Zoey p.o.vAfter breakfast this morning, Marco asked me to get dressed. He must have planned another surprise for me, I got dressed as instructed.I have continuously asked him were we are going, but he refused to spill. I guess I should be prepared to be blown away, Marco surprises are always extra.So, here we are, driving to what seem to be our destination-Or not. We arrived at the coast, it was barely a ten minute drive from the resort.I alighted the car, the cool breeze from the ocean hitting me, I breathe in the freshness of the ocean. “Come here, baby.” Marco stretch out his hand for me to take, I hugged his arm.We went straight to the harbor, a man who looked to be in his late forties, with fiery red hair and blue eyes is waiting for us. “Good afternoon, sir, ma.” The man greets Marco and me.“Hello.” I wave back at him with a small smile. “Simon.” Marco hummed in response.Simon guided us to a bow rider, guess we will be cruising. Marco introduced the man as the caretake
Zoey p.o.vI stared at the center of the water, which was miles away and watched the breeze caress it, creating an uproar as the waves crashed against each other.A small smile spread on my lips, it was one of contentment. This moment is a rare gem in Marco's world, and the world I'm now included. Special and memorable.A quiet time alone, just the two of us.Marco was beside me, sprawled on his back as he lay on the blanket. What is more rare and special is the sight of Marco laying and looking carefree and relaxed. Like he's free from on the burdens weighing down on his shoulders, and away from the rest of the world.“I wish I could freeze this moment.” I breathe out, Marco eyes scanned but didn't say anything. I don't know what was going through his head at the moment.“Isn't this peaceful?” I asked him with a beaming smile.“Hmm.” He hummed. “But I'm not used to this, I only brought us here because I know you crave this quietness.” Marco said with so much tenderness in his eyes fo
Zoey p.o.vWe drove down the familiar road of the estate, the gate to our home came into view as we grew close.I remembered waking up this morning to an empty bed. Nothing but quietnesssurrounding me and the empty mattress on his side. I quickly got out of bed and started searching everywhere. Everywhere he could go, anywhere that was within a walking distance from ourroom. I went out and stood in the middle of the empty living room. I looked around and not a single person could bespotted.“Donna?” Turning around to see Matthew entering the house.“Where's Marco.” Travis's face then changed to slight discomfort at my question.“Don had left.” When those three words left his mouth, my eyes widened. But before I could utter a word, he continued, “And we will be on our way too.” He quickly added, avoiding my explosive response.“Don had something important toattend-”I had cut him off, I'm not interested in whatever cover up he has for Marco's action. I am upset, pissed even. This
Zoey p.o.vHere I am once again sitting in the living room and waiting for my so perfect husband to come back home. Two events are repeating their selves, one Marco leaving without telling me and secondly, he's returning home late once again.Such a lovely husband he is. I frown, my mind unsettled. Not knowing where he is, and how he's doing is setting my mind uneasy.I've tried reaching out to him via calling and texting, yet again he's not responding to either of them. A simple text back to tell me he's fine, will go a long way if setting my mind at rest. The soft sound from my lap brought me out of my thoughts, it was Adriano, both of us has been waiting for Marco to come back. He was playing on my lap a while ago before falling asleep.His face twisted as he broke into silent cries, I rock him to soothe him back to sleep. He might have had a bit of discomfort while asleep, probably a nightmare.“Shhh.” I pat softly on his stomach, still rocking him. He quiet down after a while an
Zoey p.o.vLike a cemetery, the surrounding air hissed with deadly silence in the car. John parked the car at a good distance from the scene, also getting a clear view of what's going on.I was too scared to come down from the car, too scared to find out the truth. I was being brave earlier, but right now, seeing the damages up close I fear for the outcome.I could see the flashing lights of emergency vehicles surrounding the site, creating an eerie glow in the dark night. Cops and firefighters were everywhere, going in and out the building carrying dead bodies out.“Donna, I don't think you should go there.” John advice, staring at me with sympathy, I glared at him shutting him up immediately.They are claiming my husband is dead, and I shouldn't go there?I was fuming and scared at the same time.I shakily step down from the car, my whole body has gone limp from shock. My legs buckled the minute they touch the ground, I rest against the car to support myself.My breath were short a
Zoey p.o.vI was dead.I must be dead. There was no other reason against it. The level of comfort and lightness I was feeling, it was hardly describable. My mind was finally at a place of perfectsilence. So peaceful, I would rather not wake up. I didn't think I could, but then, I did.Forcing my heavy lids open, I lifted my weary head from a leather cushion. Suddenly, much like the lightning, a rush of blurry memories illuminated my mind. A more realistic jolt I felt shooting through my body as I awake and became fully conscious.I sat up, the brightness in the room blinding me for a while, I squint adjusting my eyes to the brightness. It's morning, I didn't check what time it is, I came down from the bed. Memories from yesterday were already floating in my head, but I tried to stay calm. Maybe it was just a vivid nightmare.I said to myself, Marco should be home now. I hastily went across the room and swung the door open, two guards were standing outside my room. “Donna.” They bo
Zoey p.o.vIt's been two days now, two long days since the supposed death of Marco. Today also happen to be the funeral, they're fucking holding a funeral for Marco. This is becoming too real to reject, why am I the only one still in doubt?I had to be here, even though I didn't want to. I haven't accepted the fact that Marco is gone – The funeral is being held at the back of the mansion.For some reason, he wasn't buried in a cemetery, rather their family has a big tombstone territory. It was like an ancestral burial ground, all their past members were buried there and Marco will not be exempted.It wasn't weird to be until I felt some certain way, I couldn't place a finger on how I was feeling. In the mixture, I felt a bit of reassurance- of what?I sat down, just watching the whole process. The invites were close relatives of the Alfonso family and important associates, they came to me one after the other giving out their condolences, but I couldn't bring myself to cry again.“Zoe
Zoey p.o.vI woke up this morning feeling the usual, the feeling of nauseous cutting short my sleep. I rush to the bathroom, throwing up all my guts. These have been going on lately, I've been feeling fatigue, nauseous and dizziness.At first, I didn't put much thought to it, but it's been getting worse recently. I could hardly stay awake and the few times I'm awake it's either I'm throwing up or feeling light-headed.Marco's mom said it was because I've been skipping meals, and thinking too much. She right on that, though, I haven't been myself since Marco's death. I don't eat well, I sleep but not fully rested.Nothing was the same anymore, and it causes a pang of immense pain in my chest. Drifting to sleep at night was, but actually having a good night rest was hard for me. I missed him so much.Every time I think about him, reliving our moments in my mind it increases the pain in my heart making it difficult for me to breathe.The thought of not being able to see him again in this