[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 92: Still looking for him?

As Thomas left the room, Elijah clenched his fists and promised himself that he would find Ash, no matter what. And when he does, there would be no more running, no more hiding. He wouldn’t let Ash escape him again.

Elijah’s car glided silently through the dark streets. He made a stop at a small bakery, one he knew well, and purchased a cake he’d been purchasing for the last two years, it’s the third year this time. He left as quickly as he’d come.

When Elijah arrived at his house, the servants were quick to greet him, but he brushed past them without a word. They hesitated, sensing the tension radiating from him, and one of them asked cautiously, "Sir, should we prepare dinner?"

"No," Elijah replied curtly, his voice cold. "I’m not hungry."

He ascended the grand staircase. His feet led him to his room, a space that felt emptier with each passing day. He pushed open the door and entered, closing it softly behind him. The room was bathed in soft, dim light, but to Elijah, it felt cold and lifeless.

He walked over to the small table near the window and set the cake down gently. He stared at it for a moment, his chest tightening.

Elijah reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. His fingers trembled slightly as he scrolled through the photos until he found the one he was looking for. It was a picture of Ash, smiling softly at the camera, eyes bright and full of life. Elijah’s breath caught in his throat as he gazed at it, the pain in his chest intensifying.

He set the phone next to the cake, the image of Ash facing him.

"Hey baby..." he whispered softly, his eyes watered yet he didn’t cry in front of Ash.

"I know you’re not here to hear this, but I need to say it anyway. Today was supposed to be your day, our day. I wanted to celebrate you, to make you smile, to show you how much you mean to me. But instead, I’m sitting here a-alone, holding onto a memory, trying to find the right words to fill this empty space you’ve left behind."

He could barely speak as his voice began to break.

"Happy birthday, Ash. I hope wherever you are, you’re at peace now. A-Ash...I—miss you, love. So, so, so much. P-Please come back."

He sniffled as he’s been doing for the last few years. But no matter how much he cried, how much he begged, Ash never came back.

"I’ve been trying to find meaning in all this pain, trying to make sense of why you’re not here with me. The truth is, I don’t know how to live without you. Every day feels so alone and lonely without you. The silence in this house is deafening and constantly reminds me of your absence. I just stare at the empty spaces where you used to be, trying to catch a glimpse of you, hoping against hope that you’ll walk through the door and everything will be okay again.

I regret everything. I regret every harsh word, every mistake, every moment when I failed to appreciate you the way you deserved. I wish I could take it all back, that I could undo the hurt I caused you. If I could, I would do anything to have you back, to make things right between us.

I’m so sorry, Ash. I’m sorry for not being the partner you needed, and for not fighting harder to keep us together. I’m sorry for all the pain I caused you, and for the times I took you for granted. You were everything to me, and I messed it all up.

Life feels so empty now. Every corner of this place reminds me of you—the way you’d smile, the way you’d laugh, the way you’d hold me close. I miss you more than I can put into words.

Please, Ash...if you can hear me, if you can feel this, come back. Come back to me. I don’t care about anything else—just you. Just us. I love you more than words can say, and I’m not ready to let you go."

He presses a kiss to the photograph, his lips trembling as they touch the cold, lifeless surface.

"But despite all this pain, I want you to know one thing. I’m not giving up. I won’t rest until I find you. Don’t worry, Ash—I will find you. I’ll do whatever it takes to bring you back into my life."

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NEXT DAY –

Elijah walked into Noah’s company with a sense of purpose, though he knew it was becoming a routine—a ritual, almost. The front desk staff had long since stopped trying to deter him; they knew better than to get in his way. He moved through the sleek lobby with a steady stride, his presence alone commanding respect. He was dressed impeccably, as always, in a dark suit that only accentuated the cold edge in his eyes.

He didn’t mind waiting. In fact, he expected it. Noah always made him wait as if to remind Elijah that he held something over him—information, control, something Elijah couldn’t easily grasp. Elijah sat in one of the chairs, his gaze fixed on the polished floor, fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest. Minutes turned into an hour, but he didn’t move, didn’t show a hint of impatience. He was used to this game.

Finally, the door to Noah’s office swung open, and Elijah looked up as Noah stepped in. Noah was dressed in a crisp, tailored suit, a lazy smile tugging at his lips as he took in the sight of Elijah waiting. His demeanour was as cool and composed as ever like nothing could ruffle his calm.

"Elijah," Noah greeted him with a sigh, the amusement barely concealed in his voice. "Back again, I see."

Elijah stood slowly, his movements deliberate. "Noah," he replied evenly, his tone controlled.

Noah walked over to his desk, tossing a folder onto it casually before turning to face Elijah. "You know, you really should make an appointment," he said, leaning back against the desk, arms crossed over his chest. His posture was relaxed, but there was a sharpness in his eyes.

Elijah’s lips curled into a smirk, though it didn’t reach his eyes. "Why bother? You’d just make me wait anyway."

Noah chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Fair point." He tilted his head slightly, observing Elijah with a calculating gaze. "So, what brings you here today? Let me guess...still looking for Ash?"