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

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Madi's POV:

continued our daily routine in the coffee shop. We have different tasks. He's in charge of preparing different types of coffee while I'm the one who bakes the cakes and pastries. Well, thanks to my old but lovable mother for this idea. Although we have six employees in the shop, we want it to be personally

be back in an hour." Martin said while I was busy checking out the cake displays from the glass

car?" I asked not bothering to

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

to take it to the auto shop," I smirked but I

why?" I

what you need and it's the best solution to solve your problem with that car of

also into fixing car's

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

in lighter... the thing

If you used a lighter to

"Uhuh... and?"

Problem solved! No air conditioning problems

of his head. "Thanks for the wonderful

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

I'll be back in an hour. Bye."

"Bye..."

indicating that there was a new customer who

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

time?" I asked smiling and

"Babe! Nice endearment!"

my heart started to beat faster in my chest. It's almost deafening and I'm not

despite the loud pounding

morning. What's

-'Gabriel Wilsons.'-

voice stopped in mid-air when I confirmed the whispers of those butterflies in my stomach. I swallowed the sudden feeling of

that got stuck in my throat and professionally asked him. The way

May I know what your order is, Mr. Wilsons?" I asked him in my sweetest smile.

but he just stared at

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

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

suddenly his blank face turned into a hard and serious

he asked in a cold

to