Hello 588
Posted on March 19, 2025 ยท 1 mins read
Listen to this chapter:

Chapter 588

Keira, I donโ€™t want to live anymore.

I stared at it for a few seconds, my pulse racing. Without thinking, I called her on voice chat. She didnโ€™t pick up. I wasnโ€™t giving up. I dialed Demiโ€™s number again. Still no answer. So I tried her office instead.

โ€œIs Demi there?โ€ I asked as soon as someone picked up.

โ€œSheโ€™s on leave,โ€ the voice on the other end said, and for a second, it felt like my heart had dropped into my stomach. Before I could even ask anything else, the guy added, โ€œAre you Ms. Kay?โ€

I hadnโ€™t expected him to recognize my voice.

โ€œYeah, thatโ€™s me. Do you know why Demiโ€™s on leave? How long is she off for?โ€ I pressed, starting to panic.

โ€œShe took personal leave, I think for three days. Sheโ€™s supposed to be back tomorrow. If youโ€™re looking for her, you could try her cell,โ€ he replied politely, even though I was no longer the CEOโ€™s fiancรฉe.

I was genuinely worried about Demi, so I pressed further. โ€œIโ€™ve tried calling her, but itโ€™s not going through. Is there any other way to reach her?โ€

โ€œNo, Iโ€™m afraid not.โ€

The bluntness of that response made my anxiety spike. Something was definitely wrong with Demi, but being stuck here made it impossible for me to check on her in person. I had to ask for help.

โ€œThis is urgent. Iโ€™ve tried everything. Can you please go check on her? Like, now? Iโ€™ll call your department head and explain.โ€

โ€œโ€ฆ.Alright, Iโ€™ll go after my shift.โ€

But I couldnโ€™t wait that long.

โ€œGo now. Just let your department head knowโ€”Iโ€™ll sort it out with them.โ€

โ€œUnderstood, Ms. Kay.โ€

The person agreed, and I quickly hung up, dialing Demiโ€™s supervisor. Thankfully, they were cool about it and gave me the green light immediately. Even though I wasnโ€™t technically their boss anymore, it seemed like they still didnโ€™t want to mess with meโ€”especially with my connection to the Johnstons.

When the call ended, I stared at Demiโ€™s message again, my stomach in knots. I quickly typed out a series of texts:

[Whatโ€™s going on? Why arenโ€™t you picking up?] [Youโ€™ve always said nothing matters more than surviving this crazy world. What happened to that? Why would you even think about giving up now?] [Demi, please. Think about your parents. Think about the people who care about you. If you hurt yourself, I swear I wonโ€™t forgive you.] [Demi, please just reply.]

I sent one text after another, but it was like I was sending messages into a void. No reply. Nothing. I sat there, trapped in my anxiety, not sure what else to do.

Then the part-time maid showed up. She mustโ€™ve been prepped by Wayne, because she didnโ€™t look the least bit shocked to see me. In fact, she greeted me like we were old friends and even brought me a plate of freshly washed fruit. Her name was Lizzy. Honestly, her arrival was a nice distraction from the storm of worry inside my head. At least I had something else to focus on for a minute.

โ€œMiss Kay, you should really check out the rooftop terrace. Mr. Johnston has an amazing setup. Itโ€™s perfect for someone like you,โ€ Lizzy suggested with a smile.

I didnโ€™t have the energy to argue. Sitting here was only making me more restless. I followed her up to the rooftop, and when I saw the view, I actually gasped. There was a pool, a bar, bookshelves, and the awningโ€”motorized, of courseโ€”was closed for the day to provide shade, but would open up at night for stargazing.

Wayne really knew how to live.

But what really caught my eye was the big lounge chair. The exact same kind I used to love back at the Johnston residence. I stood there, staring at it for a second.

Could it just be a coincidence? Or had Wayne bought it because he knew I liked that style?


Please let us know if you find any errors, so we can fix them.