I stood transfixed at my place as I tried to process what just happened. I feel happy to know that Ace trusted me enough to tell me about such a rough night. I never thought that this could happen in this lifetime, but it did. I don't need him to tell me that he trusts me because I know he does. The fact that he just shared with me his worst nightmare, is a symbol of our developing relationship.

But with this happiness comes the crashing pain of knowing what happened to Ace's parents. But I still couldn't digest that John could do all that. I just never thought that he could be so...evil and dark.

And I was just trying to talk some sense into him for wanting vengeance so badly. My heart falls thinking how could John be so heartless that he did such things to the Parker family when he was a part of it?

And the saddest part is that an unborn child got stuck into all these complicated things and never got a chance to see this world. Lydia's unborn child was thrown into oblivion and all that happened even though he or she was not at fault. I couldn't imagine the emotions Ace must have gone through when he learnt that his sister or brother didn't even get to see it's mother, father, sister and brother. Instead it lost it's life amidst all the sadness that surrounded Ace's mother Lydia.

How great would it have been for Ace and Jennifer to have a little sister or brother to love? Could that have changed how Ace is today? Could it be possible that the presence of that baby would have stopped Ace from holding so much of hatred?

Maybe.

But the despair and sorrow of his mother leaving him would have never left him even then. And Jennifer? How will I face her after knowing all this? Should I talk to her about all of this when I actually meet her day after tomorrow?

And tomorrow?

Isn't that the last day I have with Ace alone? The last day of our 'honeymoon'....

And do you what's the last place? It's the city of Love - Paris.

Yeah, I wasn't supposed to know that but yesterday when I saw the papers on the table that Ace had left because of our delayed flight - I saw the last day's destination written on the ticket sort of thing. It was Paris.

Ace still doesn't know that I know this. I mean who would tell the devil that I peeked into his personal papers?

Of course not me.

But where is Ace? I should I have consoled him and comforted him when he told me about his parents but instead I went down shouting at him. I was so silly picking up on small things like our contract marriage. I mean everyone knows that he married me for the company and I now I understand why it was so important for him. I shouldn't have bombarded him with questions like I did. I should have let him calm down and relax.

Stupid me.

I looked around to see that there was no one in sight. And it was quite expected because this was a private suite. But the growing chillness around due to the onset of the night, was forcing me to go inside and eat something hot. Maybe barbeque? Or pizza? Or something hot and spicy?

The thought of food was enough to make my mouth water. My imagination kicked in as pictures of delicious foods started forming in front of my eyes.

I started advancing towards the resort with my head swirling with all the things that happened in the last hour. In the course of this, I didn't notice the footsteps behind me until it was too late. Before I could turn and see who was suddenly present in the deserted area, a sharp and painful stinging sensation enveloped my senses and something was injected into my left arm. Everything happened so fast that I couldn't help myself, I was blindfolded as darkness surrounded me. It was so fast that I lost consciousness before I could start screaming for help.

Oh god.

At least he/she/it, who did this, should have let me eat something.

My poor stomach.

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That was too hard.

The question was anticipated but then also, it was really hard telling her. And don't even start with the question of why I told her. I never thought I could ever share what I felt and saw that dreadful night. But I did. I told her everything. At least everything of what actually happened with my parents.

It was very difficult starting to narrate everything in the starting but once I started, I didn't hold back. And somewhere deep down I knew that telling someone about that night actually lessened the weight of guilt on my shoulders. After I told her, there was this feeling of upliftment which after all these years made me feel like I wasn't alone. And that feeling was like a promise which said that I can actually move on.

Is this what moving on is?

Because it certainly felt nice. It felt nice to share the tangled stories of the past with her, as it made a part of me realize that life isn't finished yet - there is still some hope.

A single ray of hope was there which could actually make me accept my past and not forget it. It made me realize that moving on doesn't mean that you use Ctrl A to select all the dreadful moments and then delete it. Moving on is embracing your past and accepting what happened instead of forgetting it. It motivates you to not repeat your mistakes and helps you to live a better life. And this is what she teaches me.

That really sounds....preachy?

But everything is not peachy here. I snapped at her.

She didn't have to argue with me but I shouldn't have snapped her like that. But I did it. That's what I do. I snap at everything and everyone that tries to help me. And I really don't mean to but I can't help it. I don't know how to share my feelings with someone else. Heck I don't even know what feelings are.

I really hate this f- word.

Should I go and talk to her?

Yeah you should. My other self mocked me.

But won't that be too much?

No. what you did with her was too much.

Why am I questioning you?

You are not questioning me, you are questioning 'you' dumbass.

Oh shut up.

Well that also you can only do.

But I am not saying anything!

Then why are you asking yourself to shut up?

I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. Was I really just fighting with myself?

This girl will definitely make me go mad someday.

I did the only thing I am good at when I fight with her.

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"Excuse me but what did you just say that you did?" Ryder's voice screeched through the other side of the phone.

Now I am sure that I have this habit of asking for trouble when I am already in trouble.

"I said that I told-" I was cut off by Ryder's over enthusiastic voice.

