Falling For The Man I Married

Gabriel's POV:

I ran towards the front door as soon as I got out of my car. I can't contain the happiness inside me and I'm so excited to see my wife. I want to confess to her what I really feel, and share this good news at the same time. 

"Love..."

I called her the moment I walked in the front door, but the faces of our maids who have tears in their eyes were the first thing that came into my view. I ignored them as I called Madi's name. And since all of them were silent, my voice echoed throughout the living room.

"Have you seen my wife?" I asked them and they all shared a look. I didn't wait for them to answer as I ran my way upstairs and knocked on her bedroom door. 

"Madi.."

I knocked for the third time, but I got no answer from her inside. I tried to opened the doorknob and pushed the door only to find her room 'empty'. I checked the bathroom but she's not inside. 

The strange feeling began to kick inside me as I walked over to her closet while still calling her name. But I was stopped in my tracks when I found it almost empty. The clothes I bought for her remained on its hanger, but all the clothes she brought here the first time were all gone. I opened the drawers to see they were also empty, the only thing I found inside was the black credit card I gave her. 

A cold sweat washed over me and my heart began thumping violently, almost painfully inside my chest. I went back into the room and my eyes landed on the long white folder on top of her makeup stand. 

I picked up the folder and suddenly I felt the world stopped and spun around me.

Divorce papers.

Her name was printed at the end of the sheet with her signature on it. I gulped as I found myself sitting on the edge of the bed. 

think back on everything that happened in the last few days and it hit me. Her songs.. her tears.. they were all signs that she's leaving me, and I'm fucking fool not to recognize them

cry. I didn't notice that I dropped the folder on the floor. And when I stand, I saw another white stationery together with the divorce papers scattered between my feet. My hands started to shake I recognized it was a

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Gabriel Wilsons;

this letter, but I hope you'll read it

It has been a real challenge for me every day to bring you your coffee, especially when you

and agreement to be your wife. I know we're just a fake couple, but I admit.. those days with you were the happiest and memorable moments that have happened

from my lips.

of your deepest secrets in life with me and for listening to some of my weird stories. Thank you, Gab, for being my friend

I will only help you get 'HER'

your heart be free from pain, hurt, and disappointments of your past. Because the sooner you let them go, the sooner your traumas will heal, and you will find the real meaning of happiness in your life. Don't make your life miserable just because you lost your first dream. And just because the past didn't turn out the way you wanted, it doesn't mean your future can't be better than you ever imagined. There were a lot of opportunities that will come into your life

by the way, this letter doesn't mean goodbye, but it's a new beginning for both of us. I've already asked my lawyer for a copy of our divorce paper. I've already signed my name and signature there and all you have to do is to sign and

and your 'fake

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a whimper. She's gone. She left me. I fall back into the bed with her letter in my hand and tears in my eyes. I looked up at the ceiling as I felt the sudden feeling of being alone in my entire life. Her scent

meaning of emptiness and loneliness in one. I have never felt like this before not even when Stacey left me and chose Ray over me. I made a mistake once, and

leave me without explaining all this

out of my pocket and dialed her number. I ran out the door and went back to the living room where the maids were still standing in where I had seen them earlier. Madi's number is already

you! Have you

in no particular but they didn't answer my question, they just shared a look