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
Zoey p.o.vFive months later.....I held on to Alice as she assisted me down the stairs, I am round and full now that I'm in my third trimester. I feel heavier and bigger for obvious reasons, my feet are the worst of them all as they are fuller.“Ouch.” I hissed, baby kicked my abdomen again. The pain wasn't unbearable, but was still pain.“The baby kick again?” Alice asked, small smile playing on her lips.“Hmm.” I hummed, rubbing my left palm over the place, soothing it.“It's a healthy child.” Alice commented. “Be a good child and don't stress mummy too much, okay?” She spoke softly, bending close to my stomach.It moved again, but this time it didn't kick, more like a wave of hand to say okay. I giggled at the movement, it's one of the moments that keeps me going.This kind of moments did greatly remind me of Marco, and how his lack of presence has impacted our lives deeply. When I was with Adriano, he would speak to him, telling him how eager he was for him. Sometimes he would ge
Zoey p.o.vAs I finished eating a meal that could have easily fed ten people, I leaned back in my chair with a contented sigh. “I feel alive.” I release a burp nosily, Adriano giggles pointing at me.“Momma, you farted with your mouth.” He laughs further as if it's the funniest thing in the world.I smile, my heart swallowing with great Joy, he's my bundle of happiness. He's the one person I look at that keeps me going for the past months. My son and unborn daughter are my strength, His laughter was interrupted when he releases a burp, and that too noisily. He quickly slap his mouth shot as if to keep the sound in, Camila and I burst out laughing at his surprised expression.“You farted too.” Camila told him, pulling him into her arms tinkling his stomach. Their laughter spread over the kitchen, I watch them with the most perfect smile on my face.“I did not, Aunt Camila.” His pronunciations aren't correct, but understandable.“You did.” Camila threw him up in the air, catching him