Chapter 5 Find Her

• Norman.
• It’s been three long months since I inhabited the world as Yvaine. Initially, I gave her some space to adjust and break free from her past with her ex-boyfriend. Yet, just as I was about to approach her, urgent matters cropped up in our European companies, compelling me and my assistant to embark on a lengthy trip. Regrettably, I didn’t keep tabs on Yvaine during this period, a decision I would later come to regret.
• Upon my return, my attempts to find her were in vain. She had vanished, leaving behind a whirlwind of rumors, many maliciously spread by her own corrupt family, especially her cousin and aunt. While I mentally noted revenge for later, my primary concern was locating her. Despite employing every resource and the expertise of my best collaborators, Yvaine remained elusive. The only consolation was that she still owned the family house inherited from her father. Day by day, my desperation grew.
• One fateful afternoon, at the club with my assistant, awaiting the start of our golf circuit with the president of BBC news companies, I inadvertently overheard a conversation at the neighboring table. Wealthy heirs were engaged in a discussion that caught my attention.
• “So, what’s the deal with that girl you dated from university? Turns out she’s quite the promiscuous one, sleeping around with anyone but you,” one of the brash Individuals remarked. Sensing something significant, I signaled Jason that I would be leaving the game area to wait for the president.
• Upon turning around, I noticed Harry Walter among the group, surrounded by two models.
• “Don’t talk to me about her! Three months ago, I discovered her in a hotel, entangled with another man, only to later find out she’s pregnant. Whether it’s from that wretch or someone else, who knows? Her cousin, my current girlfriend, spilled the beans that she’d been with a bunch of men during her university days,” spewed Harry Walter, fueling my rage.
• The revelation hit me like a ton of bricks. “Was Yvaine pregnant? Could I be a father, and she hadn’t told me anything? How could she, considering my three-month absence? And how dare this kid tarnish her reputation this way?” I knew he was the guilty one. After this information, he would be the only one. With my mind ablaze, I approached the group while Jason attempted to bandage my hand with a cloth.
• “Mr. President!” Jason exclaimed nervously, but I paid him no heed, addressing the group.
• “Are you discussing Yvaine Stewart?” I asked, my anger thinly veiled by my typically cold and aloof expression. Recognizing one of the most powerful men in the United States, they stammered, “President Miller.”
• “Were you talking about Yvaine Stewart?” I reiterated, my patience wearing thin.
• “Do you know her? She was my ex-girlfriend, but I don’t recommend her, President Miller. She’s a slut. The last time I saw her, she was leaving a hotel room after being with another man. Three weeks later, when I went to her house to demand an explanation, I found her with a positive pregnancy test in her hand. Poor wretch who slept with her that night. Luckily, I never slept with her. I saw something strange in her. Then, fortunately, her cousin confirmed who she was in college and the reputation she had among the girls. She slept with anyone, so…” Unable to control myself, despite my wounded hand, I seized him by the collar and slammed him against the wall.
• “The next time I hear you speaking ill of Yvaine Stewart, you’re a dead man. And this goes for all of you. If I hear or find out that you defame Miss Stewart, you will experience my full wrath.” Without uttering another word, I headed towards the golf course, needing an outlet for my anger as I issued instructions to Brando.
• “I’ll give you two days to locate her. Use all the resources at our disposal and ensure all the bad publicity surrounding her disappears. Even take anyone who defames her to court, starting with her aunt and cousin,” I commanded.
• “But Norman, what do you have to do with all this?” Jason inquired, grappling with his phone to carry out my orders.
• “That woman is carrying my child in her womb, and I’m certain it’s my child. So, I want her by my side no later than next week. She is my wife, and that’s where she should be,” I declared, gripping my golf club and vehemently striking the first ball in my path.
• I assumed finding her would be a straightforward task, but to my dismay, I never heard from her again. Exhausting all possible means to track her down, even after a year, my quest continues.
• Fearing my son growing up without a father and myself without the woman destined for me, I’ve been compelled to take desperate measures. I hope the plan succeeds, bringing her to my side at as soon as possible.