Falling For The Man I Married

Gabriel's POV:

By the moment I got to the hotel I am currently checking in, I received a call from one of my newly hired men to look for my wife in all corners of Denver, Colorado. I answered his call and a huge smile crept onto my lips.

I was right. She was the woman I saw from the second floor of the Am-Phil building last week. I can't even form a single word due to the excitement that has filled me inside. And there were so many things and plans excitedly dancing in my mind when I heard the positive news. Finally, after three years of searching and waiting, I will be able to see her again.

But the time I ended the call and checked the photos he had sent to my inbox, my knees buckled and suddenly I sat down on the bed. I felt mixed feelings of jealousy, regret for everything I did before and anger at myself right at that moment.

They're her pictures... three of them were taken while she walks and laughs with a man next to her. They looked so happy in the photos. And the rest were taken while they were kissing in the middle of the streets.

A painful, bitter laugh escaped from my throat as I brushed my hair. I screamed out loud as the evidence of her happiness with someone else almost broke my heart. I called my man again with rage surging through my veins. 

-'She can't be with another man. I'll do everything in my power to get her back! Even if I need to pull some strings and play dirty tricks, I won't hesitate to do it just to make her mine, again!"

"Mr. Wilsons-----"

"Did you get her address, and did you get any information about her? Her job, the name of this fucking man? How dare he kissed what's mine?" I asked him through gritted teeth and clenched jaws.

"I'm sorry, Sir. But I think they saw me because they ran after they kissing----"

"What the fuck! Are you a fucking idiot? It's just a simple job and you can't do it right! Have you shown yourself?"

"No, Sir. I'm sorry. I did my------"

"I don't fucking care what you did! You're fired!" I ended the call and didn't wait for him to respond.

"Fuck! I hired another fucking idiot!" I threw the phone on the bed and massaged my throbbing temples. If none of them can give me a positive answer, I'll do it myself.

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It's already eleven in the evening, but I'm still driving in the busy and non-sleeping city of Denver. I can't feel any exhaustion even at this late hour, knowing she can be on any street or any corner of this City. I can't give up on this moment, because I've been waiting for this moment for the last three years of my life.

"Sir, I think it's getting late. Maybe we should go back to the hotel and continue our search tomorrow. We can search again all the avenues. You haven't had any rest since this morning, Sir."

I glanced at Jhon in the rearview mirror. He's currently sitting in the back seat.

"No. I can't stop right now Jhon. What if she's just in one of the streets walking, and I haven't noticed earlier?"

"But sir, it's already half-past eleven in the evening. I don't think Ms. Madi is still up at this late hour. As I remember correctly, she hates morning but it wasn't her habit to be late to bed either. Well, maybe if she changed that after these three years, but old habits are hard to die."

I chuckled shaking my head as I continue to drive. Almost all of them including our maids know her habits and mannerisms. While I, her 'husband', the only thing I know about her is my feelings for her, and lately her favorite perfume. I don't even know her favorite flower or what color she likes the most.

few streets, I have already followed Jhon's suggestion. We went back to the hotel, but I

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Madi's POV:

while I'm the one who bakes the cakes and pastries. Well, thanks to my old but lovable mother for this

repair shop. I'll be back in an hour." Martin said while I was busy checking out the cake displays

your car?" I asked not

the air conditioning, it doesn't work even if I

I think you don't really need to take

why?" I

and it's the best solution to solve your

really? Don't tell me you're also into fixing car's air conditioning?" he asked with

the 'p'. "Tsk.tsk.tsk.

lighter... the thing that used to

lighter to

"Uhuh... and?"

conditioning problems anymore, no car engines

He said laughing, scratching the back of his head. "Thanks for the

problem! Such a small thing! What are friends are for, right?" And I started to laugh at his

he shook his head. "I have to go, I'll be back in an hour. Bye." he

"Bye..."

chimes indicating that there was a new customer who had entered the shop, but because

his footsteps stopped in front of the glass cabinet, but because I was too busy counting the display inside, I just asked him if

What is it this time?"

"Babe! Nice endearment!"

voice. I gulped as my heart started to beat faster in my chest. It's almost deafening and I'm not sure if it's just a hearing hallucination or I really heard it

took a deep breath before showing off my smile despite the loud pounding in

What's your

-'Gabriel Wilsons.'-

when I confirmed the whispers of those butterflies in my stomach. I swallowed the sudden feeling of déjà vu. Because it's the same feeling I felt when I realized

breath that got stuck in my throat and professionally asked him.

asked him in my sweetest

he just stared

no.. he looked matured, manly and more handsome today than before... even after three years. Maturity suits him well. The Greek God himself, the one and

take your order, Sir?" I asked him again in a

his blank face turned into a hard and serious expression, not to mention cold... the old

in a cold tone that sent shivers down

Ms. Davis to you, Sir." I