Chapter Fifteen

Clyde

After what happened at Olivia work workplace,I grew jealous and decided to send Gabriel home and wait for her. I couldn't help but remember how that guy was looking and flirting with her. As I was sitting in front of her, her cheeks were still red from what I did to her. She tried to ignore me making herself busy with reading some papers. A message popped into my phone. The old one, the one that couldn't be traceable.

Gabriel: "Boss, someone else started looking for you today."

Me: "Who is it?"

Gabriel: "Santiago Marquis, a businessman not involved in illegal business."

Me: "Then we should make it known where Daniel Wallas grave is."

I wrote to Gabriel. I didn't know yet why that man was looking for me but I would find out.

The more people would look for Daniel the more difficult it would become to keep him in the past. We buried Clyde’s body with my old name on the grave, Daniel Wallas. It was only right for his body to have a grave and for my name to have a grave as well.

I was lost in thoughts when I caught off guard Olivia looking at me.

"What's wrong?" She asked narrowing her eyes.

"Nothing." I avoided her eyes , while shaking my leg.

"It doesn't look like nothing. You don't look well." She continued leaning on her chair.

"Would you care to know what troubles me dear wifey?" I stared at straight in the eye this time.

"It's up to you. I don't care what troubles you." She kept a blank face. I

 laughed because I was really mad and hurt. The way she didn't care about me hurt.

A knock was heard on the door before that guy came again to her office. As soon as he saw me he stopped in his tracks.

"Sweetheart  I.." He had the audacity to call my wife honey. "Sorry, I didn't know he was here. I wanted to say I'm leaving for today. I'll see you tomorrow."

The guy smiled and Olivia got up from her chair going towards him with open arms. Was she about to hug him goodbye? I stood on my feet pulling her by her wrist towards me. She widened her eyes before giving threatening looks.

"Goodbye Dave , see you tomorrow." She forced a smile waiting for the guy to leave for her to pushed me away and I released her hand.

"What do you think you're doing?" She sat down on her chair again and I stood on my feet.

"If you don't want our bedroom to become a museum of hands I suggest you keep your distance from every guy.” I stated calmly.

"That is your bedroom, not ours. Even if our marriage was real I would still meet and hug my friends." She pointed her finger at me.

"He doesn't look at you as a friend." I made it clear to her.

"Why do you care? Our fake marriage will end soon." She stood on her feet as well.

"Get ready, we're going home." I ignored what she said.

"Listen to me ,I'm not done here." She plopped herself down on the chair again.

"I don't care! I have work to deal with and I can't leave you alone." I lashed on her .

"You can go and deal with your illegal work dear husband. You have already appointed your doe to follow me around right?”She gave me an ironic smile but I liked it how she said it that I was her dear husband.

"Be careful how you refer to Gabriel. I sent him home, he has work to deal with and you’re coming with me. "

"Work, like what? Cherishing our ghost guests who have occupied all the rooms at your huge house? "

It was impossible to stay mad at her when she made those comments and smiled, her dimples visible looking at me with those puppy eyes. I turned around showing her my back and getting out of her office smiling to myself. I didn't want her to see me smile.

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I returned Olivia home safe and sound and ordered Gabriel to look after her I went to take care of my business. I later returned around 8 pm.

But when I pushed open the door of the bedroom,I saw something strange. Olivia was in an awful state. She was sitting on the floor with her back against the end of the bed. Her eyes were red from crying and she kept sobbing.

I quickly went to her and kneeled in front of her, touching her shoulders.

"Are you okay? What happened? Who did this to you?" I growled, my blood was boiling.

Her body was shaking, her hands were trembling, so I took her hand on mine.

"Olivia, talk to me. What happened?" I tried to talk softly, kissing her forehead.

"It can’t be! It hurts so much! Make it stop! Please! Make it stop!" She pleaded while sobbing in my arms.

 I sat on the floor immediately and pulled her in between my legs hugging her, sheltering her in my embrace as if that would ease her pain.

I didn’t understand where this pain came from but seeing her like that broke me. She was so tiny on my hands and fragile. I needed to know what was going on but for now, I just held on to her tightly. The moment I find out, the source behind her pain, they will suffer all the consequences and regret why they have been born.