Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

The wedding was originally scheduled for late March, when the grass is long and spring is in full bloom.

Nico’s intention to marry Micaela has not changed, and he has decided on all the big and small matters and details of the wedding.

The only thing missing is a wedding dress.

The wedding dress, at first, he burned in a fire.

Today the remains of that wedding dress are still in the small attic where Micaela lived.

Nico decided to take another flight to France.

And before saying goodbye, Pastora comes to the door again to see Micaela.

Nico didn’t get in the way and let Pastora go to see Micaela because he wanted to put Micaela in a good mood.

The warm spring sunshine spreads across the small attic, illuminating it with light.

Micaela is already calm and picks up a fruit knife to peel Pastora’s apple.

Pastora took the fruit knife from her hand, took it between her hands and asked, “Micaela, are you still going to have a wedding with Nico?”

Micaela shook her head and said, “He and I will, sooner or later, get divorced. I can’t hate him enough right now, so how can I…”

Micaela smiled mockingly.

Pastora looked defensively toward the attic door; no one was looking, Pastora approached and asked in a low voice, “Micaela, do you want to leave?”

A dark gleam in Micaela’s eyes, “Think.”

“Dario and I have devised a way to steal the day and help you leave Nico for good. ”

…

The night before Nico’s flight to France, he returns to the small loft.

The night is low and the small loft is lit by warm lamps.

Micaela was sitting by the couch reading a book when Nico arrived.

She was trapped in this small building and Nico, fearing that she would be bored out of her mind, had the maid bring lots of things to pass the time, such as miscellaneous books.

When Micaela went to college, she spent a lot of time filming and staying on set, reading scripts, but she had no time or energy to read a book.

When Nico opened the door and walked in, he saw this poignant scene –

His wife, with a book in her hand, is sitting in a corner of the sofa where the warm light falls, watching silently, with the tranquility of years in the corner of her eyes.

For a moment, Nico felt that the past didn’t matter, that it was worth all the walking around just for this scene right now.

No matter how miserable he had been before, when he came back, they would have a wedding, and he could look at her like this now, sitting in the corner of the couch quietly reading a book, for the rest of his life.

At this thought, Nico’s gaze softened a little, and his eyes filled with unconscious affection and fondness.

Staring silently without speaking, for who knows how long, Micaela turned her head to look at him.

Only then did Nico come over and close the little door to the garret, saying as if nothing had happened, “I’m going on a business trip to France tomorrow morning, and I’ll be back the next night, so I’ve come to tell you. And wait for my return.”

Micaela kept silent and said nothing, but she didn’t point it out either, probably because she had been cooped up for so long, tired, fatigued and compromised.

Nico was always greedy and wanted a little more response from her, even if it was just a little.

He hugged her tightly, pulled her into his arms, gave her a commanding kiss on the forehead and sighed, “Micaela, it’s so hard to just say ‘yes’ to me, huh?”.

Micaela looked up, with a clear, cold gaze at him, and opened her mouth to say one word, “Good.”

She waited for him to come back.

Nico looked at her with a bit of awe, a flash of emotion in his deep eyes, the days of mutual respect like ice, finally a bit of ice release, even if she said “yes” with relief, Nico was satisfied.

There would be long days and long years ahead, and their relationship would, little by little, soften, right?

Maybe it was because he had been sad for so long that a small stone thrown into a large, calm lake caused only a small ripple, and that was enough to make Nico jump.

When people are sad for a long time, a small, insignificant happiness will be magnified infinitely.

Nico grabbed Micaela’s neck and leaned in to kiss her. Although Micaela didn’t refuse, Nico didn’t dare to kiss too much, his lips were about to leave hers when he was already forced to take a step closer by Micaela.

Micaela kissed him.

Nico stiffened, more from shock than surprise.

The feeling of joy was enough to finish her off, and Nico couldn’t think of anything else.

Nico thought this was the beginning of the end of the ice.

But he does not know that he is now, a bird of prey returning to the north, and Micaela, a good fish going south, at the bottom of the deep sea, without asking for a return date.

Since then, the birds of prey and the fish have been separated.

…

Early morning sunlight scattered in the small garret, illuminating it warmly.

When Nico awoke, Micaela was still peacefully asleep in his arms.

The diamond ring on her ring finger, reflecting the slight sun, looked as good as it could on her finger.

Nico took her hand and dropped a kiss on each of the diamond ring and finger.

Before saying goodbye, he kissed her forehead again.

When he returned, there would be nothing between them but each other, no Darius, no Kemena, none of all that mess.

Whatever she wanted to do, he would fulfill.

“Micaela, wait until he comes back.”

Micaela closed her eyes and didn’t open them, just sank back under the sheets and pretended to sleep.

But under the sheets, the eyes finally moistened.

–Nico, goodbye and never again.

…

The night Nico was to return.

