Chapter Sixteen

Olivia

After having a nightmare, I woke up with tears burning in my eyes. Clyde was lying right next to me and he seemed so peaceful and innocent as he slept.

But what my father had said on the phone earlier kept coming back to me.

"I'm so sorry sweetheart but your friend Daniel Wallas is dead."

My father's words echoed in my memory, it was like my heart stopped beating for a moment in time. The news was unbearable. On the other hand, my father's voice sounded relieved, like it was the death of some unknown person you hear it in the news.

"No, You’re lying, that is not true. You’re simply doing this just because you don't want me to keep looking for him." I shook my head, my hands were trembling.

"No sweetheart, it's true, your friend is dead." My dad sighed, probably rolling his eyes.

"I want proof. I won't believe it until I see the proof." I paced back and forth.

"I'll send you the address where he is buried. I have to go no. Bye, honey." He hung up the phone and I fell on my knees waiting for his damn message.

Hoping that was a dream and soon I would wake up. But it was not and it hurt so much. It was so painful that I didn't know what to do. It was so painful that I was ready to make a deal with the devil to save myself from that pain.

I found some black clothes before going out on my tiptoes. I passed the guards who were half asleep and when I was far from the villa ,I called my friend Sam.

"Hey are you awake?" I asked her as she yawned.

"Now I am. What's up, why are you calling at this time of the night?" I looked at the time on the phone it was 23:30 pm.

"I really need a ride. I'm standing a bit far of the villa where I got married. Can you come pick me up please?"

"What happened, don't scare me? Did you have a fight with your husband?"

" I'll tell you when you come, please hurry up." When Sam came I hugged her tightly sobbing in her arms.

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"You're scaring me Liv. Okay I get it, he was your friend, but why do you want to go to the cementry at this time of the night? "

" I just need to do this, please don't ask questions. " I respond shortly.

" Why isn't your husband taking you there, did you have a fight? "

"I said no questions, please. " I repeated.

He didn't even know I left. Probably I would go back before he woke up.

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Clyde

When I woke up, I reached for Olivia with my arm, but my hand only reached the opposite side of the bed. Lazily, I opened my eyes to see if she was in the bathrrom. I stood up and looked around the bathroom. I started to panic when she wasn’t there .

She kept what happened to her from me. She cried to sleep in my arms earlier but now she was gone . I looked for my gun, but I couldn't find it. She took it, but why?

"Please don't do anything crazy, Olivia." I spoke through my teeth while opening the suitcase in my closet and taking out another gun.

"How the hell didn’t you see her ? She went right past you!" I yelled at the men who were guarding the door after seeing through the cameras how she ran away.

"I want you to find my wife, right now! Check all the cameras, the street cameras!" I quickly threw some objects from the desk  on the wall and it splattered everywhere ,I then kicked the chair and it broke .

How could I be so careless with her?

A few hours passed.

"Tell me you have good news. " I sighed, removing my palm from my forehead.

"I found it by the camera of a shop next to the house. She met her friend, one of the girls present at the wedding. We have her license plate of the car and will find it in a bit. " Gabriel showed me the video of Olivia hugging the girl before getting in her car.

"I'm getting the car ready, tell me as soon as you find her." I went out to get the car. Whatever was her problem, it should have been huge since she took my gun.

Gabriel gave me the address where that car was parked. It was in front of a fish restaurant that was closed. What was she doing there? I looked around, there was no sign of her or her friend.

Finally Olivia was calling, 'Wifey' pop out on my phone's screen.

"Where are you wifey?" I spoke through my teeth.

"Hi, this is Sam, your wife's friend. I was at your wedding, probably you don't remember me.." She started speaking but I interrupted her.

"Where is my wife, why do you have her phone?"

"I took it from her with the excuse that mine had no battery and found the only number that was not written by name or the names that I know. It is written as 'the devil'. Probably you had a fight , she got mad and changed your name but she is not well at all."

"Where are you?" I spoke again through my teeth.

" We're at the cemetry, I'll send you the location. She told me to leave, but I'm afraid to leave her alone."

" I'm right where you have parked your car. I'm coming. " I hung up the phone going towards the graveyard.

The last time I walked that street was when we buried Daniel with my name on his grave. What was doing Olivia there? A girl was walking towards me.

" Hey, she is over there. Don't tell her I called you. " She was very talkative.

" Okay. " I said shortly. Walking away when she stopped me by my forearm.

" Wait, her phone." She gave me Olivia’s phone.

" Oh ,and don't forget she lost a very dear friend to her. So whatever you are fighting for , make peace already. " She stated before leaving.

I found my wife kneeling in front of my grave. She had my gun in her hands and pointed at her chest. No one from afar would have noticed, only would have heard the sound of shooting.

"What are you doing with that gun, give it to me." I took it from her hands, she didn't resist.

Or maybe she was too tired to resist. She didn't turn her head, her eyes remained glued to the name written on the stone, my name.

"How can you ask a dead person someone to give you explanations why they did what they did?" She spoke almost in a whisper, shivering from the cold of the night.

I took off my jacket, throwing it over her shoulders. She didn't refuse, didn't move, her eyes never left the grave.

"This is the reason why you were feeling bad?" I asked her but she was in another world.

"Why does it hurt so much?"

Finally, she broke down ,sobbing and I dared to sit next to her and hug her.

"Maybe because he was your friend. It is normal to feel sad and pity the poor boy." I tried to comfort her, but also wanted to know why my death would destroy her.

"I loved him so much. He had my heart. But I can't tell it to him. I never said it." She sobbed in my arms and my body froze from what she said.

I should have heard wrong. That couldn't be true. Or did she realize she loved me when she found out I died? Or maybe she meant it, like love like a friend or brother. I was still in shock, trying to understand what she said when she pulled away, wiped her tears with the back of her hands, and stood on her feet. I stood on my feet as well.

"I want a divorce." She stated before her eyes rolled back and she fell like a leaf right in front of my eyes.

I hurried to catch her and took her in my arms. Her body couldn't support all that crying.

"I'm sorry dear wife, there is no divorce. There will never be."

I spoke to her unconscious self while I was taking her to my car and straight home. To my room, where she belonged.