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!'-

her again until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I glanced at

they're all

of them watching me with different questions swirling in their eyes. I sighed and tried to look

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

you're married?" asked one

"Yes, three years ago."

where is she? What happened to her

mistake in our relationship before, that's why she left me. And until now, I'm still searching for her. I'm hoping I can still correct all those mistakes and hopefully,

said with 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 with one or two kids. Maybe she's now with me or waiting for

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Sandy's POV:

looking blank at them. Yes, his body doesn't move, but his eyes do, searching and trying that maybe..... maybe he can see her, he can find her by

to watch him share his married life and all his mistakes with the gentlemen inside the room. After more than three years of working with him, I can say he changed so much, his personality,

he is right now, but it's worth it. I 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, that the word 'thank you' and 'please' wasn't listed

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 heard the shocking news,

business industry not just in Chicago but throughout the state of 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 finding his wife

nothing is perfect. Everybody makes mistakes,

and we hope she can give you a second

us her picture, so we can

a

phone and sent them one of Madi's pictures. And then

hotel where we're currently checking in, instead of going to the car, he ran to the street in front of the building. John and I exchanged a

Wilsons, you still have one more

ignored me. So I have no choice but to run after