Micaela lit the burnt and expensive wedding dress in the small attic, using a lighter that Pastora had prepared for her beforehand.

The wedding dress burned, along with the cloth curtains, and the fire grew as if it would engulf the entire small attic.

Darius sends someone to avoid the servants and the villa’s surveillance, forces the lock on the small attic door and ushers in a woman of Micaela’s height and build.

With no fire protection system in the small attic and mainly wooden building materials, the fire spread quickly and engulfed the building.

“Micaela, get out of here! If we don’t get out we won’t get out!”

Micaela looked back at the woman in the fire and said to Dario, “Wait a moment.”

Micaela reaches back, takes the diamond ring off her ring finger and places it on the corpse’s ring finger.

Dario quickly pulled Micaela out of the attic, which was burning to the ground.

Micaela returned to look at the fire, which was half red.

Micaela, who was Nico’s legitimate wife, died tonight, completely dead, in this accidental fire.

–Nico, we will not see each other again.

Inside the great villa, the servants had long since fallen asleep in the dead of night, and only after the fire had spilled over and burned red-hot were the servants awakened by the commotion.

A cry for help penetrated the ear, “Oh, no! The attic is on fire! Come and put out the fire! Put out the fire!”

That night, Nico, who had returned from a dusty trip, rushed into the backyard of the villa, drenched in sweat.

The attic, already half engulfed in flames, remained untouched.

Firefighters were putting out the blaze and maids were dousing the fire with water guns.

But the fire was too big to put out.

Nico grabbed his head and shouted, “Micaela!”.

He rushed straight into the fire.

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But Nico’s figure was already in the midst of the flames and the firemen were immediately sent after him to rescue him.

Nico desperately searched for Micaela in the sea of fire, kept calling and searching.

The fire, brushing against his skin.

But he no longer knew what pain was.

Some time later, Nico emerged from the fire, which had been reduced to ashes, carrying a charred female body in his arms.

Her face, with its streaks of blood and black traces of ash, and her gaze, silent as death.

Nico climbed out of the fire, clutching the body, and dropped to his knees on the grass.

The fire, illuminated by the tears in his eyes.

He gasped heavily, his chest heaving violently, his dead, unsure gaze slowly staring at the left ring finger of the woman’s hand.

The diamond ring, still secure on her hand.

Nico could not believe his eyes.

Even more reluctant to believe.

Nico choked back a sob with scarlet eyes, “Didn’t you promise to wait for me to come back? Didn’t you say yes? Micaela, tell me, why are you punishing me like this? ”

How to punish him, to hate him, it was all right, but why, of all things, this way of breaking?

Was he telling her that death and life would never meet again?

He asked frantically, as if he had gone mad: “Micaela! Do you hear me? That good word you said to me before I left, tell me now what it is! You tell me!”

But the body in his arms, breathless and disfigured, Nico was mad with torture and pain, born of an exterminating hatred.

“Ah-!”

He fell to his knees and screamed hysterically, using all his strength.

But Micaela, no longer listening to his remorse, his hatred.

She was biased, being so ruthless.

Micaela is a hundred times more ruthless than him when it comes to killing people.

…

Nico doesn’t believe it, he doesn’t believe it’s Micaela.

He ordered the forensic pathologist to perform a lab test, who told him that the DNA, which matched Micaela’s in life, was identical and the same.

The forensic pathologist showed him the report.

Nico sat ashen-faced, and the next moment, taking the report, tore it up with his bare hands.

Nico’s eyes were red and his teeth clenched as he said, “Did you conspire with Micaela to trick me? Did you hide Micaela? Give me Micaela or I’ll raze this place to the ground.”

The coroner and the cop broke out in a cold sweat, but this was Nico, a powerful and respected figure in The Holy City, and Nico had always been a man who was hard to mess with in The Holy City, The Amengual family, a retired top brass.

Nico punched the coroner in the face, who continued to rant the phrase: Give me back Micaela.

Finally, another coroner injected a sedative into the out-of-control Nico, who passed out.

Waking up again, Nico is at Villa Moon Lake Road.

Savanna is here.

Savanna approached Nico and spoke to him carefully, “Brother, I know you were sad about what happened to Miss Micaela and I was sad and cried all night, but it’s a fact that Miss Micaela is gone and we . . let’s just accept it, okay?”

Nico ignored him and suddenly asked Savanna in a rambunctious manner, “What are you doing here, don’t you have school today?”

Savanna froze and said in disbelief, “Bro, have you forgotten? Me, I’ve already graduated from college.”

Nico said in a cold voice as if he had lost his soul, “Go work when you graduate, what are you doing here, I’m not paying you to live off your money so you can be an old man. Get out.”

“…”

Savanna looked at Nico’s back and tears fell from her eyes, “Bro, you’re sick, yo, I, I brought the doctor, let’s go take a look.”