Beautifully unseen

As soon as I returned to the airport, I already saw Nancy waving eagerly at me from the other side. Enthusiastic smiles and grins curled up my lips the closer I got to her. My short trip had come to an end, and I might say those had been the happiest three months of my life in a long time.

I wheeled my suitcase faster behind me and rushed, also waving back at a Nancy as I hurried to meet her where she was standing. At first, I hadn't noticed but someone familiar walked quickly past me. I couldn't help but pause and turn; I could swear I recognized that back. No one could tell me otherwise, it had to be Daniel, it was him.

I was right, I confirmed to myself when I actually stopped and turned back. To look at the person. It was Mark. I couldn't have missed it, walking with those fast strides of his as usual. He probably didn't see me or? Or maybe he didn't recognise me again? I’d been gone for just three months, but if that was enough time for him not to know who I was from just a glance, then it meant I’d done a fantastic job erasing the woman he used to know from my life. Sure,I wouldn't look like his ex wife with the way I looked now.

My outfit was different from what I used to wear - that style he was familiar with - I had changed my hair; it wasn't in those ugly buns and up - styles anymore. My hair was down in long luscious waves. My face shone elegantly bright with good skincare and some make up on. A right red body-con dress hugged my curves in all the right places. Altogether, I looked like a better and more beautiful version of the self I left behind as “ Mrs Torres.” I chuckled proudly and pushed my sunglasses down from my hair to my face before swinging my head back to the direction I was heading and pulling my suitcase behind me again. By this time, Nancy was already walking toward me, so I had to let go of the suitcase and wrap my hand happily around her.

“Jeez, girl. I missed so freaking much!” she squeaked as she squeezed me.

“Me too!” I cooed, sighing. We disengaged and I brushed off some strands from my face. “I almost didn't want to return.” I added, “You must be joking,” Nancy jokingly frowned,” so you meant to not return today?” 

“The plain truth,” I shrugged with a giggle.

“Then I probably would have had to come drag you back myself,” Nancy said, smiling. She leaned down to pull my suitcase for me. “Come on, let's go.”

We both walked to Nancy’s car where it parked. It was a different car from the one she’d dropped me off with last time- a black jeep. 

“You got another car?” I asked on our way to it.

“Yeah,” she answered gladly like she’d been waiting for me to ask.”Glorious, isn’t it?” she added. 

“It sure is glorious,” I commented. 

“I should probably get a new one too,” I added.

“F*ck, what do mean probably? You are definitely getting a new one.”

I glanced at her and laughed a little incredulously, “Gosh, you are so dramatic.”

“ We should go tomorrow. It's almost the weekend anyway.”

I merely nodded to her suggestion and waited for her to click the car remote before settling into the car. Then she came in after she had put my suitcase in the back.

We had driven quite some distance from the airport entrance when I finally broke the news to Nancy, though in the most casual way, “I saw you-know-who on my way here.”

“Daniel.”

“Really, when was that?” She didn't sound too surprised — maybe because she was trying to swerve onto the highway.

“We practically brushed past each other while I was busy waving at you”

The tires finally settled perfectly on the road, now practically gliding. I could see the funny expression on her face.

“So he didn't recognize you?” She chuckled. “Man, why am I so happy to hear that?” Her voice rose again until she began laughing so heartily I had no choice but to join in.

“You needed to see how much I swelled when I noticed, too.I must have been looking too good to be true.”

After the long drive of talks and laughs, we finally drove up the winding road to our shared villa. Nancy pulled up to the entrance and turned to me.

“I will just drop you off here, darling,” she said.

“Going somewhere?” I asked her and she nodded.

“Yeah, I just remembered I was invited to this party. Not the most enthusiastic about it, but I just have to attend for a few minutes at least.”

“Oh,” I nodded, unclicking my seatbelt.

“Then I will be back to here you tell me every single detail about your trip!” she piped as I got out of the car.

“You bet!” I smiled, shutting the door behind me and pulling out my suitcase before I watched her turn the car back in the direction we had just come from.

With a sigh,I gazed up at the imposing structure of our home. It was a stunning residence halfway up a mountain overlooking the sea — a playground for the wealthy elite of the city. I felt so good to be back home. I had missed everything so much. Even the fresh, exotic smell in the air was the perfect smile to everything. I climbed the stairs to our house. The cool evening air brushed against my skin as I reached for the doorknob, pushing the front door open with a soft click before stepping inside.

But, before I could fully immerse myself in the familiarity of everything I had returned to, a shot of fear danced sharply through my veins. I felt it before I saw it — that cold, hard object pressed against my waist from behind.

I froze in fear, feeling that harsh thumping of my heartbeat everywhere in my body. I knew instantly what that thing at my side was even though I couldn't see it. It was more like a gut feeling.

“Dont make a sound,” he whispered in a low, threatening voice— the with the gun behind me.

Every fiber of my being screamed at me to run, to scream for help, but I knew that would be a foolish move. His presence engulfed me from behind and his breath was hot against my neck.

Then the scent of fresh blood reached my nostrils, mixing with the fear that had already taken hold. I realised then that the man behind me was injured. That metallic tang of blood was in the air.

I instinctively raised my hands in surrender as a silent plea of mercy. I knew sudden movement could provoke him further, so I stood there with my eyes closed, trying to steady my breathing.

I didn't dare to look at his face. Seeing the face of a criminal often meant being silenced permanently. I had heard enough stories to know that much.

I felt his shadow loom over me. The dark presence sent more shivers down my spine.

“Open up,” he snarled.

I was too scared to even understand what he meant, so I kept my eye closed.

“I said, open your eyes!” he snapped in annoyance. I jolted, now opening my eyes to see his figure outlined in front of me against the dim light filtering through the window.

The first thing I saw was his chest and the trail of blood that marred the fabric of his shirt. Then my eyes traveled upward to look at his face for the first time.

Surprisingly, the man was handsome, with chiseled features and dark, piercing eyes. There was an air of authority about him, a confidence that spoke for someone accustomed to being in control. He looks like someone who could easily pass for a member of the mafia.

He thrust a wad of fabric into my hands, and as I unfurled it, I saw that it was a bandage. I didn't need to be told what he wanted me to do next. I gathered my resolve with trembling hands. He pulled off his jacket, then his shirt. Now I saw the wound on his torso. It was a gunshot wound; the skin around it was raw and inflamed.

It looked like he had already removed the bullet himself, but the bleeding had not stopped.

“S–-sit,” I stammered.

He complied and sat down heavily on a nearby chair.

I took a deep breath. ”Do…do I get the first aid kit?” I asked.

“Just do it,” he grunted in pain as she showed me the bandage.

“I sat by him and began to dress his wound. If only someone had seen how terrible my hands trembled as I worked. He grunted in discomfort and grimaced as I moved, but he did not protest, until I completely as I dared.

The loud chime of the doorbell split through the silence. I glanced at the man’s face. He didn't do much but quickly  moved to hide. I took this as a cue to answer the door, although  I was sure  he was probably still nearby and ready to blast my head off if I did anything stupid.

I opened the door cautiously. Daniel was standing there. He must have recognised me at the airport after all and followed me here.

Daniel grabbed my hand.

“Come home with me!” he urged.

I shook off my hand.

“Did’nt you receive the divorce agreement?” I asked pointedly.