Lina POV
It had been weeks since Melina went missing.
At first, I kept hoping she would return home safely. Thomas always said she would be found… that she was just "missing," nothing more. But as time passed, hope slowly turned into fear.
Something about the house changed.
Thomas changed.
He was always on calls now low, secretive conversations he never explained. And sometimes, I would find him alone in his office, talking as if someone was there… even when no one was.
It made my skin crawl.
But whenever I asked, he would dismiss me quickly.
"Don't worry about it, Lina," he would say. "Just trust me."
Trust him…
I wanted to. I really did.
Because I loved my husband.
And I had nowhere else to go.
Eric had also started visiting more often after Melina disappeared.
Thomas told me Eric was a distant relation someone connected to business matters, nothing more. I didn't question it. I had no reason to.
But I noticed something strange.
Whenever Eric came around, he and Thomas would lock themselves in the study for hours. Their conversations were always private, always tense.
It unsettled me.
I liked Eric. Despite everything, I saw him as someone harmless… almost like a son I never had. He was Melina's ex-boyfriend, and I knew their relationship ended painfully.
But I still cared about him.
One evening, curiosity got the better of me.
I walked quietly down the hallway, stopping just outside the study door. Voices drifted through the wood.
Thomas' voice was sharp.
"You had one job," he said coldly. "One simple job, and you still failed."
A pause. Then Eric spoke softly. "I didn't think she would escape…"
"Thinking?" Thomas snapped. "That's your problem. You never think. You're useless."
My breath caught.
Useless?
The words stung more than they should have. Eric looked so young… so lost. And yet Thomas spoke to him like he was nothing.
"I even gave you access to her," Thomas continued angrily. "And you still lost control."
Her?
Melina?
I froze completely.
What was he talking about?
"I tried," Eric said quietly. "She trusted me… but—"
"But you were weak," Thomas interrupted. "Just like always."
My chest tightened.
Something was very wrong here.
I stepped back quickly, my heart pounding.
Days later, I tried again to listen in. I needed answers. I needed to understand what was happening in my own house.
But this time, as I approached the door, it suddenly opened.
Thomas stood there.
His eyes landed on me immediately.
"Lina," he said firmly. "Go back to your room."
I flinched.
There was something in his voice I had never noticed before. Not anger… not irritation.
Control.
Cold authority.
"I… I just wanted to check on you," I whispered.
"I said go," he repeated.
And I did.
Because for the first time… I felt afraid of my own husband.
After that day, Eric stopped coming to the house.
But I later learned he was still meeting Thomas—just not here. Somewhere else. Privately.
Behind my back.
Everything was becoming unclear. Pieces didn't fit anymore.
And Thomas was at the center of all of it.
He was hiding something from me. Something big.
Something involving Melina.
Poor Melina…
Wherever she is…
I just pray she is safe.