Stephen’s pov
Jenna left on a business trip I couldn't care less about. I took advantage of her absence and searched for my mate. Alas, my attempts to find her were futile. It was as though she had ceased existing. Nonetheless, I never stopped trying to reach her on her phone. When I couldn’t call her, we tried to trace her number, but to my disappointment, I found out that her number was out of service. She could have changed her number.
It hurt me she wasn’t trying to reach out to me. She would know my number. But I also had a hunch that she must be blaming me if she felt the pain of betrayal. She wouldn't think that someone had drugged me. The thought probably wouldn’t occur to someone as sweet as her.
With each failure I faced, the melancholy in my heart grew, yet I held on to the
