Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 85: Tracing Her Steps

The streets were unusually still, with only the soft hum of Evander’s car cutting through the chilly night. City lights streaked across the windshield as Evander tightened his grip on the wheel, frustration etched on his face.

Two nights. It had been two excruciatingly long nights since Delphinia had last been home, and it was driving him to the edge of his sanity.

His phone rested on the seat beside him, Hugo’s detailed report glowing on the screen. He’d had to push this confrontation to the evening thanks to an important meeting that Hugo insisted he attend. Something about losing a billion-dollar deal if he didn’t show up. But none of that mattered now. Not the deal, not the endless calls he’d made to Delphinia that went unanswered. What mattered was finding her and bringing her home.

As he pulled up in front of a modest apartment building. Evander checked the address on his phone, matching it to the information Hugo had given him. It was correct. He killed the engine and stepped out, the crisp night air brushing against his face as he made his way up the short flight of steps to the building entrance.

He stepped inside, heading straight for the elevator and up to Valerie’s floor. His phone lit up in his hand as he rechecked the number. This has to be it. He raised his hand and pressed the doorbell firmly, hearing the faint chime echo inside.

It didn’t take long before the door creaked open. A woman with a sharp black bob and sharp features stood there, her eyebrows raising in surprise as her dark eyes met his.

"Good evening," Evander said smoothly, his voice calm but confident. "Valerie Langston, right?"

Valerie blinked before nodding. "Yes," she said cautiously, studying him.

"I’m Evander Walton," he began, but she cut him off with a small laugh.

"I know who you are," she said, folding her arms. "Not only are you my best friend’s husband, but we also went to the same high school. Though I’m guessing you don’t remember me."

Evander’s brow arched slightly. "No, I remember," he said after a pause. "You sat in the front row, right?"

A grin tugged at Valerie’s lips. "That’s me," she said. "I’m surprised you do."

Evander offered a tight smile but didn’t let the conversation linger. "It’s nice seeing you again, but I’m not here to reminisce about old times."

Valerie’s expression turned serious as she stepped back, motioning for him to come in. "Yeah, I figured as much," she said. "I think I know why you’re here. Come on in."

Evander’s eyes flicked over the space as he followed Valerie into the living room. She walked off toward the hallway, disappearing into what seemed to be her bedroom, and returned moments later holding a phone.

"I’m honestly surprised it took Delphinia this long to send someone for this," Valerie said, handing the phone to him. "I thought she’d come back herself."

Evander accepted the phone, his brows furrowing. "What do you mean?" he asked, turning the device over in his hands.

"She left it here the night we celebrated her birthday," Valerie explained, her tone casual at first. "She plugged it in to charge and forgot about it when she went home. I assumed she’d come by to get it, but after two days, I figured she might just buy a new one instead."

Evander’s confusion deepened. "Went home?" he repeated. "She went home that night?"

Valerie’s smile faltered as she looked at him. "Yeah... she said she was heading back home. Why?"

"She hasn’t been home," Evander said, a hint of frustration slipping into his tone. "I’m here to pick her up."

Valerie’s eyes widened, and she sat down on the couch, her expression shifting from confusion to alarm. "What? Are you serious?"

Evander nodded, his jaw tightening as he stared at Delphinia’s phone. No wonder every call had gone straight to voicemail.

"Oh my God," Valerie whispered, her hands twisting nervously in her lap. "Do you think she’s been kidnapped?"

"No calls asking for money," Evander said sharply, his thoughts running wild.

Valerie chewed on her bottom lip, her foot tapping anxiously against the carpet. "What if... what if she ran away?"

Evander’s eyes snapped up to meet hers. "And go where?" he asked, his voice cold.

Evander’s mind spiraled as he leaned back,

his hand gripping Delphinia’s phone tightly. This was much worse than he’d anticipated. Delphinia wasn’t just avoiding him like he thought—she was gone, and even Valerie, her closest friend, had no clue where she might be. The uncertainty ate away at him, leaving him restless.

Valerie sighed, her shoulders slumping. "Of course. If she wanted to run away, she’d come here. She doesn’t have anyone else. Her family is—well, you know."

Her face suddenly lit up with realization, and she sat up straighter. "Wait! I know where she might be!"

"Where?" Evander demanded, leaning forward, his eyes narrowing.

"At her father’s house," Valerie said, the words tumbling out in a rush.

"What makes you so sure?"

Valerie rolled her eyes, throwing her hands in the air. "Because this isn’t the first time something like this has happened! I’ve lost count of how many times her dad’s goons have shown up to drag her back. Once, we were shopping at the mall, and out of nowhere, they grabbed her and forced her into a car. Another time, she was sleeping over here, and they showed up at my front door."

Evander’s hands balled into fists, his knuckles white. His teeth clenched as he processed Valerie’s words, anger surging through him like a tidal wave.

Without another word, he pulled out his phone and found Hugo’s contact. His thumb hovered over the screen for a moment before pressing the call button. The line rang twice before Hugo picked up.

"Evander?" Hugo’s voice was calm as always.

"Hugo," Evander called, his tone ice-cold. "I need a favor."

Evander wasn’t about to let anyone mess with his wife—it’d mean messing with him, and that was a mistake no one wanted to make.