Wisdom’s POV
“Ah, I love the beach…” I stretched out my arms, my tits wiggled in that motion.
“Is it the only thing you love here?” My husband’s voice made me glance at him.
“Yes…” I grinned mischievously. “Because you are not a thing.” Denver’s laugh is as bright as the sun, blinding my love for him like white light.
“By the way, I’m talking to Francine on the other line. She went for a drink first.”
“Oh?” Denver’s brows hoisted.” I’m glad she’s a good girl now.”
“Yeah, people do change.” I sighed. “But she’s still a bad girl on camera.”
My husband whipped his head to me. “She’s a porn actress?”
I almost choke on my coconut juice. “No! Hel—“
“Really?”
I held my laugh while looking at my man. “God, no. She’s an actress now. And she gained popularity due to her villain role in a box-office film.”
I only heard a “hmm” from him when our twins, both wet and sandy, ran towards us.
“Mommy, mommy look. I found a seashell!” Xasha, my seven-year-old daughter, bragged in front of her twin while sticking out her tongue.
“Hey, I’m the one who found that first!” Xian exclaimed.
“Hush now, children. Mommy’s talking to someone.” Denver gave me a nod to just keep talking to Francine while he brought the twins by the kiddie pool to play with the children.
Under the canopy of this red-blue-and-white umbrella, I crossed my legs and talked with Francine Cabello, known professionally as Georgia Kent. The coconut juice is just chilling on my side as well as nachos and a guacamole dip.
“How many years has it been? Three? four?”
“Seven,” I muttered, then grabbed a nacho.
“What are you eating?” she asked as soon as she heard the crunching sound. I can also hear the splashing of waves on the other line.
“Nachos.” I popped another one in my mouth. “Are you at the beach too?”
“Yeah. I’m on a beach in Cannes, you know filming stuff.” I heard the sound of a can of soda opening. Its fizzing sound made me crave for it suddenly.
“For a film or TV show?”
“It’s for an advertisement. A new product of a soda company, a kiwi-flavored sparkling water.”
“Sounds fun!” I chirped.
“Yeah. In fact, I just got laid last night by my partner in this advertisement, Rhys Meyer.”
“The famous soccer-player-turned-actor?” Oh God, I can’t believe it. My former bestfriend who became my enemy then now my bestfriend again has been banged by Rhys Meyer, my ultimate celebrity crush!
“How did he do then? Is he good?”
“The best, especially his husband. We had a rough and WILD night, Wisdom,” Francine chuckled and I heard a man’s voice asking Francine in a French accent. Rhys Meyer, probably.
“Wha—Husband?” Wow. Just wow.
“Yep! Unbelievable, isn’t he? We had a nice threesome. I love my sex life.”
“Indeed you have a very active sexual life. Do you have a boyfriend?”
“No. But a serious and hot-looking billionaire courted me. He’s a relative of Bill Gates.”
“Damn! You got to be slaying and seducing men as casually as walking, Francine!”
“Yeah, but I want a man like your Denver. A loyal dog who likes doggy style.”
“Stop it! His favorite position is the classic missionary one. I’m the one who loves the canine mating position.”
“Whatever.” We both chortled, our laugh reverberating. Denver threw me a glance and he smiled at me. I just winked at him.
It has been a long time since Francine and I have talked like this. You know, catching up while talking about love life and sex life. We are talking to each other, both of us on the opposite side of the world, chilling on the beach while talking about sex life and lovemaking positions. Yeah, I miss this part of us. The friendship that has been torn apart because of one man and been mended because of another man.
I was about to tell her how I miss doing this with her, that I miss her when—
“Have you heard about Richard?”
“No,” I replied softly. I was shocked by our sudden shift of topic.
Silence lasted for half a minute when I heard Francine’s words again. “You didn’t know what happened to him?”
Richard. The first man I fell for. The first man I married. “No. Not for the past seven years…”
“Oh, you poor thing!” Her voice is so sad and…something that sounds like grieving.
I brace myself for whatever information she’ll say to me about him.
“What about Richard?” I inhaled on the top of my lungs.
“He died in an accident, Wisdom. Just a year ago.”
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Denver’s POV
The sunshine suddenly turned to a gloomy ray of day.
One minute she’s just laughing to her heart’s content. In a blink of an eye, tears are already silently cascading from her face.
“What’s wrong?” I queried my wife.
She looked past me, to where our twins are swimming in the kiddie pool, then back to my face.
“Francine told me that…”
“That what?” I held my breath.
“About Richard—” Then Wisdom combusted into a cry. I blocked the kids’ view in front of my wife to prevent them seeing their mom weeping.
“What happened to him?” I asked softly, gently.
“He died because of being hit by a truck after saving a stroll with a baby inside.”
I know how much anger she has for him, how much fury I have for him for cheating on Wisdom before she became my wife. But people do change—maybe because of someone or something.
Francine and Richard did change. And it’s a pity we didn’t see their journey along that path, to that new path to where Francine is now. And to the bridge of life and death where Richard is currently walking.
“I’m sorry.” These were sincere words to comfort my wife’s grieving to her former man. Whom she loved and cared for deeply. The first man to make her feel how beautiful it is to fall in love. How lovely it is to become a loving wife to the man you deeply feel for.
We all make mistakes. But not all of us choose to learn from our mistakes. But Francine and Richard…I give my smile to them, my applause to them, my support to them.
“He must have saved the child in exchange for not being able to save his, for not being able to see our baby turn one year old.”
I only bowed my head, letting Wisdom just cry and unleash all she felt.
“And it was his life that has been a payment and punishment. For saving someone else’s baby and for neglecting his own child.”
“Darling, I—“
“And he was my husband…” She sighed in sadness. I sighed in worry.
“I knew you loved him. He came before I came into your life. He was a part of your life. And somehow, he had been a part of mine. My wife’s life is my life. We, as husband and wife, share our life together.”
“Oh, Denver!” She hugged me, catching the attention of the kids. I gestured to them to just keep playing with their toys as I tend to their mother.
Wisdom softly brushed her lips to mine, and that made me arched.
“Perhaps we should fly to Amsterdam so that you can give your proper goodbye to him,” I suggested, eyes refraining to shed a tear even though I know I cannot.
“I shall pack,” she gazed at me in a way that made my tears escape from my loving eyes. “And prepare the kids for our flight.”
My wife then smiled at me, a sad but agreeing one.