Lucas' POV
When I woke up in the morning, I felt that my head had been blown by a hammer.For a brief moment, I couldn't even feel my limbs.Lying on the bed like a fucking vegetable, I thought to myself -What the fuck happened to me last night?The last thing I could remember was the glass of wine.Tracey had put something into my wine to make me lose control of myself.That fucking witch. What the fuck had she done to me? I wouldn't be surprised to find out that she had taken away my limbs.The butler came in, looking very upset."What?" I struggled to sit up straight.The butler mumbled, "Sir, about Mrs. Plarre... She... Well...""What?!" I rubbed my eyes and saw the divorce papers on the table.What happened last night suddenly struck me like a fucking baseball bat."Fuck. The divorce papers. Did she sign it?!" I tried to stand up but collapsed on the bed again.The butler fetched the papers for me and I saw that fucking woman's signatures on every fucking required place.She signed it!I couldn't believe it! After what happened to us last night! After she got what she wanted by drugging and taking advantage of me!She fucking signed our divorce papers and made me a fucking divorceé now!"Where's she?!" I rubbed the divorce papers into a ball and threw it on the floor.The butler looked numb and asked in a low voice, "Sir?"I was irritated and said, "Where's my fucking wife?! Where's Mrs. Plarre?!""I'm sorry, Sir. But Mrs. Plarre left at six o'clock this morning..." the butler looked like he was suffering from constipation."Left?! What do you mean she has left?!" I couldn't believe what I had heard."She took a suitcase and walked away, Sir. And before she went away, she asked me to send a message to you...""What did she say?!"The butler collected himself and replied, "She said that you really suck in bed and that's why she wanted a divorce. She also said that she had found someone else. She would leave this country and she would never ever come back...""What?!" I clenched my fists and punched the bed. "That fucking slut! That fucking mink! She has to pay for what she has done to me! Use all your resources to look for her! I don't care what it takes! I want Tracey back! I need my wife back!""But Sir..." the butler looked hesitant, "She signed the divorce papers. So technically speaking, she's not your wife anymore..."I couldn't hold it anymore and roared, "Technically speaking, you're fired. Bring me my mobile and I'll look for someone who can get things done!"As a law-abiding businessman, I know when to pull some strings and make things happen.I dialed the number of the Police Commissioner."Uncle Joey, I'm sorry for calling, but my wife is gone. I need you to notify Interpol and put up a Yellow Notice on her name."My uncle sounded wary, "Luke, what happened? Is she taken or something..."I became desperate."No, uncle! She left! Like what happened in the Gone Girl movie! Shut down all the airports immediately and put up barricades on the intersections. I need her back at all costs!"Tracey's POV
As I got on the boat, I saw police cars swarming on the Creek Bridge.I saw the posters the police held in their hands. My face was printed on them.I knew my husband would definitely turn to his Police Commissioner uncle for help when he found out that I had gone.That was why I had a completely waterborne getaway plan."Are they looking for you?" The captain pointed at the bridge and asked me."Yeah," I replied and pulled up the hoody. With my face all over the press, I didn't feel that I could lie to him."It seems that you're in a lot of trouble, lady," the captain said with a sinister smile. "I overheard it on the radio. The person who's looking for you is willing to pay a million dollars to find you. That's a lot of dollars."One million dollars. That's my price to my ex-husband."I'll give you three million dollars if you can get me to Cuba safely," I said with my hands in my purse, holding a gun.I stole it from Lucas before I ran away just in case.Three million dollars was all that I had in my bank account. If the captain wanted to bargain, I would have to put a bullet in his head to shut him up.But fortunately, he wasn't so greedy.It saved both his and my lives."Well, in that case, you might want to take a nap in the cabin, lady. It will take another four hours before we get to Port Matanzas," the captain smirked.I held a gun in my hands for four hours, pretending to be asleep.It was the longest journey that I had ever had.As soon as the boat stopped, I wired the money into the captain's account and jumped off the boat.There was a carnival at the port.I saw the police walking around in the crowd, checking people's