Nester hung up the phone and spun around, bolting out of the hospital.
Was Sabrina gone? Had she left with a suitcase?
No way! That was impossible! How could she have left? She loved him so much, so how could she have just walked away?
"Nester! Where are you going?" Della called out in panic as she watched him turn and rush off like a wild beast, but he could no longer hear her.
There was only one thought in his mind, which was to go home now. Sabrina had to be home—that message had to be fake and a prank, or maybe she was throwing a tantrum and trying to piss him off on purpose.
Yes, that had to be it. She loved him too much to leave.
Nester sprinted down the stairs, stormed into the garage, and started the car. After he floored the gas pedal, the black sports car shot out of the hospital like an arrow from a bow, roaring into the traffic.
Nester's mind was a chaotic mess. One moment, it was filled with Sabrina's calm, lifeless gaze as she fell off the balcony, followed by the icy divorce text and George saying Sabrina told him she was leaving.
On the way, he ran three red lights, turning a usually 40-minute drive into 20.
After the car screeched to a halt in front of the villa with the tires shrieking against the ground, he shoved the car door open and rushed inside.
The villa was empty.
"Sabrina!" he shouted.
But he was only answered with echoes.
After he charged upstairs and pushed the door to the master bedroom, he found the room too clean and unnaturally tidy. Everything that belonged to Sabrina was gone.
In the closet, her everyday clothes were missing. Only the expensive gowns and suits he had bought her, which she had barely ever worn, hung there in lonely silence.
The vanity was bare. All her skincare and cosmetic products were gone, and only a thin layer of dust remained.
On the bedside table, a file lay with a ring on top. It was Sabrina's wedding ring.
When Nester walked over and picked it up, it felt ice-cold.
Under the ring were signed divorce papers with a note taped to them.
Nester's breathing completely stopped in that moment. It felt as though he had been nailed to the spot, with his limbs going numb. Blood rushed to his head, then froze solid.
When he reached out, his fingers shook violently from extreme fear and a sense of impending doom.



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