Married To My Sister's Husband novel Chapter 19

Livy

A wave of relief and excitement wash all over me as I heard the one voice I have longed to hear all afternoon. He's here, at last he's finally here.

I looked up to see his face, it was a bit shadowed with the poor lighting at the door were he stood.

I saw the surprise look on the officer's face by Markian's sudden confession of our relationship because, the officer froze for few seconds before recollecting his thoughts.

He then saluted a sternly-looking man also in uniform but with lots of decorations on it. He

walked into the room with Markian and by the looks of how respected the man was, I figured he's the Chief of Police.

Only heaven knows just how much I want to run to Markian and have him wrap me with those firm arms of his that had carried me up to our hotel room that night of the party.

But I can't do that. No matter how much I miss him and long to hug him, to feel comfort in his arms, none of that would ever happen.

Sometimes, I tend to forget my situation and dare to dream. The man standing right in front of me has made it clear that I'm far from his league, so how dare I?

I feel embarrassed and shamefaced letting him see me in such a situation, but most of all I was disappointed. He seemed perfect fine, I mean he looks ok so why is he just coming here now?

I knew right from the start that I meant little or nothing to him, but I tried. I try to make him see me as different from what he assumed I am and this feeling of constant defeat, uncertainty and rejection is starting to tear me apart slowly.

Talk about walking on thin ice, this entire honeymoon have been one gigantic cluster of horrible experience after another.

I can't even manage 2weeks of vacation with this man, how would I possibly be able to manage a lifetime of marriage to him?

He ordered everyone out, just the both of us remained in the room. But like a fool, I'm still finding it hard to take my eyes off him as he moved effortlessly towards me and sat opposite me.

Now he's in front of me, I could see his face clearly and it melted my heart to see just how stressed out he looked. What the hell has he been up to?

He asked me tiredly to sit down, and I obeyed. I felt my whole body jump in excitement as he moved his hand to hold mine. Suddenly, every single negative emotion I was feeling towards him disappeared.

His hands were tender on my skin, as he rubbed his thumbs over my fingers comfortingly. He just sat there staring straight at me with concern in his eyes that get me swayed every time I look into them.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Yes..." I answered nodding, but soon started shaking my head in protest when I realized I was lying.

Maybe it was my exhaustion or maybe my frustration, but I just had to tell him the truth as to relief the heaviness on my chest.

"Actually, I'm not...alright. I was cuffed, dragged to the station, I've been yelled at constantly since I got here which was a really long time ago. Still...all I could think about was you." I confessed shamelessly.

He wasn't angry or surprised by my outburst, he just held my hands, still stroking them gently with his thumb as he stared at me with apologetic eyes.

Ok, this is too much. Why isn't he saying anything? I was becoming more frustrated and was about to ask him what kept him so long, but I held myself.

Relax Livy, take everything under consideration first and don't over react.

I recalled what Felicity has told me about Markian being a devoted partner and spouse. For her to have known him like that, they must have been very close and whether or not they dated in the past, she was still an important person in his life.

He must be just as sad as Felicity's family are for their loss and needs comforting too. But here I was being so insensitive.

I took his hands in mine and stroke them gently just as he had done mine. I looked at his now surprise face to my sudden action as I gave a long sigh, letting go of all my frustration with it.

"I'm so sorry- about everything. You must be hurting about Felicity's death because she was an important person in your life. I didn't mean to be insensitive to your pain and I'm very sorry for your loss." I sympathized holding back the tears that were about to scour my face at the thought of Markian being in pain.

"I need to get you out of here, but you have to tell me everything that happened, starting from the night of the party." he ordered calmly.

I was embarrassed now thinking aback to my actions that night at the party, and telling Markian all I had felt that night would probably be suicide.

But he want to know, not the officer or Daniel, so I have to let him know everything. After all he came here for me.

Markian

Arriving at the station again, all I wanted to do was just to get her out of immediately. It smelt terrible and the fact that she could spend the night here aggravated all my senses.

I felt like a failure, that even though I never wanted to put her in the position to make any statement proving her innocence whatsoever, she still have to.

