The Secret Life of Mrs. de Silva

Chapter 4- Violin

"If a violin string could ache, I would be that string."

—Vladimir Nobocov

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Danielle's POV

I take out my violin from its case and started playing his favorite piece. It's been a while. I know he's lonely. I am too. We weren't peas in a pod more of North Pole and South Pole, the exact opposite but ironically we jived. He understood my eccentricities, not only understood but appreciated them. And I understood him better than anyone. He felt it when something was off with me,  when I'm happy, when I'm sad, when I'm safe and even when I'm in danger. It seemed like he has this hidden radar installed in me.  Back then, I thought that was a blessing. Who would have thought it will become a curse—a curse that will take him away from me— forever.

Name: Wade Sean Demitrio
Born: February 29, 1980
Died: November 10, 1995

That's what written on his tomb. I wished they included the cause of his death. Danielle Sy, the friend he so cherished.

"Guess what? I'm married now to the man of my dreams. He's so handsome more handsome than you. I love him so much. I don't want to lose him so I decided to propose and he said yes. He said he loves me more than life itself. We had a simple wedding. It was magical. He cried saying his vows. We had our honeymoon in Greece. It was fantastic."

"Oh, by the way, that's a joke. Well except for the  married part. So don't be jealous, ok?"

"If you ask me if he's kind, well I'd say he has awesome body with six packs and all that.

"If you ask me if he's sweet, well he's very tall, like almost six feet and pretty good looking too."

"If you ask me if he loves me, well I think he does, he loves to strangle me most of the the time, but he never dared to."

"If you ask me if I'm happy, well I'm not lonely. I'm not perfectly happy but at least I can smile now and also laugh. Huge improvement right?"

"Don't worry too much about me. I can be happy in my own silly way. Not perfectly but someday I will be. I need to for the two of us."

"I love you Wade, you know that right?" I whispered in the air. "I'll be back soon. Can you hug me before I leave?" I closed my eyes and raised my arms for an embrace as the strong wind blows. "I miss you." When I opened my eyes, hundreds of beautiful fire tree flowers were falling on me. "Thank you for the flowers, as always."

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Jude's POV

"What do you mean it can't be done?" I don't know if I heard him correctly the first time.

"It's complicated sir." He sounded apologetic on the other line.

That's one of my private investigators, the one whom my wife said is doing a very very good job uncovering her affairs. But now, I don't think he does with the way our conversation is heading.

What's complicated with that? He just need to do the money talk, blackmail, pay handsomely or whatever it is that needs to be done for the latest lover to disappear. He'd done that before, many times in fact.

"We tried our best sir but nothing worked."

"Do I have to deal with him myself?" My voice sounded calm but my inside isn't. It's screaming murder! When it comes to my wife, I'm a bit territorial. I have this jealousy streak, which is unreasonable because our marriage is on paper only. It's just a business deal. It must have been my pride working. It has to be.