Doctor Craig brought Belle chocolate milkshake when she began to crave something. Sometimes she might crave common foods such as chocolate cake or apples.

Sometimes she might want to eat unusual food combinations or foods that she normally doesn't like. Doctor Craig notices her change.

He hands her the milkshake, she reaches the glass and drinks it. He dragged the chair and seat. "Slow down. You might choke on that".

"It feels weird. Last night I ate a bowl full of clams which I don't like but I ate it with energy and it tasted so sweet. Then I eat lots of seafood and meat".

She stared up at him. "Am I going crazy? Or this vacation makes me go wild".

Doctor Craig, smiling at her, said. "No one is going crazy, Belle, have you text your friends?"

"I text my friends and I text my parents where I go. This is the best but if my husband is here I am the happy person I dare say. I brought him a gift. Have you seen him crying? I never saw him like that. I went for vacation not going to died".

When Belle mentions the word 'died', Doctor Craig's cell phone rings. He slides to green and answers the call with his eyes to Belle who drinks chocolate milkshake like she's been possessed by it.

He almost laughed but something might change their life forever.

"Is this, Doctor Gibson?" asked the person on the phone. "If you are, this is Chief Cliff Benjamin speaking. I can't talk with you through this phone. You better come at Whipstaff highway road where you will be surrounded by the tree through the wood. I'll wait for you here".

The Chief hung up. Doctor Craig looks at Belle. "What is it? Is that my husband". He shook no.

"We should go, Belle, come on! Something is coming up. Come on".

Later. From afar Belle sees crowded people and the smoke coming out of nowhere. The police, the ambulance, fire truck, even the coroner at the scene.

Doctor Craig stops the car when one of the officers stops him. He crane his neck.

"Doctor Craig?"

"I am".

The officer nodded, "I am Chief Cliff Benjamin that we spoke on the phone earlier. Come with me". Doctor Craig asked Belle to stay inside the car while he walked with the Chief. "What kind of relationship between you and the victims?"

"Victims?"

The Chief nodded his head. "Two people. This way. There are two unidentified bodies. One half-decomposed body and another with a stab wound to the chest. Here the victims".

The Chief pointed at the bag and asked the coroner to unzip the bag. It reveals the body known as Victor Gibson and the other one whom the Doctor Craig confirms is known to be Veronica Bilson.

"We found your number on this man's left pocket. Since the victim pretty much knows you, we called you directly".

Doctor Craig nods understanding. So this is what Gibson got his plans to kill Veronica Bilson without getting his fingerprint on her.

Smooth killing for the whore like Veronica Bilson. "He's my brother". said Doctor Craig. "His wife, that girl inside the car is with me". The Chief takes notes.

"The wife's name?"

Doctor Craig sighs, "Andriana Belle Decker". Both men didn't realize that Belle was standing behind them, her eyes caught the body of her husband inside the bag before the coroner zip the bag sealed.

He was shocked to see her. "Belle?"

"Is it him?" Her lips stuttered as she held her tears. "So he's dead". Doctor Craig pulled her into his arms, hugging and calming her. "He promised not to leave me behind".

"I know, Belle I know. He's dead, what can we do?".

The Chief sighs again, he speaks. "Can you two come to the station for the statement". Doctor Craig nods his head. "Good. Will you two just follow me behind".

"We found his body not far from the truck. He was probably driving when the incident took them both. My word said, this woman with him probably stabbed him causing him to lose control of the truck.

"As you can see the truck ram over the tree he could be thrown out because of the impact, while this woman was stuck between her seat before the explosion took place".

Belle doesn't know this woman until this. "Veronica Bilson. That is where my officer found her ID inside her bag". She looked up and was shocked.

"She is my ballet teacher in school. Wha-what my husband doing with her!"

The truck explodes while Veronica is still inside it. So, we know Gibson tried to kill her to protect Belle. He will do anything for his wife he'd loved.

"I don't know. Your name is very familiar to me. You are only sixteen and married to a twenty six year old man. It sounds like you were forced to marry him".

"Because that is happening to me now". said Belle. Doctor Craig turns to her. "I am. My name is Andriana Belle Decker. I was forced to marry the man I never loved. He took me from my family and the rest... you know".

Doctor Craig reaches her hand with a small smile. At the same time, Victor Gibson and Veronica Bilson's dead bodies were sent into the mortuary for the autopsy.

Belle didn't cry over Gibson dead, wasn't she not loved him but something is unreal.

And how the hell did that happen.

"Can I see my husband?" asked Belle. "For confirmation".

The Chief nod yes, "After this. I need my confirmation from both of you. So now what will you do, Mrs?"

"Gibson. Mrs. Gibson".

"Your husband's name is Victor Gibson?" Belle nod yes.

The Chief pulled the drawers out, his hand searching for a wanted criminals files record. He looked into it and there was a photo of Gibson shown.

