Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You

In a daze, Nathan returned to his office at the National Security Bureau.

With his wife missing, he couldn’t bear the thought of going home and facing his children’s endless questions.

“Nathan, it looks like your wife is really your weakness.

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The taunting words from the memo haunted him.

They replayed in his mind whether his eyes were open or closed.

His breathing was heavy.

He slumped into his office chair, weighed down by a crushing sense of despair.

Weakness?

To Nathan, Lucinda was more than that; she was the very essence of his life.

He had poured his heart into reconciling and making things right with her by offering nothing but his humility and sincerity.

Guilt weighed heavily on Nathan.

He opened his drawer and pulled out the pack of cigarettes again.

With a flick of the switch, the office was plunged into darkness.

He lit a cigarette, which glowed in the dark.

The spark flared intermittently, burning with a fierce intensity in the quiet dark room.

Meanwhile, in the lab, Kyson was telling one of his boring stories.

His delivery was monotonous, which had long grated on Destinee.

After a lengthy narration, he finally succeeded in lulling Destinee to sleep.

By this time, his throat was parched like the desert.

Exhausted, he slumped over at the head of the bed, rested his arms under his head, and fell asleep face down.

Unexpectedly, his brief respite was shattered by a sudden burst of crying in the middle of the night.

It was Destinee who just woke up from a dream.

She sat at the head of the bed as tears streamed down her cheeks.

Next to her, Kyson stirred awake, groggy and concerned.

Seeing her red tear-streaked face, he felt sad.

“What’s the matter, Destinee? I’m right here.

Was it a bad dream?” he asked gently.

Clinging to his large hand, Destinee buried herself in his arms.

Her face was wet with tears and she looked terrified and helpless.

“I saw Mommy in my dream.

She was hurt.

She doesn’t want me…”

She stammered through sobs so her words were muffled and distorted by her crying.

Kyson listened intently and pieced together her words.

“Destinee, your mom would never leave you.

She loves you deeply.

Your dad and I are here to protect her, so she won’t get hurt.

It was just a nightmare.

None of it was real,” he assured her in a tender voice and soothed her back with his large hand to calm her breath.

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She pouted as she continued to cry, using the fabric to dab away her tears and runny nose.

“I miss my mommy so much.

Can you take me to her? I want her to sleep next to me,” she implored through her tears.

Kyson found himself at a loss for words.

Watching her hiccup from crying only deepened his sadness.

Feeling helpless, he decided to try to reach Nathan.

Kyson repeatedly tried calling Nathan, but each attempt was met with the disheartening message that his phone was off.