The Day His Demands Broke My Water novel Chapter 5

Hector pulled his eldest sister in front of him.

“Sis, the red mole on Ivy's arm is not in that position. She's not Ivy!”

A huge wave of surprise flowed through his entire body.

Hector immediately ordered the funeral hall to be dismantled and dismissed the guests.

He called his assistant.

“Go check Ivy's itinerary from yesterday, check all flights thoroughly!”

The assistant found out that after Ivy cleared the rumors, she had gone to the seaside, and the photographer who had been taking night shots swore that he saw her jump into the sea.

But Hector trusted his own memory. The red mole on her arm was clearly located a little higher.

He turned the entire New York upside down, sparing no channel to find her.

From television stations and online platforms to even the street posters.

For several months, there was no sign of her.

Hector dejectedly returned to the villa.

On the white wall, their wedding photo was gone.

He hurriedly called the housekeeper.

“Who told you to take down the wedding photo?”

The housekeeper hesitated for a moment and sighed.

“Sir, don't you remember? It was Madam who took it down herself.”

Hector recalled the day when she had moved a chair by herself to take down the wedding photo.

At that time, he had been standing by the door, watching calmly.

The housekeeper wanted to help, but she insisted on doing it herself.

She took the photo out of the frame and threw it into the trash bin.

Hector rushed to dig through the trash, but couldn't find the wedding photo.

“Where's the wedding photo? Who was responsible for cleaning the bedroom today?”

He was enraged.

A group of maids stood there, too frightened to meet his gaze.

After a long time, a new maid raised her head, her eyes full of terror.

“Sir, it's me. I didn't carefully check what was inside. I thought it was all trash, so I threw it away...”

Hector stepped toward her, his expression as cold as ice.

“You dare! Did I allow you to touch our wedding photo?”

The new maid was forced to retreat repeatedly.

Hector dismissed her immediately and issued a harsh warning: Any cleaning company in the New York that dares to hire her would be in direct conflict with the Lane family.

That day, Hector sent out all his people to search for that wedding photo, scouring every street and alley.

When the wedding photo was found, it was already a crumpled piece of paper.

The half that belonged to me had long been cut out by me with scissors.

Hector fell to the ground, his face filled with pain.

“Ivy, how could you be so heartless? This is the only photo of us together. How could you bear to do this?”