Falling For The Man I Married

Chapter 64: The truth is in front of her

I sighed for I guess a hundred times since I parked my car in the parking lot of an OBGyne clinic. Why am I here--- it's because George called me earlier, wanted me to sign some documents at the clinic because she put me as her employer.

But the moment I closed the car door, I felt my heart drop to the ground due to the scene not far from where I was.

Gabriel got out of his car. He opened the passenger side and helped get the bitch to step out. Stacey.

-'They're also having a monthly checkup? And Gabriel is with her?'- asked the left side of my heart.

-'Well, what would you expect? He's the father.'- and the right responded.

I gulped the pain which I noticed has become my daily dose of vitamins. I chuckled and shook my head.

He put his hand on her lower back and they laughed as if they were a real couple. Well, they are only if I'm not married to him.

"Wow, life! I love my life!" I muttered slowly and laughed again. "Come on, Madi! Don't you ever cry again! Aren't you used to it? Come on!"

I asked patting both of my cheeks and trying not to cry.

"If you allow your feelings and the pain to let you down again this moment, you can never call yourself a strong person! Pretending to be happy when you're in pain is an example of how strong you are as a person! Get up, Madi. Just this once! Go!"

I cheered myself up as I watched them walking towards the building entrance.

"Just pretend you haven't seen them or pretend it's not them! Come on, you can do it!"

I sighed and started walking my way towards the building.

"Remember who you are! You're Madi! The ever-beautiful, confident, and STRONG Madi!"

That was the last self-advice I gave myself before turning my attention to the path I was walking on. I looked straight ahead and waited for them to disappear from my sight before deciding to enter the building.

But to my not-so-lucky-fucking-day, they stopped right in front of the clinic door where George was currently at. And my hand automatically covered my mouth to suppress the gasp when I saw them kissing.

-'Oh fuck! So they're now together?'-

I didn't finish the scene as I ran towards the nearest restroom. The moment I entered the door, the loud sobs were racing to escape my throat. I was the only person inside, so I let the pain be out of my system.

I looked at myself in the mirror with tears obscuring my vision and wondered in silence.

-'When will you learn, Madi? Until when will you let the pain eat you up every time you're about to see the same scene in front of you?-'

I looked down and closed my eyes.

-'When will you let go? When will you stop that stupidity in you? You've suffered so much since you learned to love him. How long will you let him hurt you in silence?'-

"Cheating or one-sided love?"

I gasped when someone spoke behind me. I looked at the person in the mirror and saw the woman who asked me. She's in her late fifties. I wiped my tears with the tissue I took from my bag and looked directly at her.

"Cheating or one-sided love?" she asked me again.

I smiled at her bitterly as another river of tears flowed from my eyes.

"Both."

I replied, closing my eyes and clinging to the edge of the counter. I felt a hand on my shoulder and when I looked in the mirror, I saw her smile at me sincerely, but with a hint of sadness.

"If it's both, it means it's hurting you deeply. It cuts everything, your heart, and your soul, right?"

I nodded, wiping my tears.

"Then why don't you let go? Why don't you give up?"

I chuckled bitterly at her questions. "Actually Ma'am, those are the same questions I was asking myself earlier. And the stupid me couldn't find the answer."

"Honey.. look at me." she smiled and cupped my cheeks and let me look directly at her. "Sometimes, we need to cry, be sad, break down and tear apart, so that we can learn how to pick ourselves and put it back together. Sometimes, things have to go wrong before they can go right."

She let go of my face and took both of my hands.

"What's your name, honey?"

"Madi."

"Madi, sometimes we need to know how to feel weak, to know how to be strong. You have to be broken, so when the pain comes to an end, and you become whole again.. you will realize you've never been shattered."

My tears finally came to stop.

"But always remember this, Madi. Suffering doesn't mean, you have to let those people or that person hurt you repeatedly. Once is enough, twice well, think about it. But if it's more than that, let go of it, honey. In a relationship, you need both to grow together and not grow alone. That is what we called partnership."

She massaged both of my knuckles and smiled at me.

"If you spend too long holding on to him, who you know doesn't treat you the way you deserve, you'll miss finding the one who will treat you as his priority. Don't waste your time and your tears on whoever that bastard is! He doesn't have the balls to treat you right, then leave him! Dump that man whose the balls were at his feet!"

I can't help but laugh at her last sentence.

"See? You're beautiful, Madi. Don't waste your love on someone who can't see your worth! Yes, leaving him will cause you pain, and a wound from it. But when the pain subsides, the wound will heal. It will leave you a scar but it will fade and disappear over time. Don't embrace the pain, embrace the life and happiness you will have later."

