Page 81 of Surrendering to the Obsession

“She must be waiting for me,” James muttered, his voice shaky, his eyes unfocused. He looked at William like a man desperately searching for someone to agree with him. “Obviously. Divorce was just a… a brief break between us. Married couples fight. Married couples argue. Isn’t that how all marriages are?”

His lips trembled, and he tried again, but nothing clear came out. He couldn’t even form the words properly.

“How—how can she—” The words broke apart in his throat.

He stared at the ripped pieces of paper scattered on the floor, then suddenly turned and stormed toward the door, chest rising and falling harshly.

But before he could leave, Kylie rushed forward, throwing her arms tightly around his waist from behind. She hugged him desperately, pressing her face against his back.

“James— you clearly saw how fast that bitch moved on,” she said loudly. “Look at her. You divorced her not even a few weeks ago and she already got married to some other man.”

James froze, fists clenching at his sides, his shoulders stiffening.

“She is not loyal to you,” Kylie pressed, sharp with jealousy. “She was clearly in it for money. Look how fast she moved on. She married another man the moment you divorced her. She left you so fast…”

Then her tone suddenly softened. Her cheek pressed against his back as she whispered, “But I promise, I will always be with you. You know I have always loved you. Let her go, James. That woman isn’t worth your time!”

Before she could say anything else, James grabbed both her hands—hard. His fingers dug painfully into her wrists as he yanked them off his waist. Then, with a violent shove, he threw her back. Kylie stumbled on her heels, legs wobbling, and fell onto the floor with a sharp gasp, her palms slapping the ground as she landed.

James’ eyes were bloodshot, his expression twisted with disbelief and rage.

“She’s not married to someone else!” he roared, voice echoing off the office walls. His chest heaved aggressively. “She wouldnevermarry anyone else. She’s my wife. MY. WIFE!”

His chest heaved as he shouted again, louder, rawer: “I don’t want anyone else! I just want Mia. I just want HER!”

He spun sharply toward the man who had delivered the information, stepping toward him so fast the man flinched.

“Give me her address!” James barked. “Where is she staying right now?!”

The man swallowed hard, shoulders tense, sweat gathering at his temples. He shook his head anxiously.

“Mr. Sinclair, a-as I said… I didn’t find her new address or any other information,” he said nervously. “The only thing I managed to find is that she has gotten married again… but I also managed to find her contact number. She has a new phone, a new number.”

He hurriedly pulled out another paper and handed it over with both hands.

James snatched it without even looking at the paper, and then stormed out of the office.

Outside the building, he practically stumbled to his car. His hands were shaking so hard he almost dropped the keys. Once inside, he slammed the door and gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

The moment the engine started, he sped off.

The car tore through the Manhattan streets like it had no brakes. His eyes were glazed, unfocused—barely seeing anything except the road smearing past him. His breathing was heavy, erratic. The world around him blurred—lights stretching, horns blaring, but he didn’t hear any of it.

All he saw was Mia.

All he felt was the ache ripping through his chest.

On the passenger seat, the folded paper with her new number lay untouched. Every time his gaze flicked toward it, his entire body trembled harder.

Anticipation. Rage. Fear. Something burning deep in his chest. Something he couldn't name.

‘The last time I saw her… she almost died. Those kidnappers tried to kill her… and me… And now she’s married again?’

His thoughts raced uncontrollably. His heart punched painfully against his ribs.

‘Did she get married right after she left me? Or did she marry after the kidnapping? Is she scared? Is she trying to protect herself? Did the kidnapping make her so afraid that she married someone else…? Did she marry that man because she thoughthecould give her protection?’

His throat tightened, his vision blurring.