Chapter 4

Howard and I searched the streets all day and night, but we found nothing.

The police were also investigating, but there was still no trace of our daughters.

Exhausted and broken, Howard and I sat on the curb.

Hating myself, I raised my hand and slapped myself twice across the face.

"It’s my fault! If I hadn't gone to the hospital, they wouldn't have gone missing!"

Tears streamed down my face. Howard grabbed my wrists to stop me from hurting myself.

In the end, it was the police officer who gave us a lead.

He suggested that since social media was so powerful, we should post the girls' pictures online and ask the community for help.

But the moment I pulled out my phone, I saw an Instagram notification. It was a post Koman had uploaded just an hour ago.

There were two photos. One was of Georgina kneeling in front of him, looking up at him with deep concern as she applied ointment to his scratch.

The scratch was practically healed!

The other photo was of Vivian smiling warmly as she peeled shrimp and fed it directly into his mouth.

The caption read:

[No matter how old I get, I'll always be a baby to my favorite big sisters. A tiny scratch gets me this much love. Who wouldn't love sisters like these? ]

His tone was incredibly suggestive. Did he really just view Georgina and Vivian as "sisters"?

My fingers trembled as I scrolled down to read the comments.

[You're so lucky to have two gorgeous, hot sisters! You're living the dream, bro!]

[Looking at how they take care of you, I bet they are way more than just 'sisters'...]

[Why choose? With two hot babes like that, I'd gladly die of exhaustion to have them both!]

People were leaving incredibly vulgar comments about Georgina and Vivian, yet they didn't care.

They even replied to the comments, writing that "love is a two-way street" and praising how well Koman treated them.

I recalled how Georgina flinched and looked disgusted whenever I tried to hold her hand at home.

Talk about a double standard.

Before I could read any further, Howard snatched the phone from my hand.

"We are getting a divorce anyway. Why do you care what they do? They aren't worth your tears!"

"By the way, when I went back to your place yesterday, I saved the medicine you took. I'm going to take it to a lab to get it tested when I have time."

"I have a bad feeling about this. This was definitely not normal food poisoning!"

He was right. I had stomach issues and had been taking those pills for years without any problems. Why did I suddenly collapse this time?

I even threw up black blood!

But if someone was actively trying to hurt me, then the girls' sudden disappearance...

I didn't dare to think about it. Forcing myself to stay calm, I posted missing person flyers on every social media account I owned.

Howard and I were sick with anxiety, but we had run out of options.

Every minute that passed felt like a knife twisting in my chest.

Since Georgina and I had mutual friends, some of them saw my posts and contacted her.

Perhaps to save face, she actually called me.

But the moment I answered, her sharp, accusatory voice filled my ear:

"What the hell are you playing at now?! You saw that I blocked you, so you decided to make a massive scene online?"

"Are you using these pathetic, cheap tricks just to get my attention?!"

"How many times do I have to tell you? Koman’s hand is still healing. He can’t get it wet, so I have to stay at his place to take care of him!"

"Delete those posts right now! Do you want the whole neighborhood laughing at us?"

"You're not a real man!"

I could picture her face perfectly.

The woman who was once gentle and polite must have a distorted, ugly expression right now, rolling her eyes at me.

But none of that mattered anymore. "I've told you a thousand times, I am looking for our missing daughters, Anna and Maria!"

"And I don't care when you come home, or what kind of sick relationship you have with your precious Koman. I just want to finalize our divorce as soon as possible!"

She screamed into the phone:

"Divorce, divorce, always divorce! Is that the only threat you know?!"

"It's getting pathetic! I'm sick of hearing it!"

"Koman actually brings me lunch when I'm busy. What do you do?"

"A grown man whining and crying all day. You make me sick!"

I realized that once your heart completely dies, you can remain perfectly calm even when speaking to the person you once loved the most.

"I am serious. I want a divorce."

I hung up immediately. I didn't want to waste another second talking to her.

But to my surprise, she showed up at my door the very next day.