Chapter 44 Someone Kidnapped My Baby 1
MADISON POV
My daughter, bring my daughter here NOW—I screamed, sobbing.
I still couldn't believe that my Nadia had been kidnapped, ripped from me.
I couldn't believe I was living a nightmare worse than anything I'd ever experienced.
I was desperate, I couldn't think of anything but who could be doing this to me.
That story about a mother becoming a lioness when her children are messed with, is true.
I didn't think twice before running through the hospital screaming my daughter's name, wanting and begging them to find her.
Not even the pain in my stomach stopped me from going after her, but I couldn't find her.
Nurses sedated me and took me back to the room.
When Dimitri saw the contents of the paper, he went crazy.
The anger was evident on his face, his eyes turned black, and I didn't recognize the happy man from hours before.
Now there was only a man full of fury who would do anything to find her, just like me.
"Madi, I saw the hospital's security cameras.
The nurse who took Nadia didn't work here, this person was disguised; we couldn't see her face.
We only know she's a blonde woman.
We'll do everything we can to find her, but it might take a while, Madi.
This woman took precautions to avoid being identified," Cohen said.
With each word that came out of his mouth, it was as if sharp knives were piercing my heart.
"Damn it, I'm going to kill the bitch who did this," Dimitri said, pacing back and forth.
"I promise I'll move heaven and earth to bring her back into our arms."
I cling to Dimitri, trying somehow to wear off all the pain I'm feeling.
Dimitri is a haven where I can always anchor, but now it's as if I don't have an anchor.
I was discharged from the hospital 3 days ago and haven't heard anything about my daughter, even with what was written in the note.
Cohen thought that this person might ask for a ransom because Dimitre is rich, but I doubted that and my suspicions were confirmed after this time.
This woman wanted to get to me; it has nothing to do with money, I am her target.
During those days, I didn't eat, and I stayed locked up all the time in the room that Dimitri set up for Nadia.
I run my hand over the white crib imagining how wonderful it would be to have her here.
We were so happy with her arrival.
I remember the first time she kicked; it was the most incredible feeling I had ever felt in my whole life and when Dimitri arrived and put his hand on my belly, she kicked again, as if she knew that the one who was there was her father.
His startled face was both funny and touching, It was a moment exclusively ours.
I will always keep that memory with me; his expression and his radiant smile are etched in my mind.
I could have fallen into postpartum depression after everything that happened, but inside me lives something stronger than pain, something that doesn't let me fall into a dark world.
The desire to find my daughter is what strengthens me.
It doesn't matter what I need to do to see her little face again, I will do it without thinking twice.
My life now revolves around her; everything I think and do is for her.
"Madi, you need to eat, at least try to drink this juice," Laura said.
"I'm not hungry," I said.
"You're going to eat it even if I have to force it down your throat," she said.
Even Laura can't make me smile anymore; the last genuine smile I gave her was after the birth of my child when I kissed her hand.
Please, Laura, leave me alone.
I promise I'll eat later.
"You've been saying that for hours," she said with a sigh.
"You can't stay in this room torturing yourself, Madi."
I'm not, I just... I just want to feel close to her somehow—I felt tears on my face.
"Okay, at least I tried. Maybe Dimitri will succeed," she said and left, closing the door behind her.
Dimitri just like me, is devastated, but he hides it in his own way, putting on the mask of the controlling and insensitive man I met at the nightclub.
It's his way of not showing that he's hurting as much as I am, and I understand him.
Dimitre now lives to find Nadia, staying up until dawn on the phone, looking for evidence with Cohen, but when he doesn't find anything, he locks himself in his office with a bottle of alcohol.
I can hear him getting nervous and smashing the glass against the wall.
I don't dare go there and comfort him, no matter how much I want to, I can't.
Madi, my love, come here—He enters the room and hugs my waist.
Whenever he comes near me, memories flood back; I try in vain to hold back my sobs in Dimitre's presence, while he, also, comforts me, and he shakes me but I couldn't.
5 months later
The search for Nadia continues, but according to Cohen, if the kidnapper doesn't make contact, there's no chance of finding her.
That bitch was very careful.
The phase where I was crying, locked in my daughter's room, is over; now only anger and hatred remain.
I'm overwhelmed with these bad feelings.
The girl, full of dreams, is gone.
I was at home preparing lunch when the doorbell rang, I don't remember Laura saying she was coming over, but knowing how concerned she is, I went to the door and opened it.
To my surprise, there was no one on the other side, just a red box with my name on it.
I pick up the box and take it inside, rip off the ribbon and throw it aside, and when I see a little pink monkey, I collapse.
I pick up the outfit and smell it.
I feel the delicate baby scent, there's a note along with a photo.
" Your beloved Nadia is looking more and more like her father."
Isn't she beautiful?
If you want to see her, you'll have to abandon the person you love most.
I still want you out of Dimitre Thompson's life if you want your Nadia back.
The clock is ticking and your little princess is growing up.
Be quick, no goodbyes and no warning.
When you are far away from him, I'll send you, your baby.
Don't worry, I'll always know your location.
I don't know if I'm crying tears of joy at seeing my little one or tears of sadness at having to leave the man I love behind.
Fate really doesn't want us together.
I just hope Dimitri will forgive me and be happy; I didn't want to hurt him, but it's necessary.
I rush to my room and start packing my clothes.
I grab a shirt Dimitri wore yesterday and put it in my suitcase.
I smell his scent on the pillow and hug it as if he were still there; everything we've experienced so far, I will take with me; my memories will be proof that all of this was true, that this love was real.
I look one last time at the house where I spent unique and wonderful moments.
I don't regret making this decision; for my daughter, I am capable of anything, even depriving myself of my own happiness.
I don't know where to go, I only know that I need to be far away from Dimitri so that I can get my baby back.