Loving Madeline

Madeline's POV

"Do you want me to come with you?" Gina asked, and I shook my head.

"I don't think that would be a good idea, Gina; I wanted to say my final goodbye to Parker and Rebecca with sincerity; we both don't want to put on a show, right?" I asked, and she nodded.

"Of course, I couldn't believe there would come a time I would look beautiful as you. As much as I wanted to look like this, I don't think I can handle it, knowing I was only borrowing your face." Gina responded.

"I am even amazed that we looked alike, Gina. To tell you honestly, I love it," I replied.

"Me too, but after I spoke with our friend, Calixto Morgan, I felt so nervous," Gina said, and I still see her anxiousness.

"I don't think Calixto was convinced I was you when he spoke with me. I am sure your husband's assistant knew right away that I was fake because he tried to act normal, but I could tell that he tensed up when he looked at me when I spoke with him." Gina added.

"Don't worry, that is what I wanted all along; I wished my husband to stay away from me; for sure, Cal would warn Hunter you weren't me, and I could tell they would think it was Clark's scheme," I said with a satisfied smile on my face.

"I don't know if our plan will work out, but I want you to be careful at all times, Madeline. You don't know what would be Clark's plan after he found out you attended the funeral." Gina stated.

"I am sure he is now ready to attack you; for certain, your father-in-law contacted his men to shoot you, just be careful." She added, and I took her hand.

"Of course, I will be extra careful. Besides, Dean and grandpa's men are all over the cemetery, so you have to relax a little; take a deep breath, Gina," I suggested, and she let out a soft sigh.

"I thought I could be brave like you; I am sorry, Madeline," she said.

"Hey, please, don't say that; you have done your part perfectly, Gina. You don't need to go out here again unless it was necessary for you to help me out, but you knew I would never put your life in danger, so you better stay here with Dean as he monitored everything." I declared.

"Gina, don't worry about Madeline; I am sure her husband could protect her before I can, but knowing Maddie would be willing to sacrifice herself for her husband, Hector asked me to double my effort. I need to protect Maddie and Hunter at the same time." He responded.

I felt relieved since I was worried about my husband's safety knowing his father was capable of hurting him too; he even sacrificed his son's life to achieve what he wanted, but his plan failed, and now, he was suffering the aftereffect of his goal of taking Rebecca's life.

"You better go now, Maddie; I could tell people are starting to say their final goodbye," Dean said as he looked at the throng of people lining up to see Rebecca and Parker for the last time.

"I guess it is time for me to go, Gina, don't get out of this car unless I ask you; you need to stay here for your own safety," I said.

"What if Clark's men will take you? Do you think I can stay here and watch you taken by them? I may be a little afraid, but when it comes to you, you know I can be brave." She replied, and I laughed.

"My dear, Gina, don't ever put your life in danger; his men are armed. Do you think you can help me? You don't even know how to hold a gun, so you better stay here with Dean and let his men protect me." I said as I looked at my best friend.

"You must remember and understand that you are one of the people I am willing to offer my life so you can be safe; Clark knew that, so if he sees you, he can automatically ask his men to take you with them, for he knew I will come after you," I added, and she took my hand.

"Just promise me you will come back in one piece," she replied, and I nodded my head.

"Of course, I will," I said, and before I will chicken out, I put on the shawl over my head, and I opened the vehicle door, and closed it with a bang without taking a second glance.

I could feel my limbs tremble as I walked away from them. I could see the people giving their last goodbye to Parker and Rebecca, and I could tell they were their friends.

Even from a distance, I could see my husband and his family settled in the chairs on the front row as they waited for their turn. I walked faster so I could line up before the Divensons could stand up from their seats.

I adjusted the shawl on my head, it was drizzling, and I hated that the weather suddenly turned bad. I don't want Clark to see me yet; I need to say my goodbye first before I will show myself to all of them.

I made a beeline to Rebecca's coffin, and someone gave me a long stem white rose. I couldn't stop

myself from inhaling the fresh flower; even if I wasn't close to her, I could feel the pain of losing my husband's ex.

Rebecca was the number one victim of Clark's cruelty; I can relate to her and everything she suffered under Clark's game. He didn't stop until she was dead.

He tried to kill me so many times, but I got lucky I found out I was Hector's only heir, and I married his son.

I could feel my knees go weak as I came near to her casket. She looked peaceful, maybe because she was with Parker. They died together, and I could tell they would continue to love each other even until death.

"Hey, Rebecca," I said to myself as I touched the glass with my fingers, and I could feel my tears fall

on my cheeks.

"I am sorry, I should have asked my grandpa to put him in jail, but I thought he would learn from his mistakes and change. Clark almost killed my grandpa, but I was the one who begged my grandfather to let it go, and I didn't expect this would happen." I added, and I knew even if I was talking to her through my mind, she could hear me.

"Don't worry, Rebecca, I will give your death justice, and I promised you that; all I ask from you is your guidance; I hope you will stay with me and help me to become stronger," I said, and I could hear someone at my back clearing her throat, and it was my cue to say goodbye to her.

"Goodbye, Rebecca. May you rest in peace; thank you for the memories and for loving Hunter all through the years; I could tell you have a good heart; you were just a victim of the heartlessness of Clark. Farewell, my friend, until we meet again," I whispered, and I bowed my head as I hastily made my way to Parker's casket.

The line was getting shorter, and I could feel the hammering of my heart against my chest; I planned to show my face to everyone after I said my farewell to Hunter's brother, and I couldn't wait to see Parker for the last time.

I tried my best to control my emotions as I neared his coffin. I needed to focus on my mission at hand, and so far, I felt glad no one had noticed my presence since I covered my face with my fan while I overlapped the black lace shawl on my head that almost covered half of my face.

I was lost for words as I looked at Parker's face, and I knew the make-up artist had done a great job of making his face like he was only sleeping.

"Hi, Parker, I don't have enough time, but I promise, before I will fly home, I will visit you and Rebecca one more time; granting my plan will work out, don't worry, I will help you to get the justice that you deserve," I said in a whisper.

"I am sorry if I hated you when I first came to your mansion; I thought you were that bad. I felt terrible that after I knew the truth, I didn't have the chance to spend more time with you." I added while I tried to control my tears from falling.

"Thank you for being honest; at least I was able to forgive you, Parker. Goodbye, and please watch over us, and may you be happy with Rebecca. Please be our angel, Parker." I said as I touched the glass with my fingers.

The rain fell, and I don't need to turn around to know that everyone tried to squeeze inside the tent. I could feel the cold wind brushing my face as I continued to watch Parker's face.

I cringed when I felt someone standing beside me, and I didn't need to look at him to know who he was; his scent was so familiar that even in my sleep, I knew it was him. My heart was beating so fast as my husband moved closer to me.

"Who are you? Why are you wearing my wife's face?" He asked in a low yet angry tone, and I hated that I had lost control. I made a big mistake by looking up at him; my husband's eyes widened in shock, and his face paled as he looked at me. It was too late for me to run away from him because I could tell right away he knew it was me.