Accidental Marriage Chapter 91: SHE IS NOT AT HOME

Chapter 91: SHE IS NOT AT HO

Astrid paced anxiously around the hospital room, her heart racing with anticipation.

She couldn’t shake off the feeling of dread that had been building up inside her. The wait for the doctor’s results seed interminable.

As she walked, her mind wandered to her mother’s fragile condition. She had prayed tirelessly, begging God to grant her mother a speedy recovery.

The thought of embracing her mother, holding her close, and feeling her warmth brought tears to Astrid’s eyes.

But reality struck hard. This year had been rciless, and her father’s words echoed in her mind.

"This year is not your year." his last word before leaving her to her fate. Leaving the sa wife he had just claid he loved to the doctor.

Astrid’s lips trembled as she struggled to contain her emotions. She needed comfort, soone to assure her that everything would be okay. But she was alone.

Desperation crept in as she raked her hands roughly through her hair. She should be with her mother, not leaving her side for a mont.

But she needed to hide the truth from Julian even though weighed heavily on her conscience.

Just then, her phone rang, shrill in the silence. Astrid stared at it, hesitant to answer.

She knew Julian would be furious, demanding to know why she was still outside the hospital room.

The middle of the night was no ti to be receiving calls, and Julian hated it when she stayed out late.

With a heavy sigh, Astrid turned off her phone, her thoughts refocusing on the door. She waited anxiously for the doctor’s update, her heart suspended in limbo.

As minutes ticked by, Astrid’s anxiety intensified. Her eyes remained fixed on the door, willing the doctor to erge with good news.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and the doctor entered, his expression somber.

"Mrs. Logan," he began, his voice gentle.

Astrid’s heart skipped a beat.

"What is it, Doctor?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The doctor’s words tumbled out, a mixture of dical jargon and hopeful reassurances.

While on the other hand, Julian’s face twisted in frustration as he dialed Astrid’s contact, only to find her phone switched off.

"What the heck? Where is she?" he growled, kicking the chair. He had git ho drunk The previous night and went straight to his room with the hope that Astrid was in her room.

He woke up the next morning not seeing her traces, he decided to ask and he was told she hadn’t co ho the previous night.

Larry, his assistant, approached cautiously. "Boss,"

"Why hasn’t she co ho?" he asked ignoring him.

Julian’s anger boiled over. "I..." Julian kicked the chair backward, ready to unleash another blow when Larry fell to his knees.

"Find my wife!" Julian barked, his voice low and nacing. He couldn’t explain why he was acting this way, but the thought of Astrid’s whereabouts gnawed at him.

Larry scrambled to his feet. "I checked the office footage, sir. She left around 2 PM, before closing ti yesterday."

Julian’s eyes narrowed. "What do you an she left at 2 PM? Why didn’t I notice she wasn’t in the office?" He pulled out his phone and dialed Ryan’s number.

"Why the fuck didn’t you tell

about Astrid?" Ryan’s throat tightened with confusion.

"I tried to explain, sir, but you were angry and—"

Julian cut him off. "Fuck it!" He pulled the phone away from his ear.

Ryan’s apologetic voice drifted through the line. "I apologize for not informing you on ti, sir."

Julian’s fury simred. "I have no ti to exchange words with you. By the ti I am done, you will regret every action that made

worry." Julian announced and hung up.

Larry hesitated before speaking. "Sir, I checked the cara footage. She seed worried and left the office in a hurry."

Julian’s eyes locked onto Larry. "Play the footage."

He did as told and the video revealed Astrid checking her phone, then rushing out of the office. She hailed a cab outside the company building, and that was the last sighting.

Julian’s grip on his phone tightened as mories flooded back. The investigator’s video shows n stalking Astrid, and his orders to stop them.

"Find her," Julian growled, his voice dripping with urgency.

Larry nodded, fingers flying across his phone.

Julian’s mind raced with worst-case scenarios. Where was Astrid? Was she safe?

This ti he began to get worried the thought of sothing bad happening to her crossed his mind for the first ti.

He picked up his phone and began dialing Contacts over and over again, but it switched off. It tried tracing it, but there was nothing there for her for him to treat in getting to her.

Pacing around the living room he couldn’t help but wonder what exactly would have gone wrong.