"Oh I heard you Acey, I just didn't trust what my ears just interpreted for me. You. - Ace Parker. - told Eva about that night? Oh my love. I am going to become an uncle soon!"

I mentally face palmed myself at this.

"I just told you how I snapped at Eva and you are talking about....seriously?" I asked not at all amazed by his preposterous comments. Yeah that is a heavy word for the idiot but suits him.

"Well now that you have told her about you darkest secrets then I am sure you will having sex in the next one week or less, right? I am betting on 5 days though." He said like he was seriously giving the idea a thought and I am sure he was.

"Well if you don't shut the ranting up, I am going to circulate the pictures of your kindergarten self. And I am betting it will take less that 30 seconds to upload it on social media." I said trying to shut him off and it did. He went silent, and I could imagine his contemplating look right now. Finally his voice came -

"You win. I am switching on my serious mode for now." He said in a childish voice.

Yeah, those photos are really very embarrassing.

"Okay so you told her about that night and your past - something which only I knew. Then you snapped at her and now you don't know what to do. Right?" He asked me again.

"Yes. that's what I have been trying to tell you since the last 5 minutes dumbass." I said annoyed.

"Then go find her and apologize dumbass." He said as if that was the easiest solution to come up with.

"Okay. But isn't that harder than it sounds." I asked unsure.

"Oh for fuck sake Acey go before it is too late. Or I am going to come there and tie you both with the same handcuff and leave you in a locked cupboard till you two make up and make out." He screeched from the other side and I pulled the phone away from my years to minimize the screeching affect.

"Okay okay. I got your point." I said as I cut the phone.

Fine. I will do that.

I will go to her.

Look at her.

Open my mouth.

And say-

I am sorry.

With this thought I started going towards the shore where I left her. Maybe she will still be there. Or maybe she isn't?

I should check. I reached the place I left her, still replaying what I will saying to her. It sounded easy in my head but I knew it would be damn difficult to actually say it.

I looked back and forth but there was no trace of Eva there. Maybe she went inside the room. Why would she stay here in the chillness? So stupid of me. I shook my head at my stupidity as I started going towards the room.

But to my surprise and concern, she wasn't there also. Now I was getting worried. Where did she go? Did she do something stupid because I snapped at her? Where the hell is she?

I frantically checked the premises of the island but to no luck. She wasn't anywhere. I then called the manager of the villa to inquire about her but there was nothing. Now I was getting angry. Is she playing with me or something? She isn't picking her phone also. And how will she? It is thrown on the bed in her room. Why does she even keep a phone when she doesn't use it?

I didn't know what to as the fear of losing her crossed my mind. I don't know what has changed but I certainly care for that crazy-blue-eyed girl who is supposedly my wife. My anger was partially directed towards her because she didn't tell me where she was going. But the other part of the anger was towards me - why did I behave like that? Why did I fucking leave her alone even for a minute?

No. I am not going to sit and overthink. I have to do something. I called the administrator of the place and asked him to keep the CCTV camera footages ready for me to see. And being Ace Parker, that wasn't hard for me. I then quickly went to the main office to see the recordings.

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It has been an hour since we are seeing the recordings, which is exactly half the amount of time since I last saw her. It has been two hours since I saw her, and still I am nowhere close to finding out where she is. There is no record of Eva leaving the villa or going anywhere around. There is no CCTV camera on the beach where I last left her, because of which I can't determine where exactly she went after I left her.

Did someone hurt her?

Now thoughts like this were coming into my mind.

"Show me the footage of the main entrance again." I told the man in-charge of the surveillance.

"Yes sir. Just a second." He said as he scrolled back to the footage we saw minutes ago.

"Start from two hours ago. That is when she would have gone out of the villa. She isn't on the island." Unless she is hiding in the bushes or something- I added mentally. You can expect that from her, you know. But if she was hiding she would have come out by now. It has been four hours since she had something to eat. I don't think that she could stay without food for longer than 2 hours. She is in some serious situation that is why she isn't here.

I again looked at the footage and just when I thought that it was no use seeing it again - something caught my eye. Something reflected in the light of the lamps on the entrance. It was a pendant. Eva's pendant. Her mother's. The sapphire one.

It was on the back of a blue truck. It was visible because the back of the truck car was open and a black sac was kept on it. The pendant had probably fallen from her neck. Which means she was in the truck. Was she in the sac? Has she been...kidnapped?

What?

Is it one of my rivals or something?

I paused the footage and zoomed in enough to see the number plate of the truck. And thankfully the number was visible. I noted the number and circulated it around the police for information.

I then called the record office and told them the number of the car. It was only a matter of few minutes before I would get all the information on the whereabouts of the truck.

The pendant is on the truck and Eva doesn't take it off anytime so I am quite sure that she was on the truck. At last I got a lead on her.

I am going to find you Eva.

Just wait. I am going to find you.

Wait for me.

I frantically screamed and yelled trying to find her but I couldn't. The desire to see if she was okay was burning inside me. I was feeling so fucking helpless. What if she isn't here?

What if I am too late to save her?

What if something happens to her?

Will I be ever able to forgive myself it someone hurt her?

What if I fucking lose her?

No. No. No.

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