The Billionaire's Ex Wife

Moving On...

Theodore's POV

"I'm sorry man, we exhausted all of our resources, all of our contacts, we can't find her." Mark said to me.

"That's not good enough, we can't give up now." I said. I wanted them to keep on looking for her.

"It has been two years man, she doesn't want to be found, I doubt if we will ever find her at this point." Mark said.

"This is Abigail we are talking about, she is not some secret spy agent, she is a lawyer! she can't just disappear into thin air like this, what about her mother? have you been keeping eyes on her? surely she can lead us to her." I said.

"We bugged her house, bugged her phone, bugged the church, nothing man, it's like she has completely forgotten about her daughter." Mark said.

"I can't give up man, I can't." I said to Mark.

"Then tell me what to do because I don't know what to do anymore." Mark said.

"Just keep on looking man, we have to find her. " I said.

"I know that you want to find her but I don't think that we will, I think that you..." Mark said.

"That I should what Mark?" I asked him in anger.

"That you should think about moving on, you can even file for divorce and move on, Abigail is only but one woman, I am sure that you can find someone else. " Mark said.

"Negative soldier! that is not an option! I want Abigail and no one else." I said.

"Fine then, have it your way." he said.

"what about Tracey? and word on the chip? " I asked him.

"Nothing on our radars just yet, I don't think that she has sold it just yet." Mark said.

"That's good news I suppose." I said.

"Look I have to go man, I'll see you in a few days, you are still coming right?" he asked me.

"Yes man, I wouldn't miss it for the world." I said.

"The girls are going to be so happy to see their Godfather..." Mark said.

"I am happy to be seeing them as well..." I said with a lump in my throat. I loved his kids, a lot but everytime I saw them, I thought about Martin and how much I miss him. I can't believe that my wife did this to us.

Two years, two years is how long it has been since I last saw my wife, I don't even know how she managed to evade me this long. I never thought that she had it in her. That she could actually leave me like this. I don't know what hurts me the most, the fact that she didn't give me a chance to explain myself or the fact that she left without as much as a goodbye note. She left me like I meant nothing to her. After all that I did for her.

I know that I should have told her the truth about who I was before I met her but that doesn't mean that she should have left me the way that she did. Creeping out of hospital like she was running away from the mafia. The last time I saw my wife, we were not on good speaking terms. I wanted a chance to make things right. She called me a killer, she said that no prayer could save me, in her eyes I was lost in the darkness. She was wrong about that.

She made me feel like the man I was supposed to be, a good man. I must admit that the first few weeks where the hardest, I didn't eat, I didn't even bath, I just spend them drinking away my sorrows, I wanted to get her back, I wanted her to come back to me. After a couple of months I knew that I had to get my head in the game. I hire my buddy Mark to look for Abigail, I never thought that he could actually fail at finding her. I can't even begin to imagine the rest of my life without her in it.

I even went to ask Greyson for help because he has a son with her but he too was left in the cold like I was. He told me that he was also looking for her, I guess it's safe to say that he has given up on her, a little over a year ago he welcomed his baby girl with his then model ex girlfriend Rosa, about six months ago they got married. He said that he was given a second chance and that he was not going to let it slip through his fingers. I know Rosa is a beautiful woman but she could never come close to the woman that Abigail is.

He thinks that he has gotten a second chance but I think that he settled for her. I have tried to move on, I have had a couple of girlfriends in the last two years but nothing ever came out of it. None of them were like Abigail and that is why it never worked. My twin said that it was never going to work because I was trying to replace Abigail and not move on from her, whatever that means. All that I know is that I have to see Abigail, I need closure. I cannot go on like this.

The house in Tribeca reminded so much of my wife, I felt her presence in every room, I knew that I could not live that house without her, I thought it would be best if I sold it, even then I took my wife's belongings to my new place, a penthouse suite in New York. I have since expanded my business and I have other branches in other states. I had to take my attention elsewhere so I focused on work. I guess it's the only thing that keeps me sane these days.