He dialed his investigator number and imdiately he picked up, "3244 A4. Trace that car and tell

where the heck it had stopped,"

"Boss bit it’s hard how can I..."

"It picked up my wife in front of my company, be fast with that she might be in danger." he let out and hung up imdiately.

He then called the last ti she stayed out late she used a huge sum of amount from his credit card, and she told him never to push her to tell him what it was about.

"Was this happening because of the n?" he thought, could it be that the kiss was forced on her?

He checked the ti he had received the video sent to the system and then checked back the ti she had run out of her office, which coincidentally was the sa.

Julian’s mind raced, and he considered a dreadful possibility. "Could it be that soone’s been threatening her, and now she’s scared to co ho?" For the first ti, fear etched Julian’s face.

He paced beside the door, awaiting Astrid’s return. His forehead creased with worry.

Just then, the door swung open, and Maren walked in, oblivious to the tension.

"Astrid," he called excitedly but he stopped seeing who it was.

"Hey, Julian! I see you’re excited to see ," Maren said, her voice laced with amusent.

But Julian’s anxiety didn’t dissipate "Where have you been? Astrid’s nowhere to be found, and she just had surgery years ago."

Maren’s grin faltered. "What do you an she’s nowhere to be found?"

Julian’s voice tightened. "Do you know where Astrid is?"

She shook his head. "No, I thought she was ho. She didn’t ntion anything was wrong or that she wouldn’t be sleeping here tonight."

Julian’s frustration boiled over. "Well, newsflash, Astrid never sleeps at ho, and she hasn’t appeared despite it being 9 AM."

Maren’s brow furrowed. "Did you try calling her?"

Julian’s jaw clenched as he pulled out his phone and dialed Astrid’s number. It remained switched off.

Martin attempted to reassure him. "You don’t have to be scared, she’s not a kid anymore. I am sure she can find her way back to the mansion."

But Julian’s worry intensified. "She rushed out of the company after receiving a video of soone kissing her," he revealed, his voice laced with concern.

Maren’s eyes widened. "Kissing her?" she asked, ensuring she hadn’t misheard.

Julian handed her his phone, displaying the incriminating video. "Soone sent

this, and I think they must have sent it to her too, making her run."

Maren’s expression mirrored Julian’s fear. "That’s a look of terror," she whispered.

As they deliberated Astrid’s whereabouts, the silence grew thicker, heavy with unspoken fears.

"Then do so..." Julian breathed out and shook his head, "I don’t have their contact details."

"Why the heck won’t you have your wife’s parent contact with details,"

"Can you just fucking help and stop blaming , my investigator isn’t getting shir so I need to do so myself."

"What do you want

to do you are Julian Logan you have a private investigator who will help you do things easily and quickly. How do you expect

who is lower than you to get a solution,"

"Maren, I don’t know where the heck you slept today, but can you just let us take care of this problem before you start venting about how to use ?" he announced.

Maren took in a deep breath and glanced at him, "Fine... has this ever happened before?" he nodded his head and this made Maren curious.

"Really? Did you ask where she went?" Julian shook his head, incredulous. "What kind of husband watches his wife stay out in the dead of night and get back the next morning without asking questions?"

Maren’s expression turned sympathetic. "Considering her past, Julian, you should understand her vulnerability."

Julian’s eyes clouded, mories resurfacing. "The one who’s seen his wife live in fear told her to stay ho because she’s sick, and nearly lost her to his ex-fiancée’s malice when pushed down the stairs."

"Ops... That’s a traumatic experience."Maren nodded.

Julian’s frustration boiled over. "So, there’s no way to reach out to her now, is there?"

Maren shook her head.

Julian dialed his investigator’s number again. "Hello?"

"Boss, her cab dropped her off at Hercules Hospital," the investigator replied.

Julian’s eyes widened in shock. "What?"

"Yes, and this the sa man who took her to the building in Paris got out of his car and followed her."

Julian’s anger simred. "Send

the video."

The investigator complied. Julian’s eyes locked onto the footage as Maren moved closer.

He played the video which showed Astrid exiting the car, followed by a familiar figure.

"Stephan?" Julian and Maren exclaid in unison.

Just then, the door opened, and Astrid stood before them, exhausted.

"Good morning," she greeted weakly before collapsing to the ground.