.

I hated how much I thought about him in those five days. I couldn't even sleep properly.

Somewhere deep down, I was scared that he was fed up with me and just left me. That he didn't want me anymore.

Also, I was scared if he was okay or not. But Uncle told me that he talked to him yesterday when Ezekiel called him to ask about some business. That's it.

At least he is alive. Let him come back, I am going to kill him myself.

'You still alive???' I typed but then I erased it. If he is so busy that he can't even message me then I won't either.

Every time my phone's notification went off, I jumped to check it, hoping it was from him but no.

He has completely forgotten about me.

That thought scared me. I don't want him to forget about me. Am I that easy to forget? Did he find someone better? Maybe someone less annoying?

My hand clenched around my phone, tears pricking my eyes.

"Chiara?" Someone shook my shoulder and I found myself coming back to reality.

Cyrus sat opposite me at the dining table with Marcelo beside me.

My dinner was lying in front of me, untouched and my concentration was on my phone alone.

Sighing, I placed my phone down and turned to Marcelo. "Yes?"

He looked concerned. "Where were you lost?"

I shook my head and took a small bite of curry and rice.

"I'll ask Silvio to look for him, okay? He can find him and then Cyrus and I will go and drag his ass back here so that he can apologise and explain."

"I agree. This will be fun." Cyrus chirped in.

His plan made my lips twitch. I liked that they both cared enough to do that for me.

"Well, I appreciate that but no. Just let him come back on his own then I will deal with him. And don't tell this to Silvio because he will leave his college and hunt him down instead."

Cyrus leaned back. "If this makes you feel any better then, he didn't even respond to my messages or calls."

"Mine too," Marcelo added.

I nodded. "He has probably gone insane. I don't understand why he doesn't want to be in contact with us."

"Before your marriage, whenever he used to go on any trips, he never used to text or call either but yeah, if I texted him then he responded. He is just a workaholic and likes to be not disturbed while working." Cyrus explained.

Oh. It did make me feel a little better. So he is not doing this completely because of me.

"But..." Cyrus's eyes twinkled mischievously as he looked at me. "I have come to an interesting conclusion in these past five days."

Marcelo raised his brow at him while I frowned. "What?"

He grinned widely. "You are in love."

I choked on a piece of rice, coughing hysterically and Marcelo held up a glass of water to my mouth.

It took me a minute to calm down but Cyrus was still grinning.

Marcelo looked at me expectantly as if waiting for me to agree to what Cyrus said.

"Maybe I should give this good news to Uncle and Dad. They will be really happy." Cyrus spoke.

I shot him a glare. "Shut up. I am not in love with him. I am just angry, that's it."

They both looked like they didn't believe me. Cryus was enjoying this the most. "Mhmm, okay. We will see."

"There's nothing to see. Now, don't bring this up again."

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EZEKIEL

"You are not going to stay? What about the event tomorrow evening?" My ex-assistant asked.

I was surprised to see Mr Gabriel here and since she is his assistant now, she was here too which was quite annoying.

I have been politely declining her every attempt to initiate a conversation with me for the past week but she doesn't take any hints.

I walked inside the elevator and annoyingly she followed me inside.

"I have to go back home," I told her dryly.

"But the event is important."

I refused to even look at her and kept staring at the door as the elevator descended. "You don't get to tell me what's important for me or not. You are no longer my assistant."

She scoffed. "You are leaving this event just to go back home to that girl--"

My head snapped to her, I was on the verge of exploding. "She is not just any girl. She is my wife."

She stared at me in astonishment. I have never shouted at her until now. "Next time, be careful what you say about her. Or better yet, don't speak about her at all."

The elevator stopped at the ground floor and before leaving, I spoke over my shoulder. "If I hear you say anything about her ever again, I won't let you go with a simple warning." My threat was clear.

My assistant, Edgar waited for me in the car and still fuming with anger, I sat inside the passenger's seat and he drove away to the airport.

One week away from her was hell. I had a reason for not calling or texting her because the moment I would have heard her voice, I would have left everything and run back home.

I couldn't afford that. I was already distracted by her. She was on my mind 24/7 but I somehow managed to focus on the task at hand.

I know she must be angry, she has every right to be but I have missed her so damn much that I will gladly take her anger.

I just want to see her before I go insane.

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Chiara was back home. Cyrus told me that after much persuasion.

He was quite angry at me for leaving Chiara like that. Even I was angry at myself but I couldn't do anything.

I explained to him that I won't do anything like this again and that I will apologize to her, only then did he tell me her location.

She thinks that if she comes back here then I will think that she never left.

As I entered inside, I started to mentally prepare myself for what I will be saying.

She was probably upstairs and I sat down on the couch and started to remove my shoes and removing my suit jacket, I draped it over the couch.

Unbuttoning my sleeves, I rolled them up to my elbows and leaned back, sighing heavily.

A moment later when I heard her footsteps, I glanced towards the staircase to find her standing at the bottom of it.

Her eyes narrowed at me, fists clenched at her sides and she looked on the verge of combusting.

She took long strides towards me until she was standing in front of me.

I started to get up but she placed her palm on my chest and pushed me down on the couch.

Perplexed, I stared at her and her lower lip started to wobble.

Fuck, if she starts crying, I will lose it.

But she did something completely unexpected. Climbing over my lap, she straddled me, wrapping her arms around my neck and burying her face in my shoulder.

It took me a moment to react and I wrapped my hands around her tightly. "Chiara?"

"I hate you", she sobbed.

"I am sorry, Chiara. I shouldn't have done that." I cradled her head in my palm. "You can punish me for it however you please."

She only hugged me tighter. "I thought...I thought...you left me."

Fuck.

"I would never do that. Why would I leave you?"

She remained silent and I felt her tears seeping into my shirt which broke my heart.

I pressed a lingering kiss to the side of her head. "I am so sorry, my little hellion. Please don't cry."

"I thought that maybe...you found... someone better, that you don't need me anymore."

"I already told you that you don't have to worry about that." Cupping the back of her neck, I lifted her head.

Tears streaked her cheeks and she kept her eyes lowered. I rested my forehead against hers. "I am only yours. I always have been."

She sniffled and leaned back, anger once again forming in her eyes. "Then why didn't you call me or even text me?"

Cradling her face in my palms, I wiped away her tears. "I am sorry. I..."

"I want an explanation, Ezekiel. You owe me that much at least."

"Yes. I..." I bit my lip, contemplating how to tell her exactly.

I pulled her back against me, holding her firmly, her head on my shoulder while I stroked her hair. "I didn't want to miss you." My cheeks heated up at my confession.

"Oh..." Her lack of response made me blush even further.

"So, did ignoring me helped?" She asked.

My fingers dug into her waist. "No."

She pulled back to look at me, a shy smile playing on her lips and I was glad to see that I wasn't the only one blushing. "I missed you too, Eeel. But I am still angry at you."

She missed me too. My heart flipped inside my chest and mirroring her smile, I hugged her again. "I'll make it up to you, my heart."