Chapter 38

...Dickinson pov…

The next morning Max accompanied me in my car with Jim driving us to the police station again. As Max and I arrived at the police station, the head of the police department, Chief Johnson, met us at the entrance and led us to his office.

"Mr. Dickinson," he said, as we sat down in front of his desk. "I understand that you're here to report a missing person. But do you have any information."

"Yes," I said, my voice shaking with emotion. "My fiancé, Emile, has been missing for three days now, and we haven't heard from her or the kidnappers."

Chief Johnson nodded, his expression grave. "I understand how difficult this must be for you," he said. "But I assure you that we'll do everything in our power to find her."

"Thank you," I said, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "I know you'll do everything you can to find her."

"That's right," Max chimed in. "But we would like to request that the investigation is kept secret. We don't want to risk the kidnappers getting angry and harming Emile."

Chief Johnson looked at Max, his expression serious. "I understand your concern," he said. "But in a case like this, it's important that we involve as many resources as possible. That means that we'll have to inform the public and the media about Emile's disappearance."

"I see," I said as I turned to look to get his opinion. "We don't really have a choice," he said in a low tone.

"We will think about it" I said, turning to the officer. We stepped out of the office and I had an idea.

Max, why don't we pay a visit to Emily, my wife. I told him.

"Right I will like to see her and wish her good recovery," he said from behind me.

We reached the car and there was no sign of Jim, my driver. I looked around and there was no sign of Jim.

'Where could he have gone?' I pondered as I pulled out my phone to call him. At this moment he came into view from the corner of a car holding a bag of chips, he was absentmindedly munching it and an earpiece was plugged to his ear.

Jim! I called. He didn't hear me. Jim! I shouted this time and he was startled.

"Sorry sir, I was…"

"Take me to the hospital, I want to see Emily"

"What was the name again?" he asked scratching his head.

"Name of what?"

"T..the hospital".

"Saint mary hospital," I said facepalming. Maybe your chips are the reason for your loss of memory".

"Not really" Max chucked.

We arrived at the hospital and made our way to her room. As we walked through the halls, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread and worry wash over me.

When we finally reached her room, I pushed open the door and my wife was lying in the bed, hooked up to various machines. She had a bandage wrapped around her head and her face was bruised and swollen. My heart sank at the sight of her, but I knew she was strong and would pull through.

Max and I approached the bed and my wife gave us a weak smile. "Hey, sweetie," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Hey, babe," I replied, trying to keep my emotions in check. "How are you feeling?"

"I've been better," she said with a small laugh. "But the doctors say I'm healing quickly and should be able to go home soon."

Max and I both let out a sigh of relief at this news. "That's great," Max said. "You're going to be back to your old self in no time."

"I hope so," my wife said with a smile.

Just then, the doctor walked into the room. "Good afternoon," she said. "I see we have some visitors."

"Yes, this is my friend Max," I said, introducing him.

"Nice to meet you, Max," the doctor said. "I'm just here to check on our patient and see how she's doing."

The doctor examined my wife and asked her a few questions. She then turned to us and said, "Everything looks good. Her injuries are healing nicely and we should be able to discharge her in a few days. But she needs to rest and take it easy for the next few weeks."

"Thank you, doctor," I said, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over me.

"Of course," the doctor said. "I'll leave you all to visit now. Just remember, no more than two visitors at a time."

After the doctor left, Max and I sat with my wife and talked for a while. We caught up on old times and she told us about her accident and how she remembered nothing of it. I could tell she was still in pain and tired, but seeing her smile and laugh was all I needed to know she was going to be okay.

As Max and I were getting ready to leave, my wife took my hand and looked at me with tears in her eyes. "Thank you for being here," she said. "I don't know what I would do without you." she said, her voice sparking my emotions.

"Uh...right," I said as I left the room. Max and I left the hospital.

I have some business to attend to, Max said as he hopped into a taxi after waving me goodbye.

… Emily pov…

As they left the hospital I saw a phone at the bedside and bent to pick it up.

This wasn't a Dickinson phone, then it was probably Max I said to myself as I thought of an idea, I began to fiddle with the phone, it had no lock pattern.

Just then, my phone rang. I saw that it was my Sharon, best friend, a woman I had known for years and who happened to be a lesbian. I hesitated for a moment before answering, not sure if I was ready to talk to anyone.

"Hey," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Emily, is everything okay? You sound strange," my friend said, her voice filled with concern.

"I'm fine, just tired," I lied, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Are you sure? Because I can come over if you need me to," she said, her voice filled with concern.

I hesitated for a moment, not sure if I was ready to see anyone. But I knew that my friend was one of the few people I could trust. "Actually, I was involved in an accident," I said, my voice barely audible. "I don't think it's a good idea for you to come over."

"Oh my god, Emily, what happened? Are you okay? I'm coming over right now," she said, her voice filled with concern.

"No, please don't. I'm okay, just a little banged up. But I need some time to process everything," I said, my voice barely audible.

"Okay, I understand. But please call me if you need anything. I'm here for you," my friend said, her voice filled with concern. I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me.

"Goodbye", I was taken by surprise as someone suddenly barged in. 'Max?'

"Oh sorry, I…i came to pick up my phone seems like I forgot it." He said motioning to the phone. By now i had placed it in the exact same position it was.

Max walked into the room, telling me he had forgotten his phone in the hospital and had come back to retrieve it. I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over me as I asked him about Dickinson, my husband. "Is he still seeing that lady from his company?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Max hesitated for a moment before responding. "She's missing," he said, his voice heavy with sadness.

"Missing?"

"Yes missing, she has not been found and there is no information about her whereabouts."

"Oh I see, can you help me up for a moment," I asked Max as he was about to leave the room.

The door suddenly opened and Dickinson walked into the room. He looked surprised to see Max, and I could see a hint of suspicion in his eyes. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice tight with tension.

Max hesitated for a moment before responding. "I came to get my phone," he said, his voice low and guarded.

Dickinson's gaze flicked over to me, and I could see that he had shrugged it off. I felt a surge of anger and betrayal, and glared at him thinking of why he would choose that girl over me, unable to hold back my emotions any longer.

"What's going on, Dickinson?" I demanded, my voice shaking with anger. "Why are you here treating me like this? What has she done to you that you will leave your own wife because of her?

Dickinson looked at me, his expression pained.

"I see this as the best thing to do" he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

This is the end of the road for both of us Emily, you need to sign the papers. I actually came back to remind you.