"Mondays are the worst days of every week."
~Adrian Garcia.
Kendall insisted I passed the night there after our discussion. I laid awake on the couch while she slept on the bed.
How could such a heartless person sleep so peacefully?
I almost forgot she lacked conscience, but what if I wanted to murder her in her sleep?
It was the best solution I could come up with to end all this nonsense. A one-time opportunity.
Well, that wasn't going to happen, tonight. Not when she hadn't told me where she kept my parents in hostage.
I stared at the ceiling, just breathing. Yeah, it was normal for people to breath, but mine was different. I didn't feel alive, earlier.
My mind was so much disturbed. All night, I kept thinking about blondie. I wondered how everyone was adapting in my absence.
I left the hotel before sunrise, the following day, heading back to the mansion, so I could freshen up. My breathe stinked with alcohol.
Hopping into my Lamborghini, I buckled my seatbelt, about to start the engine when I received a phone call. I shifted my gaze to my phone.
It was an unknown number. I pressed the reject button and put down the phone, inserting the car key in the keyhole.
Lately, the calls that came in my phone were less of business calls, so I thought likewise.
They usually reached out to me through my secretary.
My phone rang out, again. It was Evelyn calling, this time.
"Good morning, sir," she greeted.
"Morning, Evelyn. Is there a problem?"
"A lady tried to reach out to you, but your line was busy. So, she called through your of–"
I hated when she beats around the bush. "Go straight to the point," I said, starting the engine.
"Sorry, sir. Let me add her on the call."
"Good morning, Mr. Garcia," a voice came at the other end.
"How may I help you, lady?"
"Your wife passed out while working. We're trying our best to revive her–"
"Did you just say working? By this time? I mean, it's just 6:24 AM. Did you consider the fact that your employees have families?" I shouted over the phone.
"We're sorry, but she has an early morning shift, today," she explained, but I didn't care.
"I will be there, shortly," I said. The lady hummed and hung up the call.
Wait.
Where was I heading to?
I seriously didn't know where my ex wife worked.
What a shame!
I called back and she picked at the first ring. "Sorry. Text me her workplace."
"Okay," she replied, and the call got disconnected.
A beep came in the same second.
1 unread message:
Laurels' Kitchen.
I texted 'thank you' and closed the text.
I searched on Google map and pinned the location on my GPS, then I turned around the wheels.
If anything happened to my blondie, I wouldn't spare Kendall. I'd sue that restaurant, too. I didn't care what I had to lose for blondie to be alive.
In fact, I was ready to sacrifice my life.
…
It was a twenty minutes drive. I called my family's doctor on arrival and gave her our meeting point, then I went in for Aurora.
I walked in on more than ten persons gathering a particular spot. I knew it was her. Had they lost their senses?
"How do you guys expect her to recover when y'all are clustering around her? Move aside, everyone!" I yelled, approaching the spot.
The entire building shook at the tone of my voice and they went out of sight.
Blondie was laying on the cold, bare ground. I knelt before her, placing her head on my thighs. I tucked loose strands of her hair behind her ears, caressing her cheeks.
Her face was pale. I leaned closer and kissed her forehead. I missed everything about her. Her smile. Her laughter.
But I stole them away from her.
I rubbed her palms, calling out to her. "Blondie, it's me. I know you can hear me. I'm sorry about everything. Please, open your eyes…"
"You can shout at me. You can slap me hard on the cheeks. You, you can pull my ears. I don't mind, but wake up, please," I kept begging.
She slowly lifted her eyelids, blinking her eyes. Her gaze softened when our eyes met and I smiled.
"Adrian," she called out in a weak, tiny voice.
I placed my index finger on her lips. "Shh. Don't say a word. You'll be fine," I assured her.
She closed her eyes and a tear fell.
"Please, don't cry," I begged.
She didn't respond. I checked under her nose if she was still breathing, but I couldn't feel anything.
I think she passed out, again.
I lifted her in my arms and walked down to my car, ignoring the stares we received. I went mad being chased by the paparazzi.
I struggled to get passed them and laid blondie in the backseat. I hopped into the driver's seat and drove away.