I was in my office struggling to work, this is what happens everytime I talk to Mark, he used to report to me daily, then he reported weekly and now he does it once a month. It's not that I don't want to move on because I do, I just don't know how to do that when Abigail is always in my mind. I hate it. A knock came on my door.

"You can come in." I said and a man in a suit came in. My guess was that he was probably a PI. I watched him as he came in with an envelope in his hands.

"Theodore Harrison?" The man asked.

"That would be me." I said. He took out a paper and put it on my desk. "I need you to sign here. " he said.

"What's this?" I said as I read through the paper. My heart stopped beating for a few seconds. I had no choice but to sign the paper, this man was a court marshall. "Thank you..." he said and took out an envelope from his briefcase.

"Theodore Harrison, you have been served. " he said and gave me the envelope. I took it and he left my office. I knew that this day was coming, I hoped that it never did. I already knew what was in the envelope but I still had to do it, I had to know for sure. I opened the envelope and took out the papers inside. This were divorce papers. My wife had already signed them.

I read through them, when we got married, we didn't have a prenup, this means that our assets are joined together, that means that she rightfully owns half of everything I have, I didn't want a prenup because this is the last thing I thought would happen. I then realised that Abigail has no demands, she doesn't want any property, no cars and definitely no money, not even alimony. So she hates me so much that she doesn't even want my money?

I took the papers and tore them apart. If she wants a divorce then she can come and get it herself, if she thinks that I am just going to sign the papers and let her leave me like that then she has another thing coming, the divorce papers stated that the proceedings would be handled by our legal representatives. She doesn't even want to see me? After two years and she didn't even want to see me? Why now? why didn't she divorce me when she left? Does this mean that she has found someone else? I am not going to let her do that.

I am not going to let her walk away from me just like that, I have to make sure that I find her, I am not going to give her a divorce, not before we actually sit down and talk about this. For better or for worse, those are the words we said to each other, the promise we made that we would fight for each other, fight for our love and what does she do? she runs away at the first sight of trouble. I know that I didn't actually make things easy for her but I gave her the world. I took her in, I loved her, I loved her son like he was my own.

I am guessing that she is going to be told that I had been served, I suppose I should expect a call from her legal representative soon. I think that might actually be for the best. I mean everyone deserves a second chance in life, I know I do. It has been very very hard trying to explain to my dad's why my wife left me behind, why she hasn't even said a word to me ever since, all I can say is that they were disappointed in me, especially after I lost the only good thing that has ever happened to me.

I have a business trip coming up soon and I am just not looking forward to it, I just want to get it over and done with, especially since it's in one place I don't want to be at right now. All that I know is that I have got to find a way to move on from all of this. My PA knocked into my office and let herself in.

"I thought that you might need this..." she said and gave me a cup of coffee.

"Thanks Sharon, I needed this..." I said and took a sip.

"Okay so I wanted to tell you that I have booked the presidential suite for you at the four seasons, I have also organised a driver that will be picking you up at the airport. I have also taken the liberty of booking you the boardroom with refreshments for the meeting with the clients." She said.

"Thank you... you're a life saver." I said to her. After my drinking bender I realised that I couldn't allow myself to break down, that I had to keep moving forward somehow. I also realised that I needed help so I hired more people and I have since stayed away from making chips that will make people come after me and not only that, I have learned to keep some projects to myself, it was safer that way.

"I don't think that I am ready for New Jersey, New York is big enough on its own." I said to my assistant. She has a business degree and she thinks fast.

"I think that New Jersey is only the beginning, we could do this in every major city in the States boss, have you seen the numbers? we could triple revenue in less than three years if we actually take a risk with New Jersey." She said.

"The numbers look good, you know... I wasn't too pleased that you went behind my back to get these people on board but now I see that you were only doing what I should have done ages ago, I love that you actually take in initiative to get the job done, I am impressed and if they come onboard, you are getting a bonus " I said to her.

