Falling For The Man I Married

Gabriel's POV:

Three years later... 

"Thank you, gentlemen, for coming and participating in this meeting..."

Blah.blah.blah.blah...

I didn't hear what the speaker's next words were as I lost concentration as I watched passersby passing along the busy street of the Am-Phil building in Denver Colorado. I was currently in an important meeting in the city, but as we're almost done discussing some business strategies and investments, I can't help but look out and watch those people walk one by one. 

The meeting room was located just on the second floor of the building and surrounded by huge and clear glass panels, so I can freely see the happenings outside the building. 

It's been three years and I'm still trying to find Madi. And because I am too desperate to see her, I also tried to watch every people passing by even in this kind of busy street while I silently prayed she might be one of them. 

I've been flying from a different country almost every other month, trying my luck to catch a glimpse of her. I became addicted to her perfume scent and it made me insane every time I smell the same scent of her on other women. I also became a fan of entertainment and business news on tv and online, hoping to be able to see her from one of them even in their every commercial. 

I hired several people to watch their house in Florida, and each one for her friends in case she ever showed up to them one day. But like every day of these past years, the result was the same as in my first year of searching... nothing. And here I am, trying again my luck to watch those people pacing their way across each other. 

But then my eyes widened as my heart started pounding inside when I suddenly caught a glimpse of a very familiar woman. I was stunned in my seat and I don't know what to do. 

"Madi!"

I mumbled loudly and finally walked over to the glass panel. I haven't noticed the stares I was earning from the people inside the room. My heart was pounding loudly as my eyes tried to search again the crowd down the building. 

"Mr. Wilsons?"

-'It's her! I'm sure of it!'-

"Mr. Wilsons?"

-'I saw her!'-

again until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I glanced at the owner of the hand.

all waiting for

in their

my wife." I explained with a half-hearted smile.

you're married?" asked one of the

"Yes, three years ago."

she? What happened to her and why do

don't where she is, and I don't know how I can find her. I made a huge mistake in our relationship before, that's why she left me. And

a sad smile but looking in no particular. I'm just looking at the red roses that are beautifully arranged in the middle of the long table. How I wish I could turn back all those times and reset what happened. Maybe we are now a happy couple, probably

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Sandy's POV:

blankly at the crowd. At first, I can't really understand why he's doing that, then I realized he wasn't completely looking blank at them. Yes, his body doesn't move, but his eyes do, searching and trying that maybe..... maybe he

mistakes with the gentlemen inside the room. After more than three

remember the old him when I and Madi were just starting to work in his company. He's cold, distant, rude, and arrogant. And Madi told me one day,

at that time, without him knowing her feelings. But she stayed with him until one day... he called us one by one and asking if she's with us. Then I

Illinois taking all the opportunity he can get. And maybe due to the constant advice of his father, the screams, and the sermon of his mother and other relatives who visit him in his office, he has become what he is right now. A dedicated businessman and a husband dedicated to

patted him on the shoulder. "But you know what, nothing is perfect. Everybody makes mistakes, but the most important thing is that we correct them and stand for

Mr. Wilsons. I'm sure you can find her, and we hope she can give

you can show us her picture, so we can easily recognize her in case our

a good

them one of Madi's pictures. And then we started gathering our things as we

in, instead of going to the car, he ran to the street in front of the building. John

still have

choice but to run after him, while Jhon shook his head