Chapter 10
The more Samuel thought about it, the more anxious he became. He worried that she had left on a whim. What if she was staying in a hotel somewhere and realized she’d forgotten something? What if she’d gone on a trip and ran out of money? He was concerned she might have overlooked something important.
So, he sat down beside the swing and made several transfers to her bank account. He didn’t even check how much he was sending.
All he knew was that he had spammed a bunch of zeros.
He was genuinely worried that she might struggle out there on her own—without realizing she never needed him to survive in the first place.
Soon, Samuel received a call from a bank employee.
“Mr. Porter, I’m afraid all your transactions have failed.”
Samuel was already on the verge of a breakdown. His usual rationality had completely deserted him.
“Was there an issue with the amount? Or the number of transfers?” he asked bluntly. “I can confirm that it was me. If you need a confirmation code or a signature, I can provide it right away. I need to send money to my wife.”
He couldn’t even remember the last time he had transferred money to Emily himself. It felt like a lifetime ago. As his wealth and status grew, he had stopped bothering with what he considered “petty matters.” He hired an event planning company to handle their anniversaries.
He had Luke buy Emily’s gifts on his behalf. Even their household expenses were handled automatically.
Individually, these seemed like small things. But put together, they painted a painful picture.
Samuel came to the belated realization that he had grown distant from Emily without even noticing. Overwhelmed with regret, he was desperate to make things right.
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However, the bank employee added, “There’s no issue on your end, Mr. Porter. But the account you’re trying to transfer to no longer exists.”
“What? Why not?”
“It appears the account was closed yesterday.”
“Yesterday?” Samuel repeated, stunned.
Once the call ended, he covered his face and let out a choked sob.
If only he’d called Emily sometime in the past few days, he might’ve realized something was wrong. But he didn’t.
And now—it was too late.
An hour slipped by in the blink of an eye. Samuel was in no shape to work. In a panic, he began combing through Emily’s social media accounts, hoping to find some trace of her. Maybe she had shared her thoughts and feelings online, where no one knew her.
Samuel wasn’t a regular user of social media, but he knew the username Emily always used: “WithEm.” It was her handle on every platform.
He started with WhatsApp. That’s when he noticed how long it had been since they last texted. Her account seemed to have been deleted—her profile picture was gone.
Samuel felt like he’d been punched in the chest.
He searched for “WithEm” across all platforms, but either the username didn’t exist, or it didn’t belong to her.
Still, he kept searching tirelessly. All he found were old posts people had reshared. Her original accounts had been wiped from existence.
Refusing to give up, Samuel contacted customer service for one of the platforms. After giving them Emily’s details, he pleaded:
“I read your terms. It says accounts deleted within seven days can be restored. I want you to recover her data.”
“Sir, only the account owner can make that request,” the representative replied.
“I’m her husband! Can’t I do it on her behalf?” Samuel demanded, voice rising.
“I’m sorry, sir,” the representative said firmly.
“Fine! Then I’ll take you to court. You’ll be receiving the summons soon enough! Don’t take me for a fool—I know how easy it is to recover data from your backups.
“If you wish, sir,” the representative replied calmly. They were used to handling emotional and difficult callers, so Samuel’s threats weren’t anything new.
Even if he went through with it, legal procedures would still need to be followed.
Seeing that the representative wouldn’t budge, Samuel ended the call. Then he used his connections to get in touch with the CEO of the platform.
This time, he humbled himself and pleaded:
“I know you have rules to follow. But my wife left the house without taking anything. She even deleted all her social media and closed her bank account. If you don’t help me retrieve her data, I won’t have a single clue where she might be. Please… I’m begging you.”
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