After the Divorce, He Begged Me Back Chapter 06

After the Divorce, He Begged Me Back Chapter 06

Holden pressed his lips into a thin line, 

picking up the silver ring. 

He glanced down at his own hand, where the 

matching wedding band still sat on his 

finger. 

He pulled out his phone and immediately 

called the estate’s security office. 

“Pull up the surveillance footage from the 

past month,” he commanded. “Find out 

exactly when my wife left.” 

Hanging up, he slumped onto the sofa, hist 

fingers tapping rhythmically against the 

leather armrest. 

Amber watched him from across the room. 

Unable to contain her curiosity, she stepped 

closer. 

“Babe, did Chloe pack up and run away?” 

When Holden ignored her, a gleeful smirk 

tugged at the corner of her lips, and she 

muttered under her breath. 

“Good riddance. I told her she was a burden 

anyway. Surprised she stayed this long.” 

Holden’s death glare snapped directly onto 

her face. 

“What did you just say?” 

Amber’s face instantly shifted into an 

expression of deep concern. 

“I just said she has no family left,” she lied 

smoothly. “Where could she possibly go? I’m 

just really worried about her.” 

Holden stared at her for a long moment 

before a realization struck him. He grabbed 

his jacket and bolted out the door toward his 

car. 

An hour later, he pulled up to a weathered 

apartment complex in the older, historic 

district of the city. 

Staring up at the brick building, a rush of 

childhood memories flooded his mind. 

He remembered the day his foster father had 

beaten him black and blue, leaving him 

without food for forty–eight hours. 

Driven by pure desperation, he had resorted to digging through dumpsters behind the neighborhood diner. 

He had managed to fish out a stale bagel, only for it to slip into the pouring rain and 

down the gutter. 

Just as he was about to give up on life, an umbrella had appeared over his head. 

That was the night he tasted his very first 

hot meal. 

That was also the day he met Chloe and her 

mother. 

From that moment on, a beam of light had 

pierced through his dark, violent existence. 

Yet deep down, he always reminded himself that he could only rely on his own strength. 

Kindness was temporary; no one would hold 

an umbrella over him forever. 

So, he leveraged the generosity of Chloe’s 

mother to secure a college education. 

Eventually, he built his own enterprise from 

scratch, becoming the powerful CEO Mr. 

Vance. 

Once successful, he proposed to Chloe, moved her mother into his sprawling 

mansion, and hired professional staff to 

cater to her every need. 

He genuinely believed he had paid back his 

debt in full. 

But Chloe remained a constant mirror, 

reminding him that some debts could never be truly erased. 

Worse, she had witnessed his ultimate vulnerability, his deepest humiliations. 

That was why he felt a visceral disgust when 

Chloe first told him she was pregnant. 

He couldn’t accept a child born from his 

union with Chloe. 

To him, that baby would be an extension of 

his wretched past, a stain he refused to 

permit. 

So during her second miscarriage, he paid off the surgeon to manufacture a horrific 

medical crisis, ensuring Chloe’s uterus was 

removed forever. 

As the memory crossed his mind, a sharp 

throb flared in his temple. 

Could Chloe have found out? 

No, that’s impossible, he thought, shaking 

his head. No one alive knew the truth except 

him. 

Taking a deep breath, he stepped out of the 

car and headed straight up to the third floor. 

He stopped in front of apartment 301, 

hesitated for a second, and knocked. 

On the third rap, the latch clicked open. 

“Chloe, I knew you’d be-” Holden started, stepping forward eagerly. 

“Who the hell are you?” a harsh voice cut 

him off. 

Holden froze. The person standing at the door wasn’t Chloe, but a disgruntled 

middle–aged woman. 

She glared at him with deep suspicion. 

Holden’s brow furled as he checked the 

apartment number. 

“Doesn’t a young woman live here? Her 

name is Chloe.” 

The woman looked him up and down, letting 

out an annoyed sigh. 

“She sold this place to me a month ago. She’s long gone, so go look somewhere 

else.” 

The door slammed shut in his face with a 

loud bang. 

“Sold it?” Holden whispered to himself. 

Chloe cherished this apartment more than life itself. It was her mother’s property. Why 

on earth would she sell it? 

More importantly, these walls held every 

single piece of their shared childhood 

memories. 

How could she just throw it away?