Chapter 3 No! It can't be.

Chapter 3

Elena pov

The phone rang consecutively for the fourth time with no response from Kai, my heart constricting with every silence.

A hot tear slipped down my cheeks, and I sobbed incessantly.

He's also not picking up my call. I guessed Im cursed.

I drawled in a muffled sob, rearranging my hair while Riley whimpered, pressing its cold nose against my hands.

I froze, inclining my ears to sounds when I heard it, the vibration of my phone.

I seized my phone, swiping across the screen without checking the caller.

"Who the hell will you be calling my man by this time of the night? Hey bitch! In case you don't know, he got a child and you've got to search for your man elsewhere." The agitated feminine voice sounded as if I were her enemy.

I quickly swiped on the end icon, breathing harder.

The last thing I want is to see my name in a newspaper where I'm being portrayed as a home wrecker or sleeping with half-closed eyes for fear that someone might pull a trigger on me.

It was hard though, but somehow I managed to drift into a deep slumber and when I stirred, my eyelids fluttered open, the rays from the sunlight almost blinded my eyes.

First thing I did was to search for Riley my dog, she was clutched to the back of my heels. Then my mind drifted to my phone and my trembling hands reached out for it with the hope that either Williams or the cops had called.

My eyes squinted and narrowed the moment I saw fifteen missed calls.

"Fifteen missed calls," The words left my mouth unknowingly, and when I clicked on the red icon I couldn't help but be amused.

He called not Willisms but Kai.

I felt a pang of hope but it was quickly replaced by dolor having realized that it might be his wife.

I never knew Kai was married.

A small voice whispered in the back of my mind. "Maybe it wasn't his wife, maybe it's Kai who had called. Why don't you return his call?"

Deliberating, I heaved a sigh.

I was going to press on the call icon when his call came in, this time my finger pad was faster than that of a bolt.

Without uttering a word, I pressed the phone to my ears, anticipating the voice that would sound in my ears.

"Did that mad bitch harass you last night when you had phoned me?" His thick deep voice resonated in my ears, and I couldn't help the butterflies that sizzled in my tummy.

His voice could make a woman wet her panties.

I heard some voices in the background and then his agitated voice filled my ears.

"Bitch we aren't married. I told you to stop tsking my calls or going near my phone." I know he was talking to the lady in the background. Perhaps, the lady who had picked the call last night.

He asked a question, right? And I was supposed to answer but my breath seems to be hitched in my throat. I'm still drooling over his thick British accent.

"And who the hell is on the line?" Silence. "Is the person mute?" he sounded annoyed and I knew if I didn't speak up at that moment he's going to hang up on me.

"I-it's Elena..." I stuttered, heart beating rapidly under my chest.

"Elena, huh? What are you? Another one-night stand who can't get over me?"

"N-no..." I answered in a slur, swallowing hard the lump in my throat. "It's me. Your brother's wife."

Silence.

I was scared, already giving up that he might hang up on me, but his voice broke through the silence.

"Why calling me?" He sounded uninterested.

"I don't know if you're aware that your brother Williams had been missing for the past three months and despite my efforts to get him, to no avail." My voice was shaky as I had ti rush my words like there's a hot food in my mouth.

A low soft laugh. "Williams is missing?" I could imagine his brows being arched over the line.

"Yes," I answered swiftly.

He laughed and spoke in a soft voice. "Oh you're Elena, that foolish lover girl ?"

Anger clawed at my chest at his choice of words for me. How dare he?

But there was nothing I could do, right? I couldn't get mad at him not until I sensed that he was useless and couldn't get me an answer regarding my husband's disappearance.

"Yes, I am. I'm that foolish and stupid bitch, sweet brother-in-law. Can you please tell me about his whereabouts? The rest of the family isn't helping and even the cops told me ti forget about him. But, from your voice, it sounded as if you know something about his disappearance." I bite on my lower lip. "Oh sorry for my choice of words. I meant a little info about his whereabouts could help cure my sleepless night."

"Williams is getting married today. Didn't get the invite?"

His words earned a furrowed brow from me. Married?

I shook my head in disapproval.

"He was missing," I said to correct him.

"He's marrying one of my old whores. Melissa Robert."

Damn. My breath hitched violently I thought I'd choked.

Melissa Robert the same name the private investigator had told me about.

I struggled to catch my breath. "How?"

"Please don't lie to me, Kai. Don't break me further than this." I begged with a shuddering breath.

"What do I gain from the lies? I'll send you the address. Go see for yourself. And Elena..." A pause. "Don't call me again. Not unless you're offering business or your body."

He hung up on me and the next thing that was transpiring was the loud beating of my heart and Riley' who clutched closer to my thighs.

My phone bleeped and it was a message notification from Kai's number.

He just texted me the wedding venue.

I grabbed my phone in anger but my legs were wobbling cause they were weak.

Then I stopped walking, as I had a change of heart. "Why should I even bother myself if truly he wasn't missing and he's just having the best time of his life? I should just sit back at home and enjoy myself."

' Go,' a voice whispered.  'See it with your own eyes.  If he's marrying her he won't think he's fooled you.'

'Stay," another voice hissed. 'Don't humiliate yourself further. You'll look exactly what Kai called you; a foolish lover girl who can't breathe without a man. Look in the mirror, Elena. You used to be beautiful. Now you're hollow, sleepless, older than your age."

Now I'm caught up between my thoughts.