She smiled and winked at me. I was about to speak when I heard my phone ring.

"Excuse me, Ma'am. I just have to answer this."

"Oh, sure. By the way, I am Erica. I hope someday when we meet again, you're smiling or laughing. And you already find the perfect one for you. I wish you happiness, Madi." she hugged me before exiting the restroom.

I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror. I don't know but all her words were like the touch of an angel to me. I smiled as I answered my phone.

"Hello, George?"

"Hey girl, where are you? My doctor and I have been waiting for you for almost thirty minutes. I thought you said you're already in the parking lot?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm sorry. I just ran into someone on my way there."

"Someone?"

"Yup, don't worry, I'm on my way now."

"Okay. Bye."

I sighed after ending the call. I retouched the smudged makeup on my face before deciding to go to the clinic where George, my husband, and the bitch were in.

I took a deep breath just when I was exactly in front of the clinic. -'I can do this'- I muttered to myself.

Wearing a stretched smile, I pushed the door and the first person who came into my sight was the face of my husband sitting next to Stacey, and in front of them was George while she's on her phone. They turned to look at me and from their blank face, it quickly changed to different expressions the moment they recognized me.

George flashed me with a wide smile, Stacey the bitch glared at me while Gabriel couldn't paint the shock written on his face when he recognized me. I admit, seeing him next to her and inside that clinic was a big slap in my face. It was like a million knives stabbing into my heart, but then again, I just swallowed the pain and pretended it was nothing and I wasn't affected.

"Madi..." Gabriel murmured, getting up but George was faster than him.

"Madi! Thank God, you came!" George squealed and hugged me tightly.

"Of course! I told you, I'm on my way." I hugged her back. I can clearly see Gabriel in the corner of my eyes watching our interaction, but I pretended I didn't notice him since I entered the clinic.

"Hey, who's that someone you said you met on your way here?"

I tried to laugh and thanks to my acting skills, I did.

"It's just someone." I wonder if George doesn't recognize Gabriel or she's just also pretending.

"It's just someone... nothing special?"

I smiled and was about to open my mouth when I felt a hand on my arm.

"Madi."

I knew whose hand it was. And then I pretended to be surprised to see him in the same place.

"Gabriel?"

"Love..."

"What are you------" I paused and intentionally gasped when I saw Stacey. She's wearing again her demonic grim.

She got up and put her hand on Gabriel's arm. My eyes followed the movement of her hand before turned my eyes back to Gabriel.

"Ohh...so, you're with her." It's not a question, it's a statement.

"Love, I'll explain this----"

"You have nothing to explain, love." I smiled, emphasizing the word love. "Don't worry, I am an open- minded person and I have the heart for the needy," I said smiling while caressing his cheek. I'm done with his explanation.

"Let's talk about this, please?" he tried to take my hand but I simply put it on my head and flipped my hair back to my shoulder.

I just smiled at him. "Love, I understand, I promise."

Yeah, I now understand what sacrifices mean, and where and when it should have ended. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

"Ms. George Valentine, is your employer still coming?" we all turned to the woman in a white gown who asked George.

"Oh yeah. She's here doctor."

George answered and held my arm. She introduced me to the doctor as her friend and employer. But in my back, I didn't miss the bitch's question.

"Employer?"

I smirked but focussed my attention on the doctor in front of me.

"Ohh... so you are the famous Madielyn Davis? You're the woman behind the successful Maiden Restaurant in town?"

My jaws dropped with the Doctor's introduction and my eyes slowly darted at the smiling George whose fingers are in a peace sign. I didn't expect that.

"I'm so glad to finally meet you, Ma'am."

"Haha." I smiled awkwardly, accepting her hand.

"I'm a fan of your Italian Bolognese pasta."

"Really, thank you." I simply replied.

"By the way, I'm Tricia Marquez and I'm the doctor of your friend and employee. Madielyn Davis, right--- " she didn't get the chance to finish her question as she was interrupted by the person behind me.

"Wilsons!"

"Huh?" she frowned and we both turned to now standing Gabriel. He walked over to us and put his hand on my lower back.

"I said Wilsons. She's my wife, she's already married to me, so she's now Madielyn Wilsons, and no longer Davis."

My mouth hung open with his words, but the frown on the Doctor's face just got deeper.

"Wilsons? Sir, I thought you're with Miss---"

"No! She's not my wife. She's just my friend."

"Ahh... okay," the doctor said nodding but I didn't miss the evidence of doubt on her face.

I just shook my head and remained quiet. But deep inside, the irritation began to build. We sat in the long chair but Gabriel chose to sit next to me, despite the bitch protests.