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CHAPTER 13
Jasper's POV
After knocking endlessly and waiting without any response, impatience took the better of me. My heart raced with fear, anger, and desperation all at once. Without thinking twice, I kicked the door open — the sound echoed through the hallway like thunder.
I stormed into the apartment, calling her name again and again.
"Cathy!"
No reply.
Each room I checked was empty — her clothes gone, her kids' toys missing, her scent already fading from the air. The realization hit me like a punch in the chest. My knees weakened. I leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, my throat tightening as I finally broke down.
"Cathy… where are you? Where is my Cathy?!" I screamed, my voice cracking in pain. Jane rushed in, trying to comfort me, but I shoved her hand away. I didn't want comfort — I wanted her.
Then, a woman's voice came from behind.
"Who dey shout like this?" she asked in a thick accent, standing at the doorway with a curious expression.
I turned immediately. "Please, ma… are you close to Cathy? Have you seen her? Do you know where she went?" The questions poured out of me like water from a broken pipe.
The woman folded her arms and sighed. "She tell me she dey relocate. She don pack all her things go. And I be her landlady, so you go pay for that door wey you break."
My heart sank deeper, but I still reached into my pocket, pulled out five thousand dollars, and handed it to her without a word. Money meant nothing now. Nothing did.
Leaving the apartment, I felt like a ghost — empty, lost, and cold.
Later that evening, I found myself at a bar. The dim lights reflected in the glass of whiskey I kept refilling but couldn't drink. Each drop tasted like regret. No amount of alcohol could drown the ache in my chest.
Finally, I stumbled back home, my eyes red and heavy. "James," I called out weakly, "find her. Find Cathy… no matter what it takes."
But hours turned into days, and days into weeks, with no trace of her.
I sat by the window, staring into nothing, my reflection a reminder of what I'd lost.
"Cathy… where are you?" I whispered again — my voice barely audible — as tears rolled down my face.
Cathy's POV
Life in Mexico was quiet — peaceful, even. I'd bought a small house near the beach, just close enough to hear the soft waves crash against the shore every morning. The sea breeze kissed my skin, the scent of salt filling the air. My children had started attending a good school nearby, and for the first time in a long while, they smiled again.
But no matter how calm my surroundings seemed, my heart wasn't at peace. Every night, when the wind howled softly through my window, memories of Jasper came flooding back — his voice, his touch, the way he used to look at me like I was his whole world.
I told myself I had moved on… that I didn't need him. But deep down, I knew I was lying. My heart still longed for him — the man who once made me believe in love. Yet, every time I remembered the pain, the betrayal, the humiliation I endured because of him and his family, the ache turned into bitterness.
"I can't forgive you, Jasper," I whispered one evening as I watched the sunset paint the sky in shades of orange and red. "No matter how much my heart wants you back… I just can't."
And so, I sat there in silence, the waves crashing before me, caught between love and resentment — between what my heart desired and what my soul could no longer endure.
Ten years later
Jasper's POV
Ten years.
Ten long, empty years since Cathy walked out of my life — and every day since then has felt like punishment for the pain I caused her. I've tried to move on, but no matter how many years pass, I still wake up thinking about her smile, her voice, her warmth.
I'm forty-two now — no wife, no children, no happiness. Just success without meaning. I've built everything, yet I have nothing.
"Cathy… please come back," I whispered, staring blankly out of my office window.
Knock. Knock.
"Come in," I said coldly.
James stepped inside with a gentle smile. "Sir, your flight to Mexico has been arranged."
"When am I leaving?" I asked.
"Now, sir. You'll arrive around 12:00 p.m.," he replied.
I nodded and glanced at the wedding ring on his finger. He's married now, with a daughter — a family I always dreamed of having with Cathy. Sometimes I envy him, but mostly, I'm just happy one of us found peace.
"Okay, you can go," I muttered.
He hesitated before leaving. "Boss, you've got to stop torturing yourself. It's been ten years — maybe it's time to let her go."
I gave a faint, bitter smile. "You don't understand, James. She wasn't just love to me. She was everything."
When he left, silence filled the room again. My mind drifted back to the past — to my grandfather's hateful voice, his racist insults, his threats. I despised him. I despised how his pride and arrogance poisoned everything. He never saw Cathy as human, just because of her color. Even in death, I can't forgive him.
And Cecilia… she played her cards well. She was the storm that destroyed everything, the one who twisted truth into poison and made Cathy's life a living hell.
Grandfather's dead now — two years gone. But his darkness still lingers in this family. Jude and Jane left for Canada years ago, both trying to rebuild what was broken. Jude, especially… he's now a CEO, running one of the top tech companies in Toronto. He's changed — calmer, more remorseful. And deep down, I know he's been searching for Cathy too. Maybe out of guilt, or maybe because a part of him still hopes she'll forgive him someday.
I sighed and looked at the suitcase beside my desk. "Mexico," I muttered. "If she's out there, I'll find her."
Because no matter how many years pass… Cathy will always be the woman my heart beats for. Even in her absence, she's the only reason I'm still breathing.
Cathy's POV
Ten years… ten long, quiet, healing years.
Life has changed so much since the day I left everything behind — the pain, the shame, the memories of Jasper's family. Sometimes I still wake up thinking it's all a dream, but the truth is, those scars are what shaped me into the woman I am today.
I'm thirty-two now, and my life here in Tijuana has turned into something beautiful. I bought a small house near the beach back then, and now it's filled with laughter, love, and peace. The salty ocean breeze every morning feels like freedom — freedom from everything that once broke me.
Lucas and Luna are grown now — both in college, full of dreams and ambition. Lucas wants to become a doctor, and Luna, my sweet little princess, wants to be a journalist. They've made me so proud, and every time I see their smiles, I remember how far we've come.
I'm now the principal of one of the best high schools in the area. The students love me, the teachers respect me, and the community treats me like family. It's not the life I once imagined, but it's a life I've built with strength, sweat, and endless prayers.
Still… some nights, when the moon shines over the water, I find myself staring at the horizon, wondering if Jasper ever thinks of me too.
Because no matter how strong I pretend to be, a part of me still longs for him — for the man who once made me feel safe, cherished, and seen.
Sometimes, Lucas and Luna ask about their father.
"Mom, who was he? What was he like?" they'd ask, curiosity glowing in their eyes.
And every time, I smile faintly and say, "Forget about him, my loves. Some memories are better left behind."
But deep down, I know it's a lie. Because no matter how far I've run, I can never truly forget Jasper.
Not his voice.
Not his touch.
Not the way he looked at me like I was his whole world.
Even after ten years of peace, success, and healing…
my heart still whispers his name.
At an Abyss
"Are you sure he's going to Mexico?" a deep, unfamiliar voice asked from the shadows, his tone calm but dangerous.
"Yes, he is," the other replied quickly, almost nervously, his voice echoing faintly in the dark.
A brief silence followed — the kind of silence that carried weight, like something terrible was about to unfold.
The first man smirked, his face barely visible under the dim light of a single hanging bulb. He leaned back in his chair, eyes glinting with malice.
"Good," he said coldly. "Then let's see how it goes."
The sound of footsteps faded into the distance, and all that remained was the low hum of the abyss — quiet, heavy, and filled with the promise of danger.
Watch out for chapter 14
To be continued....
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