Loving Madeline

Chapter 90 - I Miss My Wife

Hunter's POV

"Excuse me, Mr. Divenson, what are we going to do with the food that you order?" Cal asked after eating our lunch; I already made a reservation and ordered our food ahead of time since I didn't expect that my wife and Gina will not be joining us for lunch.

"Just instruct the waiter that you are going to take out the untouched food," I answered.

"Why did you even bother to order so many foods when you know your wife and her best friend couldn't make it." He replied, and I remained silent, but I give him a hard stare.

"I need your help, Cal!" I declared, and he gave me a quizzical look.

"What do you want me to do this time, Mr. Divenson?" He asked.

"I want you to help me clear Rebecca's stuff from her room," I said.

"Which room?" He inquired.

"The room where I put all my ex's things," I said, and his eyes widened.

"But why?" He asked.

"Because I said so, and I want to clean it when my wife is not around in the house since I don't want her to find out that I keep Rebecca's things, it has been ten years, and I think it is now time to let go. She is dead, and there is no reason why I should harbor her things. She will never come back, and I have now a wife." I said, and his smile widened.

"Wow! I thought you couldn't forget about her." He replied.

"I am now beginning to fall in love with my wife, and I know you have been waiting for this to happen because you are her greatest fan. I want to make my wife happy, and the only way to do that is by letting go of Rebecca's memory." I said, and I felt so confident that I can finally let her go.

"I think we need to celebrate about this, Mr. Monleon, " Cal responded.

"Of course, I will invite you to come over to our house one of these days.

"Where are you going to put her stuff?" Calixto asked.

"There is only one way to do it that I could no longer see her things. We need to burn all of them." I said, and he nodded, and we got up from our chair after I paid the restaurant bill. We both get back in the office, even though I plan to spend my entire afternoon with my wife.

I keep myself busy, but I can't concentrate, and I keep on watching my clock, and when it is almost six o'clock in the afternoon, I suddenly feel worried that Madeline didn't text or call me. I tried calling her phone so many times, but it is unattended, and maybe her phone was out of battery. And I tried calling Gina, and I felt glad she answered her phone on three rings.

"Hello, Gina, where are you now?"I asked, feeling so curious.

"We are on our way back to the city, Mr. Divenson." She replied.

"Can I talk with my wife?" I asked.

"Sure, wait for a while, Mr. Divenson. I am sorry, Hunter." She said, and I stifle a laugh because I know she remembered to call me Hunter every time we talk face to face.

"Hello, Hunter?" She said on the other line, and I can tell her exhaustions through her voice, and I wonder why she sounds so stressed and sad, and maybe she was carried away by their activities the entire day.

"Hi, Madeline, are you okay?" I asked, and I can hear my own worries in my voice.

"Yes, but would it be alright if I stayed at Gina's place tonight? And can we have our dinner some other time? " She asked, and I suddenly felt something is going on with her.

"But why?' I asked.

"I miss Gina's family, and I am also exhausted today." She replied, and I can tell Maddie is lying, and I don't know what is wrong with my wife.

"Are you sure? You are fine, Maddie?" I asked, and she fell silent.

"What is wrong, Madeline?" I asked again.

"I am sorry, Hunter, I can't hear you; I have a bad connection." She said, and the call ended, and I am holding the phone in my hand, still unable to believe I can't be with her tonight.

"So, our dinner is canceled?" Cal asked, and I nodded.

"Yes, you may go home now, Calixto. And have fun with your wife." I said, and I can see the wide grin on Cal's face, and he turned around and got out of my office hastily while I am shaking my head. I am disappointed that I couldn't see her tonight, and I realized how much I want to see Madeline.

I get up from my swivel chair and get out of my office in a hurry. And I drive my car fast, and when I arrived at our house, I can feel the silence of the entire house, and I realized how much I miss my wife.

I open the fridge, and I take out some grapes and strawberries. I eat the fruits on the dining table, and after eating and cleaning, I walked with heavy steps in going to the living room. I opened the wide television to watch the news, but I can't deny I am still thinking about my wife. I watched the news, but my mind is somewhere else, and I decided to switch off the TV. And I stood up and strode toward the grand staircase.

I took a fresh shower, and as I was drying my hair with a towel, I realized I need to call Madeline again. I dialed her phone number, but still, I can't contact her. I put on my sweatpants and sleeveless tank top and lay on my bed, but as I turned around, I smell my wife's scent on the sheet, and I lost it; I got up and got my car keys and left the house in a hurry.

I know I may look crazy with what I am doing, but since I acknowledge my real feelings towards Maddie, I always want to be near her, especially during the night because I want to cuddle my wife.

I arrived at the parking lot of Gina's place, and I felt shy to call Gina again, but I don't have a choice. I was holding my phone in my right hand and looked at my recent call log, and I redial her number.

"Hello, Hunter, what can I do for you,

"Can you ask my wife to come outside?" I asked, and she fell silent for a while that I almost think she hung up on me.

"Hey, Gina, Are you still there?" I asked.

"Are you there outside?" She asked me in return.

"Do you think I will play some frank with you, Gina?" I asked.

"Of course not, Hunter. Madeline is on her way to meet you." She responded.

"Thank you, Gina," I said before I ended the call.

I was leaning on my car when I saw my wife comes out from the main door, and I can feel the rapid beating of my heart as I watched her strides towards me, and she was wearing a beautiful nightdress which I am very confident she borrowed from her best friend. My wife is beautiful and hot, and I can't wait for her to come to me, so I stepped forward and met her halfway.

"I am sorry, Madeline, I tried sleeping on our bed alone, but no matter what I do, I can't stop thinking about you because you sound so sad over the phone, and I can't contact your number," I said, and I can't stop myself from claiming her mouth, and I kissed her passionately. Her lips taste so sweet, and I want to devour her mouth one more time, but I can't make a show in this parking lot.

"Maddie, please, come home with me," I begged my wife, and I want to ask her what is wrong, but she shook her head.

"Don't you want to come home with me?" I asked, and she nodded.

"I still want to stay here with Gina. Can I sleep here?" She begged, and I think she needs a friend right now, and I wonder what the problem of Madeline is, and as much as I want to take her home with me, I can't because I can see the determination in her eyes. I tried to understand that she wants to be with Gina.

"Okay, please come home tomorrow." I implored her, and her beautiful smile appears.

"Of course, I miss you." She said, and my face blushed.

"I miss you too, Madeline," I said and devoured her mouth again before I turned around to get inside my car and I drive away from the parking lot. I can feel the loneliness as I moved away, watching Madeline's figure getting smaller in my rearview mirror.

I know, and I can feel it in my core that something is going on with Madeline, and I want to know what is bothering her, and as possible I want my wife to share it with me, because we are now married, and I need her to open up with me. I can't wait to see my wife tomorrow, and I need to plan a surprise and make her happy.. And instead of feeling lonely, I utilized my time by thinking of a way to please my wife.