Ditching Me for His 'Soulmate'? His Loss. Next Stop: My New Life novel Chapter 115

Chapter 1

After six long years spent undercover at a top-secret facility, my request for leave was finally granted. The moment I received the approval, a surge of excitement rushed through me. I decided to visit my husband’s company, hoping to catch him off guard with a surprise.

As I pulled into the parking lot, my heart skipped a beat when I spotted my daughter—who should have been in school—standing hesitantly in front of a woman clutching the hand of a small boy. The woman’s finger jabbed sharply at my daughter’s nose as she unleashed a stream of curses. Then, without warning, she raised her hand and slapped my daughter hard across the face, demanding she kneel down and apologize.

Rage flared inside me like a wildfire. Without hesitation, I stormed over and delivered a sharp slap across the woman’s face. My daughter’s face drained of color, fear evident in her wide eyes. When she finally gathered herself, she grabbed my arm, her voice trembling as she urged me to leave immediately.

“Ma’am, you have to run! You hit my dad’s assistant—she won’t let you get away with this!” she whispered urgently.

Seeing her so small and frightened twisted my heart painfully. “She’s just your dad’s assistant? How dare she force you to kneel and apologize like that?” I asked, my voice thick with disbelief and anger.

The woman suddenly stood, blocking my path with an arrogant smirk. “Don’t think you can just walk away, bitch,” she sneered. “In New York, Mr. Shaw is king. Even the air you breathe belongs to him.”

A cold laugh escaped me as I pulled out my phone and dialed my husband’s number. “I hear from your assistant that you’re the king around here,” I said, voice steady but laced with venom. “Well, today I’m here to rip your throne apart and watch it burn.”

All I wanted now was a serious conversation with Sebastian Shaw. How on earth had he been raising our daughter these past six years? How could he allow his assistant to treat our child like this?

It made sense, though. Six years of radio silence. Six years trapped in a remote place so isolated that even satellites couldn’t find it, repeating the same experiments day after day.

Of course he had moved on.

I should have seen it coming.

But when I left, he had promised me—promised—that he would take care of our daughter.