Love Against the Odds

efined him had crumbled into sheer panic. He was back home, pacing his office relentlessly, his mind racing th

xpense in the search for Betty. He demanded round-the-clock efforts, regardless of the cost. His u

ongings, his hands trembling. In the back of her drawer, he discovered a folder of documents. His eyes widen

who were plotting against him, even planning his demise. She had known, she had tried to protect him, but fear had kept her silent

rmed out of her room, the weight

ible; food, unthinkable. His staff tried to intervene, offering reas

nd the lack of answers gnawed at his sanity. He felt like he was losin

essness was a foreign feeling, but now it engulfed him entirely. He had taken Betty for granted, mist

barely audible, cracking with raw emotion. "Please

ocating, a brutal reminder of he

one shattered the silence. He snatched it

John from Security

d within him. "Where? I

ach, sir. We've rushed her to the near

t turned to ice-cold dread. Grabbing his car keys, he bolted from th

ad been transferred to another facility. Panic surged as he grabbe

on, finally relented. "She's at St. Mary

f shock washed over him. Betty was in surgery. An eyewitness had come forward, revealing she had jumped from an overhe

hair, tears streaming down his face, his mind r

her, promising rewards, calling in every favor he could thin

ced the hospital corridors like a man possessed, every step haunted by memories of how he h

him intensified. Dave Marshall, the unshakeable bi

nstead, his aunt, Aunt Rebecca, answered. Her voice was calm, bu

cruel to her... I didn't see what I had...

soothing but futile. Dave was inconsolabl