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It couldn't be a coincidence, could it? To have two of Ocean's classmates bear the same last names as the men we were running the cartel, whom we were trying to take down. I didn't sleep, not with the million thoughts going through my head. A part of me felt we were overthinking everything, but another part worried for the safety of my son. The McCann brothers had gone after Seth, Nina, and Oliver to bend Ivory to their will, and men like that would blur the line to get what they wanted. They would harm Ocean without second thought if it would bring them to their goal. "You're not sleeping, are you?" Oliver asked, and he pulled himself up to sit down. We had both put Ocean to sleep a few hours ago and returned to bed in silence. I had said good night to him even though I knew I wouldn't be getting any sleep. I knew the same thoughts had kept him awake, too. "I'm not sleeping. I can't sleep. This is probably me making things up in my head, but what if I'm not? What if we are not?"
Imela's POVOliver kissed my lips before telling me to take care of myself and have a wonderful day at work. I kissed Ocean and then wished them the same before driving off to the office. It was his day to drop and pick Ocean up from school, so I drove straight to the office.Since finding out the truth about Ocean's friends, we have felt at ease. Ocean was always eager to share what the twins and he did, as well as the fun they had before going to sleep. He looked forward to being in their company every day. He had never bonded so well with friends, and it was a refreshing feeling.We hung out with the McQueens a few days ago, and we realised they were an everyday couple living normal middle-class lives. However, we were set apart because of our position in society and the demands that came from it. It was a lovely time.I stepped out of the elevator and saw Joe. I exchanged pleasantries with Joe, who was also setting up his corner, having arrived not long ago. After that, he informe
Oliver's POV"Mr Plane, I called because I didn't know what else to do," Caesar spoke these words as I walked towards the car where he was standing.He had called thirty minutes ago to inform me that Ela was having a nervous breakdown and wouldn't step out of the car after they arrived at the firm. He told me where they were, and I assured him that I'd be there as soon as I could. I closed the report on my desk and informed Georgie to cancel the rest of my appointment for the day because I wouldn't be returning. Caesar didn't tell me much of what caused Ela to be this way, and he didn't have to; it didn't matter; what mattered was that Ela needed me, and I had to be there.It was difficult to accept the reality of a lot of things. The McCann brothers, still walking freely despite the evidence being gathered, were one of them. Those in charge of the investigation were giving out little information, so there was a need to be patient.I knew it would have an adverse effect on Ela; I didn
Ela wanted us at the funeral service of the late Detective Lewys Chan, and so we went. It was a small gathering of close friends and family, saying their final farewell. Chan had three daughters; two were in high school, and the oldest was a freshman in college.If Ela felt miserable before, it was nothing compared to how she looks now at the cemetery where the funeral service took place. I held her hand, assuring her I was there for her and not leaving. Last week, the police department opened an investigation into Chan's death, and justice will be served, which I was sure of.We gave our condolences once again to the widow and her children, and Ela offered her card to Roselle, Chan's widow, telling her to come to her with whatever she needed for her family and the kids. I knew Ela's big heart would move her to provide assistance to the family, just like she did for her cousin, Godiya when her parents couldn't afford to further her study in medicine. The widow nodded and smiled at her
“Are you sure you will be okay?” Ela inquired as she and Ocean exited the car. The two needed this break for sure, and with everything that had happened so far, it was more than necessary.I smiled and placed my arms around her waist, pulling her closer. “If I didn't know better, I'd say you are worried about me.”She rolled her eyes, but she didn't deny it. “I am worried about you. You are my husband and the father of my son.”I grinned at her. “I love it when you use that name, husband. You should use that name more often; it carries a distinct tone.” When she called the name, her voice and the way her lips moved were so hot.“Husband.” She called while still rolling her eyes.I kissed her lips one last time, saying, "Like that." I didn't want to let her go, but the plane was waiting for her, so I had to.I placed my head against hers, my lashes fluttering. "Call me when you land, alright?"She nodded. "Yes, I will."I stepped back and bent down to match the height of the very tall
Imela's POV“Imela!” Ingrid waved at me as Ocean, and I got out of the aeroplane, with Monique behind us.I saw her standing next to the already-waiting Ford, and I smiled and waved back.We climbed down, and she stepped up to meet us. “When Oliver told me you were coming, I didn’t believe it,” she said, smiling happily as we hugged.I had been sceptical about leaving, but Oliver wanted me present. He told me we had come a long way, and I owed it to Ingrid to be present. He was right; I needed to be here to celebrate, and being here, far away from the States, would also take my mind away from everything happening there. It has been a rough couple of months, and hopefully, I will be able to find stability when I return. Oliver was typically extremely clingy and would complain if we were separated for hours, so I was taken aback that he did not accompany me. Nevertheless, he was willing to let me leave for an extended period of time. I was impressed and a little sceptical. A part of me
“I mean, I am only your husband; I don’t mean any more to you.” Oliver moaned over the phone, and I couldn’t help rolling my eyes at his dramatic tone. Being dramatic came as quickly as breathing for him, especially when I had slacked on my promises. Oliver Plane would capitalise on it and drag it out for as long as possible.I had borrowed Ingrid's phone and used it to call Oliver after I realised I hadn’t called like I promised I would. He had been grumpy since he picked up the call, and I have lost count of the number of times I have apologised.“I already said I am sorry; what else do you want me to say?” I asked, pressing my head against the wall while I watched the to-be couple sway lovingly to the live band's music.“Nothing,” he answered, grumbling a few things I couldn't make out.“Then quit being dramatic; I already miss you enough.”“I miss you too.” He said.“How’s work going for you?”“Great, almost done for the day and about to head home.” He replied, and I heard the noi
The wedding was a success and one of the loveliest ceremonies I have ever been to, and I was glad to have been a part of it. We had planned to be each other's chief bride's maid, so this wasn't up for questioning. I told her I was available if she wanted me, and she told me she wasn't changing her mind about her first decision. It was settled. Ingrid looked the most elegant in her ball wedding dress and veil. Her hair, unlike at the party last night, was in a braided form and held to the back with a pin. "This is happening." She said as her car came to a stop right before the chapel. I nodded and took her hand into mine; she turned her attention to me. "This is happening; today, you will become a wife to Fermín Martínez, the man you love-the man that loves you." Her eyes blurred. "It feels like a dream." She admitted. "It is as real as it is ever going to get." I reached out with the hankey and wiped her tears off. She got down, and Pedro was already standing with his elbow exten