"Well I was only doing my job sir but a bonus sounds good. " she said.

"Tell me again why you are not coming with me?" I asked her.

"My sister is getting married, I have to be there." she said.

"I know... I hope your replacement is as good as you are." I said to her.

"Temporary replacement sir... no one is as good as I am." she said.

"I think you are right. No one is that good." I said.

"Oh you before I forget, you have a reservation at seven, you have to leave in the next few minutes if you want to make it on time. " she said.

"Tell me again why I am doing this again? Blind dates are the worst!" I said.

"Yes but you promised Henry that you would at least give it try, your dad just wants you to move on... " she said.

Okay so another thing about my Assistant, we met in group therapy. She is actually my sponsor when I became an alcoholic. You my dad practically forced me into therapy, I decided on group therapy and it was the best decision I have made in a long time. We became friends and she told me how she lost her job because of drinking.

I had seen that she was not the addict that she was, that she was actually turning on a new leaf and I decided to hire her. She is brilliant and I am lucky to have her by my side, we have been working together for over a year and she has pretty much helped me to run this company. We talk about a lot of things together, I told her about Abigail. That was the root of my drinking problems, I couldn't deal with the fact that she actually left me.

"You know my wife and I were actually set up by our parents?" I asked her.

"I thought that we don't talk about her anymore..." she said.

"I know... but she is still my wife and frankly I feel like I am doing something wrong by going on these dates, it feels like I am cheating on her." I said.

"Theodore we have to move on, we have to move forward, that is the only way to heal. It has been what two years? I don't think that she is coming back. What is to stop her from having a relationship with another man?" she said. I know that she was just voicing her opinion but that made me angry. I can't imagine my beautiful wife in the arms of another man, I would kill that man with my bare hands.

"Don't say that... she would never do that..." I said. I was trying to convince myself but I also had to face facts, she might be right, getting mad and angry about it won't change it if it's true.

"I'm sorry... me and my big mouth." she said.

"It's okay... you are just being honest which is exactly what I need right now. I think that I will go home and get ready for my date, hopefully this one is actually a nice girl... who knows, maybe she might be exactly what I need. " I said.

"That's the spirit! I will see you on Monday." she said.

"Well have a great Thursday evening." I said to her. She had to go and so did I. I packed my desk and went over to the parking lot, I got in my car and I drove to my penthouse suite. This place was every bachelor's dream home but it didn't feel like home to me, it felt cold and lonely.

I walked into my bedroom and switched on the lights. I looked up to the bed and right there on top of the headboard laid a huge painting of my wife. It was a picture I took of her when she wasn't paying attention to me, I had someone turn it into a black and white portrait and I hung it in my bedroom. I went to the closet and I saw her clothed neatly packed like she was living here.

I even had a room set up for Martin, he should be about nine years now, I am sure that he has grown now, I wonder if he remembers me, I know that I miss him, almost as much as I miss his mother. I guess I should have saved myself all this trouble and stayed away from love. I mean what has it brought me? A girl who wanted to kill me and a wife who ran away from me, her husband.

As for Greyson... I still can't believe how he moved on like both happened, I always told Abigail that no other man was going to love her like I do. I went to my side of the closet and chose an outfit. I didn't want to look too fancy so I decided not to wear a suit. I chose black suede leather mules, a pair of black skinny chino pants, a black t-shirt and a sky blue skinny jacket.

I made my way to the restaurant hoping that she would actually make up some lame excuse and flake out. I know that my father means well but I honestly don't think that I am ready to date just yet, I have already tried twice and it's even embarassing to say but I couldn't even get an erection with them, the only time I got hard, was when I thought about Abigail. I walked into the restaurant and the waiter showed me to my table. I sat down.

"Can I get you anything sir?" he asked me.

"Your most expensive bottle of white wine with an extra glass, I am waiting for a friend." I said. I sat down and waited for my date to arrive.