What had she gone through… alone… while he ignored her calls, too consumed by his meetings, his mergers, his empire to notice the silent suffering of the woman who waited each night by the window for a husband who never came home?
His obsidian eyes burned with a dark, restless fury as he swiped back to the CCTV folder.
Each video from that day blinked with the same corrupted error message. Systematically deleted. Entire hours gone as if the day itself had never existed.
His chest tightened with a suffocating heaviness.
If something had happened to her… if she had called out to him for help…
And he hadn't answered.
Because he didn't care.
Because he had told her to stop disturbing him.
Because he had believed she was nothing more than a quiet, unobtrusive wife who asked for too much even in her silence.
His vision darkened around the edges as he pressed a fist against his mouth, exhaling a quiet, ragged breath through clenched teeth.
