Chapter 6

Third-Person POV: Silas only opened the delivered envelope the next day. He had actually received it a day ago but had set it aside after looking at who the sender was. He only remembered it when Megan reminded him the next day. The moment Silas saw the divorce agreement, he felt like Roxanne's tantrums had reached a new high. "Divorce papers? Mrs. Huntington must be angry, huh? It must be because of the old house. But you've already explained to her that I need to move in because of my work, Mr. Huntington. Yet she still doesn't understand. Why don't I just not move in?" Megan said. Her words immediately ignited the rage in Silas' heart. "Why would you not? I swear I'll teach Roxanne a lesson if it's the last thing I do! Call the renovation team and tell them to hurry up!" Silas yelled. She concealed her glee as she listened to his angered words. She then hummed in assent and left the room. She would let Roxanne throw her tantrum. The more tantrums she threw, the happier Megan would be. Silas tossed the divorce agreement on his desk and called Roxanne's number, but she didn't answer. After several more futile calls, Silas decided to head home. He wanted to see just how big a scene Roxanne intended to cause. If Roxanne still wanted a divorce, then Silas would oblige her. Silas hurriedly drove back to the villa, only to see that Roxanne was nowhere to be found. Much of the furniture was gone too. But Silas didn't pay it much mind. He called out Roxanne's name, but no one responded. He then went into their bedroom upstairs, only to find that the once-full wardrobe was now empty. Even the presents that Roxanne had happily said she'd display in the most eye-catching spot in the room after receiving them from Silas were gone. For some reason, Silas felt a small ache in his heart. There was nothing left in the bedroom save for a notebook on the desk. It looked to be quite old, as the corners of the pages were yellowed and curling up. Silas flipped it open out of curiosity. Roxanne's elegant handwriting appeared before his eyes the moment he flipped the cover open. Both their names were written there with a little heart shape in the middle. Silas recalled that she used to love writing in her diary in her youth. She wrote entries nearly every single day after her relationship with Silas became official. In the beginning, he was curious about what she'd written and had asked her to show him before. But she never let him. So, Silas would sneakily read Roxanne's precious diary every night once she fell asleep. He'd then put it back to where it was after reading it. Silas recalled how all the entries were centered around him. He started getting busier when his company began to grow, so he slowly lost interest in peeking at Roxanne's diary. Silas remembered he had still seen her write in the study for a period of time, but he did not have any recollection of what happened after that. He casually flipped through Roxanne's diary, not having the patience to read through such sentimental drivel. He then flipped to the last page. Only a single sentence was written on it. "Goodbye, Silas." Silas silently stared at the words as rage swelled in his chest. He angrily flung the diary into the trash can before marching toward the front door. It seemed Roxanne had run away from home again. How old did she think she was—three? Did she really think her little tantrum would frighten Silas? How utterly absurd! Silas tapped on Roxanne's number in his contacts list, planning on blocking her once again. But then a call came in from her number. Silas sneered before answering the call. "Didn't you run away from home? You couldn't even make it past a day?" Only silence answered him. After a long moment, a woman sniffled and said, "This is Jennifer. You need to come to the funeral parlor right away. Roxanne has passed."