I mean what's the purpose of her being Markian Winfrey's wife if she can't even get the respect that comes with the title.

I was already very upset seeing the state she was in, so I order everyone to get out of the room. No way I'm getting a confession out of her with all of them present.

It's humiliating enough to have my wife in an interrogating room, but getting her interrogated in their presence would just be even more insult to my pride.

When she told me she wasn't ok, I wanted to tell her how sorry i was for being so late. But instead of comforting her, she started comforting me.

Why can't I win with her? Whenever I try to be cool and good to her, she just finds a way to redirect my efforts and ends up looking cool and cute instead- making me want to let her into my world.

"I need to get you out of here, but you have to tell me everything that happened, starting from the night of the party..." I requested.

I noticed how pale her face turned as she nervously looked down on her laps- releasing my hands she held. She's suffering and I hated it. I hated the idea of questioning her in the first place.

I took her hands back in mine gently and held them supportingly,

"...Livy, it's ok. I'm here now, and I won't leave your side I promise."

She raised up her eyes and looked at me, and with a sigh she finally started.

"At the party, when I saw how much Felicity was flirting with you and you weren't stopping her, I- got- jealous. And since I couldn't say anything I was frustrated, so much so I grabbed a bottle of wine and ran out. I found myself at the back of the mansion and just...sat there lost with a deep desire to keep drinking. I chunked the whole bottle down in minutes and immediately felt the effect as I became drunk..."

At the word 'drunk', she looked away from me embarrassed at her confession.

She told me exactly how she felt and the reason why she told me she wanted a divorce that night. She said she had thought Felicity and I had sex, so in order not to be a tagger she wanted to set me free.

She told me about her meeting with Felicity earlier today, and how they both had forgiven each other and held no resentment left towards each other.

She told me she headed straight to the hotel and waited for me to return so she could apologize for everything.

"You made a call when you were drunk. Who did you call telling 'just like last time, make it clean'? They also texted you a reply, 'the job is done'?" I asked, clearly to close that gap.

See, a Frankie had picked one of my calls on my way here, thankfully. So, she explained everything to me.

"Today was suppose to be your birthday. I wanted to give you a surprise celebration- something romantic, so I called Frankie's Place. They helped me throw a surprise party once for my mom, but she didn't come home from work that and her assistant called me to tell me that my mom was in a terrible mood. I didn't want to aggreviate her further, so I called Frankie's place to help me put out every single decoration before my mom returned home. I didn't think they would make it on time but they did, and by the time mom and I arrived home, everything was back to normal..." she explained explicitly.

"...I'm so sorry Markian. I was so jealous and angry and drunk that I called them to cancel, even though they'd already arrived here in Dominican Republic..." She explained apologetically.

I looked at her in amusement, as she sincerely explained what the suspicious call was for.

Frankie had told me that they had already arrived here in Dominican Republic and had already started preparations. She told me she got a new assistant recently who forgets to check the voicemails. So, by the time Livy's voicemail had gotten to her, it was kinda late as everything was already setup.

They got Livy's message this morning, so they hurried back to the site to clear up the place.

I can't believe Livy had gone through all the stress as to fly Frankie and her team down here just to setup a romantic birthday surprise for me. I was truly touched.

"...Please Markian, you have to believe me. I had no hand in Felicity's death, I promise. Do...you believe me?" she questioned as a tickle of tear trickledown her cheek.

I squeezed her hands gently to assure her that I trusted her completely.

I saw a sweet smile slowly creep on her lips and she looked so cute I was fighting myself from pushing away the table between us and kissing her so passionately she would know just how much effect she has on me.

Right now, she wasn't worried about the officers believing her, she was only worried about me believing her.

"You've heard her answers! If you don't mind, I'd like to take my wife home immediately!" I yelled audibly so everyone outside the room would know that I was done interrogating her.

Mr. Gracía- who had just arrived at the station few moments before Livy's statement, would finally be cleared on the fact that he had made a grave mistake.

Soon the door swung open and I saw the Chief of Police, Daniel, his lawyer, the officer that interrogated Livy and Mr. Gracía walked in.