documents.I stopped a dancer who was wearing the loudest costume and paid her 30 dollars to buy her whole outfit.Then, I put on some make-up and blended into the festival crowd.No one had paid any attention to me.Five hours later, I passed the airport customs with a fake passport.25 hours later, I landed in Yangon, Myanmar."What is your purpose for this trip?" The woman at customs asked me with suspicion on her face."To start a new life," I replied in rusty Burmese I picked up on the plane.She looked even more suspicious."My ex-husband is an asshole," I added.She burst into laughter and stamped on my passport."Have a nice stay in our country," she said.I took a deep breath and walked out of the airport.After two days of grand escape, I was finally free.But how am I supposed to make a living in a foreign country?As I thought to myself, I saw an advertisement on the side of the road -"Godfather of TOEFL. 30,000 Kyats an hour. Call me!!! I'll give you a lesson that you can't refuse!!!"I thought to myself, that seemed to be an easy way to make a living.I walked into a language school and said to the receptionist -"Hi, I want to teach TOEFL at your school.""What is your qualification?" the receptionist frowned and asked."I'm American." I put my passport on the table.A few moments later, a woman who looked like a headmaster walked out.She took a glance at my passport and smiled at me."Hi, I am Julie," she said. "And you are hired."Tracey's POVSix years later, I bid goodbye to Julie and my students at the boarding gate."We will miss you, Miss Stewart!" They waved their hands at me with tears in their eyes.Tears also ran down my cheeks.Saying goodbye had never been an easy thing for me, except for the time that I ran away from my husband.And five years flew past just like that."Mommy, don't cry!" A pair of tiny hands, warm and soft, wiped the tears off my cheeks.I lowered my head and saw the little boy sitting on my lap.He had got dark hair just like his dad (little traitor!) and a pair of green eyes just like me.My little Nathanial looked just like a floating angel."Hey, sweetie," I said as I snuffled his hair. "Mommy isn't crying. And you smell so good.""Mommy, why do we have to go back to the States? Can't we stay with Aunt Julie and your students?" Nathan asked."Grandpa has passed away," I said with bitterness. "Mommy has to go back and take care of the aftermaths."Even though he was only five, h
Tracey's POVAt that time, I heard Nathan's voice, "Stay away from my mommy! You big chunk of douchebag!"I looked down and saw my son kicking Lucas' legs and punching his thighs with his little fists."You..." Lucas looked down and picked Nathan up with his giant hands.Then, he lifted him up to his eye level and stared at him.Nathan kicked his legs and waved his arms angrily in the air, trying to hit Lucas, but all his efforts were in vain.Lucas didn't do anything.He just stood there, holding my son like a cub, staring at him.Well, even though I didn't want to admit it, the truth was, that Nathan looked just like a miniature version of Lucas.And of course, Lucas could see it.But I just didn't want to give it to him that easily.I snatched Nathan away from Lucas and held him tightly in my arms."What... What is his name?" Lucas looked overwhelmed and mumbled."His name is Nathan and he isn't your son," I replied while stroking Nathan's hair.Lucas couldn't take his eyes off Nat
Tracey's POVI took a glance at the report. Probability of paternity: 0.0000% !Lucas had a hard time processing this fact. He grabbed the person in charge and barked at his face, "No! There must be something wrong with the test!" Then he pointed at Nathan and roared, "Look at him! He looks just like me! He must be my son!"The person in charge stepped back and said, "Sir, we are a very reputable agency. We are fully responsible for the result of the test." "But that boy is my son!" Lucas growled.I said, "Leave that poor gentleman alone before he calls for the police. You're paranoid and hysterical right now, Lucas. Take the report and go away." Lucas turned back and pressed me against the wall. "You! It must be you! You're the one who's behind everything!" He stared at me with anger. We were so close that it reminded me of what happened on that night before I left.I could tell that he was thinking of the same thing."You're a nymph. What have you done to the test? What have y