"He's a murderer, you know that, Mrs. Gibson?"

She nodded, "He killed my best friend, Emma".

"Not that. There were two more victims he killed, which every station will take as a precaution if we caught him out of nowhere and now he's dead. Will be no justice for the death victims he killed".

"I didn't know he killed two more people beside Emma because he didn't say or maybe I didn't hear what he said. You asked me after this what I will do with my life. I don't know if I will return to my parents' home or finish what I start".

Doctor Craig then spoke on her behalf, "I promise her husband that I will look after his wife. Belle is my responsibility now and I will fulfill his last wish. Belle will finish what she starts. I'll be there for her no matter what. Anything else, Chief Benjamin? Can we see him for the last time".

"Alright. Sounds clear to me. Let's go".

Once again, Belle and Doctor Craig take a last look at Gibson's face, where he is lying on top of the autopsy table alone. His skin was cold like ice. There was a wound on his chest where Belle had stabbed him back in the cabin.

Could be this wound the Chief Benjamin had mentioned about.

Victor Gibson confirmed dead at the age of twenty six years old. Her knee suddenly weakened, her eyes blurred.

Doctor Craig held her still before she passed out on the floor. "Are you alright, Belle?" She leaned to him, cried.

"Poor thing. Handsome young man who died, you were lucky to have him as your husband. I overheard actually about all of you three". said the male doctor who was there waiting for the family identification.

"I wouldn't dare to cut him open because he is too innocent".

Doctor Craig nods understanding. "He is. He died to protect his beloved wife don't you know that". Both doctors look at Belle.

"What about the other one?" He points at Veronica Bilson. "I can say it's hard to start the autopsy by looking at her skin".

"Definitely. I'm sorry for your loss. She was completely burned there, no need for autopsy but rules is rules. I dare say it was suicide attempt. Like you say he died to protect his wife that means this burned woman is the reason they fought. She might be threatening him to hurt his wife, and he plans to kill her which he did".

Belle breathed heavily, the doctor spoke back. "Just my theory. I don't know what happened between all of you four".

"I understand. Suicide or not. He knows what to do to protect his wife".

He studied Belle knowing she wanted to be alone with Gibson. "Doctor, can you please show me around? I bet his wife wants to be alone with him for a while".

"Indeed".

The doctors had left the room. Belle steps closer to Gibson. Studying his face for the last time again, her tears suddenly dropped on his pale cheek. She missed hearing his voice again.

Her hand caresses his face. "At last isn't it?" Chuckled. "You really left me for your own guilt. I'd never wanted to call you my husband since we married. When I finally did, you left me unconditionally.

"My sweet husband, Victor Gibson, thought I was the one who would leave you. You asked me to stay and I did. There a reason why you did this, a reason to protect me".

Her eyes were on Veronica Bilson's dead body, "I was wondering if she knew about our marriage. Principal Jackson was right about her all along, she will do anything to get you.

"Your job to protect me is done. You hold it until your last breath. I will always love you, my husband. Until we meet again".

Belle kisses his forehead for a minute before she breaks the kiss and cries. There is no word to express that she will miss him.

Hurt, pain, friendship, mostly love buried inside her heart. A memory will never be forgotten. She then gives a kiss on Gibson's cold lips then back away in tears.

She walks out from the room and meets both doctors at the hall. She didn't smile.

"My condolences, Mrs. Gibson".

After the private funeral. Doctor Craig and Belle arrived at home. A home Belle had shared with Gibson. She sat on the carpet, Doctor Craig went inside the kitchen for a drink.

He brought two glasses of water, then sat on the carpet beside Belle. Handed the glass to her. He feels guilty.

"Belle?" She turned to him. "There's something Gibson wanted me to give you before he's dead".

The same envelope Gibson had asked Doctor Craig to keep until the time had come.

"If you try to find the answer to your question, this letter will give you everything you wanted to know. Read it. Everything are inside it".

He smiled, standing up. "I give you space to read. If you need me I'll be upstairs".

"Thank you''. said Belle. Watching him climb stairs. Carefully she read the letter.

𝑀𝑦 𝑠𝑀𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑀𝑖𝑓𝑒, 𝐡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒,

𝐼𝑓 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘ . πΎπ‘›π‘œπ‘€π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ 𝐼 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 π‘›π‘œ π‘™π‘œπ‘›π‘”π‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’. π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’π‘  π‘šπ‘Žπ‘˜π‘’π‘  π‘šπ‘¦ 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘π‘™π‘’π‘‘π‘’. π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ π‘šπ‘Žπ‘˜π‘’ π‘šπ‘¦ 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 π‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘’π‘‘π‘–π‘“π‘’π‘™ π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘ π‘’π‘›π‘π‘’.

