"Leaving someone is hurtful. But it brings a miserable feeling when that certain someone doesn't even know you disappear."
Kendra's POV
When I returned to the penthouse, all the lights were out, and not even a single inhabitant was inside.
It seemed that my husband didn't come home, not even once. The kitchenware was still where I left them.
I checked the sheet of our bed and I found no wrinkles, no one laid down there.
There was no piece of trash, and it all pointed to Johann not coming back home.
It's been almost five days since we last talked and saw each other.
I began to ask myself, "Did he even notice my disappearance? Did he even notice I was hospitalized?"
I got something to drink inside the fridge and quenched my thirst.
I roughly put down the bottled water after taking a sip. I felt so annoyed to even think that he didn't care about me at all.