Tracey's POVJerry Fisher. This fucking name rings a bell, but I just can't remember who he is.But when I walked into the VVIP lounge in the trendiest nightclub in town, I immediately recognized the bold, short, sturdy man sitting on the sofa, surrounded by two almost half-naked women.Jerry Fisher was one of my craziest suitors before I got married to my husband. He was literally stalking me everywhere I went. It was kind of creepy.No wonder his name sounded familiar."Tracey Stewart! Oh, mine! It's really you!" Jerry exclaimed while pushing away the two women. "When Jacob told me you were back, I couldn't believe it! I mean, look at you! Nine years have passed, but you haven't changed a bit! What have you been drinking? Fountain of youth?"I was about to say something, but he turned to the two girls and continued, "You girls are too young to know anything about the magical Tracey Stewart. She was just like you two. Cheerleader, homecoming queen, social influencer. But one day, she
Tracey's POV"Yeah, of course, I've got a boyfriend. I'm not a fucking nun! And you know what? He's the father of my son Nathan! And if you don't stop treating me like this right now, I'll fucking sue you and get a restraining order on you!"Lucas looked lost and frustrated. There were flames in his eyes.I hadn't seen him being mad like this. Not even for once.As I was trying to break away from him, he pulled me back."How dare you say something like this in front of me? Are you trying to insult me? Let your imaginary boyfriend sue me. I don't care. Nathan is my son and I don't give a fuck what the paternity test says. Do not ever say something like that to me again, woman. Do not try to cross me! Do you understand?!" Lucas held my shoulders and shook me passionately.I said, "Stop being obsessed with me! I'm not your property, and Nathan is my son, not yours. The sooner you figure this out, the better off for both of us."Lucas wasn't at all listening. He was consumed by his anger
Tracey's POV"Seriously?" Jessica raised her eyebrows, gloating while walking into the lounge. " Both Mr. Fisher and I know who you are. Being the only daughter of a multi-billionaire, Miss Stewart must be kidding with us."Jerry Fisher smirked and said, "I have to agree with Miss Waddingham. Your father's net worth was 4 billion before he passed away. Don't tell me that he hadn't left you with anything. You have to pay for this bottle of cognac, Miss Stewart."Aren't these two complement each other? I thought to myself. They would certainly be the most repugnant couple in the world.Noticing my awkward silence, Jessica placed a hand over her forehead and said, "If you go apologize to Mr. Fisher and please him, he might forget about this incident. After all, Mr. Fisher is a very generous man."Lucas walked inside and saw the mess on the ground.He remained silent.Jerry Fisher was drunk. He didn't even seem to notice Lucas. He grabbed my arm and pulled me against him. Then, he pinched
Lucas' POVI had never seen Tracey walking like that when she got out.She has always walked in a very lady-like way, but on that day, she was almost staggering.Is she drunk?No way. I used to see her drinking with her bride's maids on our wedding night. Everyone ended up being drunk, but somehow she was the only one who remained sober.That woman is a walking miracle.I didn't know what had happened to me, but being stuck in this suffocating VVIP lounge, I felt particularly missing her.I missed her slim figure. Who could ever believe that she had pushed a baby out of such a tiny body?I missed her beautiful green eyes. They were always full of witty sparkles and only occasionally filled with anger or tears because of me.She was angry because of me. She cried for me. For me and only me.I used to own that woman. She was completely mine. What kind of idiot am I to let such a perfect woman run away from me? I really wished I could hold her in my arms and rip off her clothes, and...W
Tracey's POVLaura?! Did he fucking just mistake me with his high school sweetheart?!How could he...?!I pushed him away and jumped off the bed, crossing my arms while looking at him with hatred in my eyes.After all these years, he still couldn't forget about Laura!I had to grab my own wrists, so I wouldn't smash his head with a lamp or something.I went to the bathroom and took a cold shower to calm me down.But as soon as I went back to the bedroom and saw Lucas' face, my skin felt boiling again.Damn, he looked so good when he lay on the bed half-consciously like this.What a body.What a flawless face.What a huge chunk of..."Laura..." He murmured, stretching out his arm toward me.Seriously?! Again?! Just when I was about to forgive you because you look so enticing?!I picked up the lamp.He suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his arms."I miss you so much... I shouldn't have let go of you. Please don't go away. Please stay with me. Please, Tracey..."