He Kills My Mother for Her Beach House

Chapter 6

Meanwhile, Jacob sat in a quiet, shadowed corner, hidden from the cameras, thumbing through his phone. A strange, unsettling feeling gnawed at him, like something was... off.

In every fight they'd ever had, Juliana was always the first to cave. Even when her voice trembled with tears, even when the pain was clearly etched into her face, she'd swallow her pride and apologize, because she loved him. Because she couldn't stand the silence between them.

Whenever their marriage started to crack, she was the one who bled for it. And every time, she chose to suffer quietly, just to keep them whole.

But this time...

For His First Love, My Husband Killed My Mother

This time felt different.

He'd reached out. And she didn't reply.

Jacob's brows pulled together, confusion flashing in his eyes. Juliana should've been relieved. Happy. Eager to make up. So why the silence?

His frustration snapped like a rubber band.

Stepping away from the noise, he called her.

But instead of her voice, he was met with a flat, robotic message:

"The number you have dialed is no longer in service."

He froze. His fingers clenched around the phone.

That... couldn't be right.

He tried again. And again.

Same message. Same cold voice.

A chill swept down his spine, gut twisting with unease.

He spun around and barked at his assistant, "Drive to the house. Now. I want to know where she is and what she's doing."

Half an hour later, the assistant returned, breathing hard, face pale.

"Mr. Williams… she's gone. She took everything with her."

Jacob went rigid. He didn't speak. Didn't blink.

It felt like someone had reached inside him and ripped something vital out.

Then, the door creaked open.

A lawyer stepped in, briefcase in hand, and placed a document gently on the table.

"Mr. Williams," he said, calm and composed, "Ms. Juliana asked me to deliver this personally. She requests that you sign it at your earliest convenience."

Jacob looked down at the papers.

Divorce Agreement.

Two words that hit harder than a punch to the chest.

He couldn't move. Couldn't breathe.

His voice cracked as he whispered, "Why?"

Without a word, the lawyer placed a small box beside the document.

"Maybe this will help you understand."

He paused, then added, "Take your time. When you're ready, you can contact me."

As the lawyer turned to leave, Jacob suddenly lunged forward and grabbed his arm.

"Where is she?" he demanded.

"Please… just tell me where she is."

The lawyer looked at him, hesitated, then shook his head.

"I'm sorry. I don't know. I really don't."

Jacob stood there, frozen, staring at the door long after it closed, as if willing her to walk back in.

Wendy, who had been silently watching from the couch, finally stood. She eyed the divorce papers with a smug little smirk.

"Jacob, come on. She's bluffing," she said sweetly, looping her arm through his. "She's manipulating you, trying to make you panic so you'll cave. I've seen this trick a thousand times."

"She's just trying to control you. Typical."

In the past, Jacob would've nodded.

But this time, he slowly pulled his arm out of hers.

Wendy blinked. "Jacob?" she asked, a little too brightly. "What is it?"

He didn't answer. It was like he didn't even hear her.

Instead, he turned to his assistant, grabbed him by the shoulder, and said in a low, firm voice:

"Find her. I don't care what it takes, just find her."