Flash Marriage: Shrewd Wife, Devious Husband -
Chapter 181: Missing
Chapter 181: Missing
Thanksgiving Day
Marcella peeked from the kitchen hearing Tony at the wine cellar. He was picking the drinks from the cellar. She looked at the patio and there was a big gang there.
Marcella had the urge to celebrate Thanksgiving with everyone. She asked Randy and Henry and they agreed. Mary had already told her that she wanted to spend Thanksgiving in her home because her children were all coming home. She felt guilty for leaving Marcella with all the workload but Marcella was not fazed.
She had no experience cooking for many but she knew she wouldn’t be left alone. Just like she predicted, the kitchen was filled with a lot of helping hands. She didn’t have to do anything in her kitchen. Randy’s wife was well experienced in cooking Thanksgiving dinner and along with Henry’s wife, Marcella had nothing to do. She was simply chatting with Rosy, sipping on wine.
Marcella followed Tony with her eyes. Tony poured drinks for everyone. She saw the relationship between Randy and Tony had become a lot better. They had a rough patch after Randy revealed the truth about her sister’s death to her. Gradually, they had mended their relationship.
Marcella was glad. Randy’s family had been a great help for her in many ways and they should show their gratefulness.
Marcella looked around and her lips curved to a smile. Hearing the noises around brought her back to the days her father was alive. He loved bringing people together and their house always had a lively atmosphere.
Thinking of the past, Marcella sighed. Her sister should have been here!
She gulped down the wine.
If only Tony took a different route, maybe, just maybe her sister would be alive.
She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. She tried to suppress the thought every time it aroused but like a persistent toddler that thought never gave up. Whenever that thought overpowered her, she found herself helpless.
Lately, not everything was fine. Tony was not impressed with her after she insisted on keeping the days they get "together" apart. He called it "rationing" and showed his displeasure. She didn’t understand him. She was doing it all for their sake. They need to have a baby this coming year. Otherwise, it won’t be good. He might not be happy with it but he had to accept it. She was doing it for their good. He must understand that.
She saw Tony laughing out loud with the men. She rarely sees him this careless. In his casual clothes, he was merry and relaxed.
She loved Tony. She didn’t want to resent him.
"I’ll check on Joey," Marcella excused herself and got upstairs.
She didn’t want to get drunk. She needed to keep herself from wine. She still had to eat dinner. When she took a peek, Joey was up and was trying to climb down from the crib.
"What a naughty boy!" Marcella got him and hugged him.
He smelled bad. Marcella was about to change the diaper when Rosy knocked on the door. Marcella nodded and Rosy came into the nursery. Rosy offered to change the diaper; she insisted. Marcella let her.
"You don’t look good," Rosy said.
"I’m a little tipsy," Marcella leaned on the wall. She felt a little short of breath. She didn’t think she drank that much. But who knows? Lately, she’s been drinking a lot.
She should cut down on that. It wouldn’t be a good idea to drink that much when she was trying to get pregnant.
Mary asked Marcella to rest for a while and that everything would be taken care of. Marcella was guilty but she was not in a situation to not take up on that offer.
She lay on the bed and Rosy went downstairs with Joey. She didn’t know that the women there were getting happy among themselves that she was pregnant. Had they asked her, she would have told them that she was just tipsy and there was no way she was pregnant.
Marcella had weird dreams. One moment she was laying on her mother’s lap and the next she was on a call with her sister. There was a freaky car chase and sharks chased her on the road. Mrs. Murphy’s disgusted face haunted her and Paul Romano scowled at her.
After going through the past nightmares, she was finally at peace. She was standing amid a large olive garden. There were rows and rows of olive trees. The breeze carried the scent of olive and the sun on her skin made her feel alive as her skirt danced to the tune of the wind.
Ah... Dad’s hometown!
After that dream, she had a pleasant, undisturbed sleep. When she woke up, she was rejuvenated. She thought she might have slept for long, but she had only slept for an hour and a half. She was fresh.
She washed her face and changed her clothes before getting down. She looked for Tony and he was not with the others. She went to the dining room and they were setting the table.
"Where’s Tony?" she asked.
"He went out to get beer. The beer in the fridge was~"
"Beer?" Marcella raised her brows. "Did he check in the garage? There’s a freezer full of beers in there."
"There is?" Randy’s wife was shocked.
"When did he go?" Marcella asked. She didn’t think it was right. Tony knew that there was beer in the garage. Why would be go out to buy more?
"Randy!" Marcella walked out.
Randy’s eyes were red and he could barely function. She saw Henry on the other chair, slumped and mumbling something under his breath.
Both were drunk!
"Is something wrong, Bambina?" Randy stood up, at least, he tried to; he couldn’t.
"Find out where he is!" she shook Henry. "Henry! Wake up!"
Henry stood up and shook his head. His wife offered him some water and he gained his senses.
"Tony’s gone," she said.
It was an intuition. She found it odd to see Tony keen on pouring drinks for the others. Rather than checking on her when she went to bed, what was he doing going out?
Her first thought was that he went to Paul Romano’s house. She found that the first thought that comes to the mind often times was right.
At that time, the phone rang and Marcella rushed to answer it. Hearing the voice on the other side, her face paled.
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