Page 80 of Surrendering to the Obsession

“What is it? What did you find? Where is she?” James demanded, grabbing the man’s arm

The man swallowed, nervously shifting his weight. “Sir, her personal information was just updated on public records. Her status changed from divorced to… married.”

James went completely still—frozen like someone had unplugged his soul.

Beside him, Kylie’s face ignited with a sick, bright spark of joy she tried—and failed—to hide. A triumphant smile curled at her lips.

‘She got married? That fast? Did she marry that secretary she was clinging to? What a fool… leaving someone like James for a small-time office boy.’ Her chest fluttered with happiness. ‘Or maybe she married some old man for money. I’ve never seen her with anyone else. That secretary only showed up once. Yes… it must be some old rich man.’

Her fingers twitched with excitement. ‘Whatever it is, she’s out of my way now. James will finally be mine.’

James’s face turned white—dead white. He stared at the man, not breathing.

“What?” he whispered. “Who… who got married?”

“Mrs. Mia Sinclair,” the man repeated, voice tight. “I checked her details. It shows her status as married.”

James blinked rapidly, confusion clouding his eyes. He looked down at his shoes, then back up, as if couldn’t understand a word coming out of that man’s mouth.

“Married?…” he murmured, voice cracking. “Whose marriage? Who got married?” His brows pulled together, and the entire office fell silent except for his shallow, uneven breathing.

The man stepped forward.

“Miss Mia Bennet, sir,” the man said again, his tone tight with tension. “Mrs. Sinclair? I checked it twice. The update is from the official government site. Her status changed from divorced to married just recently.”

He extended a printed document toward James.

James snatched it out of his hands, his fingers trembling. He scanned every line, eyes darting wildly over the paper.

There it was.

Her name.

Mia Bennet

Status:Married.

Everything else—the details of her age, her spouse, her current address—was blank.

As James continued to stare blankly at the paper in his hands, the man spoke nervously, “I tried to find out who she married, where she’s living now, any new address… but nothing came up.”

James heard the words—but they sounded far away, like echoes through water. His vision blurred as he stared at the printed sheet, his fingers tightening until the paper crumpled.

His head began to spin violently. His knees weakened. The room tilted.

“Sir—!” William rushed forward, catching him by the arm as James’s body swayed backward.

James’s breath came in fast, sharp bursts. Suddenly he ripped the paper in half—then again—shredding it with shaking hands.

“What the hell is this?!” he roared, voice breaking. “This is fake!”

His eyes were wild, red, furious.

“She divorced me just a few weeks ago—HOW can she be married already?!”

His voice cracked painfully, filled with disbelief and something deeper—panic.

His headache pounded, sharp and brutal. He glared at the man, then at William, fury and desperation mixing in his eyes.