Diya I was living a fairy tale life and I would never ask for a better husband than my Ace. He is thoughtful, warm and the kindest man I have ever met. He is the love of my life and the only man I have ever set my eyes on.  We met over two years ago when I left the church with the blessings of the nuns. I might have been twenty-two then, but I will never forget the excitement I had when I left the church with my one suitcase in hand. I knew I would miss everyone dearly, but I knew there was more for me out there, which led me to my good husband. I remember the day we met like it was yesterday because he had helped me clean up a flower pot I had dropped outside the flower shop where I worked. Mrs. Dani had always warned me about my flared floral dress. ‘Diya Wanda, Port Elizabeth is a

Diya I have been living a lie all my life, and he deceived me. He was a devil, pretending to be good all this time. He must have enjoyed toying with me and laughed behind my back. It was all a façade. I never suspected what he was doing when he said he was going to work. He was a monster who pretended to pray and be good. He even slept soundly next to me while he killed people with no remorse. I had married the devil and now I was carrying his child. I felt sick, and I wanted to die. My heart felt stiff from everything that I had witnessed. I was on the train toilet where I had stayed for the past half an hour because every time I thought of my husband; I felt sick. His smile had turned from the sweetest to sinister in my head. His once hearty laugh had become vile in my head. I looked down at the huge rock on my finger as I shed silent tears in the small space I had curbed myself

Ace Two years ago, Today was meant to be the worst day of my life. I was to be wed to a woman I didn't know. It was unfortunate that she was in an accident, but I was relieved. I sympathize minimally, but I think the little hope I had made all of this possible.  I didn't want to go back to my place until they get rid of everything wedding related. My ranch was supposed to be the way it was. I didn't want any reminder. They thought I asked because of what happened, but that was further from the truth. I hated all the demands she wanted for the wedding. A hideous duck ice fountain. The decorations. The enormous cake eight men carried this morning. I wanted all of it gone. I was happy whatever enemies they had done the work, I couldn't. They had gotten rid of my problem. I just wish they had finished the job. She was alive, and I had to pretend I cared when I didn't. The hospital visit was a waste of my time

Diya Two years ago, He was back again. Mrs Dani was not around. This was the fifth time he was in the store getting flowers and this time I couldn't hide. I was still embarrassed. Every time he came here was a reminder that I almost lost a dress because of the wind. "Hello," he said, glaring at me. "Welcome," I shifted, organizing the flowers in front of me, "Do you want your usual flowers?" "No." "Ok um- Uh," I swallowed, looking up, "What flowers do you need today?" I tried to smile. "I want these," he said, looking at the flowers on the side. "Well, those are for a funeral. They are reserved."

Ace “Where the hell is she?” I groaned as I paced, clenching and unclenching my fist. “Calm down, Ace shouting won’t help,” Filip responded. “Don’t,” I took a threatening step to Filip with my hands fisted, “JUST DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN,” I gritted my teeth. “Okay.” he took a step back with his hand up in surrender. “She collapsed on the street in the morning and we still can’t track which hospital she was taken to.” I rubbed my temple with my hand, “You have to find her,” I barked out the order, looking at Filip. “We are doing everything we can, and Milo has assigned some guys to search too.” I’m not a very patient man. I'm done waiting. My wife,