𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝

4 | 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

I rushed home after not seeing y/n at the restaurant.

I slammed the door opened as I looked through the whole house, but she wasn't anywhere.

"P/n, where the hell is my wife?" I asked the house nanny. But she shook her head.

I slammed my hand into the wall, and I could see the staffs backing off in fear.

And they should be because if my wife isn't in my arms in the next hour, you might as well pray for your best. Because best believe that I will ruin this whole city.

I grabbed a random phone and dialed y/n. It rang for a while before it went straight to voicemail.

I called again, and this time it went straight to voicemail.

When y/n is back in my arms, she was going to learn a lesson for ever shutting down her phone and ignoring my calls.

After 30 minutes of trying to track her down, because I never let my wife leave the house without a tracker. She just doesn't know that.

"What is it?" I yelled through the phone as it rang.

"Your wife is in the hospital." The person answered in a scared tone.

My expressions darkened as I grabbed my car keys and ran out the house.