Chapter 4 Astrid was completely sober now . A single lamp cast a faint light across the room . In that dim glow , she slowly slid her hand over Damien's chest , dressed in a delicate camisole . " Mr. Thornwell- " Before she could finish speaking , Damien abruptly shoved her hand away . " Stop bothering me . " His cold , biting tone left Astrid momentarily speechless . Meanwhile , Damien's phone kept repeating the same monotonous message . " Sorry , the number you have dialed is unavailable … " He'd lost track of how many times he'd called , but no one answered . " No , no , this can't be . Nora's just angry . She didn't mean it , " he muttered frantically as he rose to his feet . " That's it . I'm going home . Everything will be fine once I'm there . " With that thought , Damien slipped on his shoes and slammed the door behind him , leaving Astrid's desperate shouts unanswered . He raced through the streets , ignoring every red light as he hurried home . When he finally stepped inside , darkness greeted him . I had always feared the dark . Whether Damien was there or not , I never left the house without a light on . With anxiety building up in his chest , Damien paused before calling out into the quiet living room, " Nora ? " However , only silence met his voice . With a sharp flick , he turned on the lights . The house was a hollow shell , stripped of every trace of me . A chill ran through Damien , but he pressed on , cautiously entering the bedroom . Everything was perfectly in place - exactly as I'd left it . The only photo we ever took together sat on the nightstand . But now , only Damien's side remained . As he looked at it , the memory flooded in . It was from our college graduation . He'd vowed to love me for a lifetime back then . But that promise fell apart the moment we joined the law firm . When Astrid showed up , I was slowly pushed to the sidelines . A pang of guilt stirred in Damien's chest . But just as quickly , he buried it beneath excuses . Hadn't he always tried to make things right ? Like when he abruptly canceled our wedding , but then took me to The Gilded Fork afterward . Yet as the memory played out , he suddenly froze . That " romantic dinner " had included Astrid . And not once did he ask what I wanted to eat . When I said the shrimp tasted too fishy , he didn't offer me anything else to eat . He simply left me on the sidelines , completely disregarded . Damien could hardly believe it himself . Perhaps he hadn't been as good to me as he'd always thought . Haunted by that doubt , he tore through every drawer and cabinet , desperate to find any sign of me . But there was nothing . He stood there , utterly stunned . Astrid had eaten the strawberry cake he'd promised me . He even gave her the roses he'd picked , simply because she liked them . Time and again , the gifts meant for me somehow ended up with her . Ultimately , I was left with nothing . Meanwhile , Astrid had it alla Corvella bracelet , a custom - made bed , fully automated furniture , and a wardrobe overflowing with designer dresses . Every single gift came from him . The more Damien dwelled on the situation , the more uneasy he grew . Without hesitation , he jumped into his car and sped back to the law firm . Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!