What We Had Was Never Real novel Chapter 11

"Natania's gone missing? How could she be missing?" Stephen was stunned, seemingly unable to comprehend the situation.

How was it possible that Natania was missing? When he mentioned throwing a birthday party for Andrew yesterday, she had readily agreed. She hadn't acted strange at all, so why was she suddenly gone?

"Mr. Fost, the housekeepers at the villa said that Mrs. Fost didn't even return home yesterday. Her clothes and important documents are missing too. It seems likely that she left of her own volition."

When Stephen heard that, his eyes darkened. Those words were like a pebble tossed into the water, throwing his emotions into a jumbled mess. His mind went blank, and he seemed to lose all ability to think.

"That's impossible! There's no way Tania would leave voluntarily. Could she have run into some danger?"

Even Stephen himself didn't realize that his voice was shaking.

Natania was his wife and loved him even more than life itself. How could she have left of her own accord?

Nathan was silent for a moment before he handed his phone to Stephen. "Mr. Fost, you'll understand once you read this."

Accepting the phone, Stephen saw that it was an official announcement from Wendell Group's social media account.

Puzzled, he scrolled down, only to see that it was a divorce announcement. In an instant, he was dumbfounded, feeling like he had been struck by lightning.

He blinked in disbelief and carefully reread the post. He recognized the words individually, but when combined, he suddenly found them incomprehensible.

He didn't know how he had suddenly become divorced overnight.

Nathan knew that his next words would be cruel, but he still had to say them. "Mr. Fost, Wendell Group has officially announced that they will cut off all ties with Fost Group from now on. They've also made it public that Ms. Natania Wendell has divorced the CEO of Fost Group, Mr. Stephen Fost."

Stephen's heart sank to his feet instantly.

"What exactly happened? Natania is my wife! How could Wendell Group have posted such a thing without my consent?"

He forced himself to calm down, but his knuckles, white from how tightly he was clenching his fists, betrayed his unease.

"Get the car ready! I'm heading to the Wendell residence!" he ordered coldly.

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