I Deleted You Traitor Even My Blade Forgot Your Name novel Chapter 22

New York.

At the kidnapping site, massive pools of blood had dried to a dark brown.

Based on the amount of blood and the kidnapper’s statement-“stabbed her once and she stopped moving–police determined Flara Carter’s chances of survival were extremely low.

Most likely, her body had been dumped in the wilderness or thrown into a river.

When the news reached Grayson, he was in the hospital room with Serena, who was still shaken from the ordeal.

The moment he heard “extremely low chance of survival,” the glass in his hand crashed to the floor and shattered.

‘No way!” He shot to his feet, eyes bloodshot, voice twisted with fear.

‘She’s not dead! She can’t be dead! Find her! I don’t care if you have to search the entire country–find HER!”

He mobilized every resource he had. The reward money was staggering.

Missing person posters went up everywhere. Private investigators–even people from the underworld–were brought in.

Every suspicious lead, he checked himself. And every time he came back empty–handed, the darkness in his eyes grew heavier.

Someone cautiously tried to reason with him. “Mr. Morgan, with all that blood at the scene… your wife, she’s probably-”

‘Shut up!” Grayson snapped, eyes vicious enough to kill. “She’s not dead! She’s just angry. Hiding. She’s blaming me…”

He refused to believe she was gone.

He didn’t love her anymore. That much was true.

Ten years of marriage had worn away the initial passion. What remained was habit. Responsibility.

Then Serena came along–like a burst of fresh, vibrant light in his dull life.

she was young. Independent. Playful. Full of life. Completely different from Elara, who’d grown quiet over the years, focused only on mundane July realizes,

He cheated. He enabled Serena. When Elara’s mother was dying, he left the hospital because Serena called…

He’d done a lot of terrible things.

But he never wanted her dead.

Ten years.

From youth to maturity. From nothing to power. Flara had been part of his entire life

During those brutal early startup days, she was the one eating cold bread with him. The one who silently supported him through failure after fadure.

She used to be bright, talented, full of potential But for him, she dimmed her own light Confined herself to a small, domestic world

He didn’t love her anymore. But ten years of history wasn’t fake.

It was a habit carved into his bones. Like the left hand knowing the right. You don’t notice it until you try to sever it then the pats is unlearable

During those frantic days searching for Elara, Grayson harely slept.

He drank himself numb. In the empty villa that no longer carried her scent, he stared at her photo and muttered over anut over

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“Elara, come back… Just come back, and well… we’ll talk it out…”

But sometimes, in moments of extreme exhaustion and despair, a dark thought would slip through-

If she really was dead… wouldn’t that be a kind of relief?

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