π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘–π‘› π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘–π‘›π‘π‘œπ‘€ π‘œπ‘“ π‘šπ‘¦ π‘π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘–π‘›π‘¦ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘¦. π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘’π‘‘π‘–π‘“π‘’π‘™ π‘ π‘’π‘›π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘ π‘’ π‘œπ‘“ π‘šπ‘¦ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘˜ π‘›π‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘π‘ . π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘ π‘’π‘π‘π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘‘ π‘šπ‘Žπ‘˜π‘’π‘  π‘šπ‘¦ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘’π‘π‘™π‘’ π‘”π‘œ π‘Žπ‘€π‘Žπ‘¦. π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑑 π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘šπ‘¦ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘π‘π‘–π‘›π‘’π‘ π‘  π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘šπ‘¦ π‘—π‘œπ‘¦.

π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘šπ‘¦ π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’π‘™π‘¦ 𝑀𝑖𝑓𝑒.

π‘‡β„Žπ‘Žπ‘›π‘˜π‘  π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ 𝑖𝑛 π‘šπ‘¦ 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘šπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘™π‘™ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘π‘π‘–π‘›π‘’π‘ π‘  𝑖𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘™π‘‘. 𝐼 π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘šπ‘¦ 𝑠𝑀𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑀𝑖𝑓𝑒, π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ.

Belle wiped her tears,

𝑀𝑦 𝑠𝑀𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝐡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒,

𝐼 π‘˜π‘›π‘œπ‘€ π‘šπ‘¦ 𝑠𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦 π‘‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘β„Ž 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 π‘ β„Žπ‘œπ‘π‘˜π‘’π‘‘ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’. 𝑀𝑦 π‘‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘β„Ž 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 β„Žπ‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘π‘Žπ‘‘π‘™π‘¦ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘‘π‘’π‘ π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘£π‘’ π‘‘π‘œ π‘˜π‘›π‘œπ‘€ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘β„Ž.

π‘Œπ‘’π‘ , π‘‰π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘›π‘–π‘π‘Ž π΅π‘–π‘™π‘ π‘œπ‘›, π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘˜π‘›π‘œπ‘€ π‘Žπ‘π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘šπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘Žπ‘”π‘’ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘ β„Žπ‘’ β„Žπ‘’π‘™π‘‘ π‘šπ‘’ π‘π‘Žπ‘π‘‘π‘–π‘£π‘’, π‘Ž π‘π‘œπ‘ π‘’π‘ π‘ π‘–π‘œπ‘›. π‘†β„Žπ‘’ 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘€π‘Žπ‘¦π‘  π‘‘π‘œ 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π‘Žπ‘π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ 𝑒𝑠.

π»π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘›π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘π‘œπ‘’π‘ π‘›'𝑑 π‘ β„Žπ‘œπ‘π‘˜π‘’π‘‘ π‘šπ‘’. 𝐡𝑒𝑑 𝐼 π‘€π‘Žπ‘  π‘Žπ‘“π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘–π‘‘ 𝑖𝑓 π‘ β„Žπ‘’ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘‘ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Žπ‘™ π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘šπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘Žπ‘”π‘’ 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒. π‘†β„Žπ‘’ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 π‘‘π‘œ π‘Žπ‘›π‘¦π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘π‘œ π‘‘π‘’π‘ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘¦ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘šπ‘ , π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝐼 π‘π‘Žπ‘›'𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑑 β„Žπ‘Žπ‘π‘π‘’π‘›.

π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘™π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘¦ π‘ π‘’π‘“π‘“π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘π‘’π‘π‘Žπ‘’π‘ π‘’ π‘œπ‘“ π‘šπ‘’. π‘π‘œ π‘œπ‘›π‘’ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘‘ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘›π‘¦π‘šπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘  π‘™π‘œπ‘›π‘” 𝐼 π‘Žπ‘š β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘¦π‘œπ‘’. π‘†β„Žπ‘’ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘‘ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘šπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘› 𝐼 π‘‘π‘œ.

π΅π‘’π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘ β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘’π‘™π‘‘ π‘‘π‘œπ‘›π‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ 𝐼 β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ π‘šπ‘Žπ‘˜π‘’ π‘šπ‘¦ π‘œπ‘€π‘› π‘šπ‘œπ‘£π‘’. π‘†β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘šπ‘¦ π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ 𝐼 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑑 π‘‘π‘œ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’. π‘†β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘Žπ‘ π‘›'𝑑 π‘Ž π‘ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘œπ‘›. π‘†β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘Ž π‘‘π‘–π‘£π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘π‘’π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ 𝐼 π‘π‘œπ‘’π‘™π‘‘π‘›'𝑑 π‘‘π‘œ 𝑖𝑑.

𝐼 π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘šπ‘¦ π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’. 𝐼 π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘¦ π‘šπ‘’π‘β„Ž. π‘†π‘œ 𝐼 π‘‘π‘Žπ‘˜π‘’ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘šπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œ 𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑙. π‘†β„Žπ‘’'𝑠 π‘”π‘œπ‘›π‘’ π‘ π‘œ 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝐼 π‘Žπ‘š. π·π‘œπ‘›'𝑑 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘¦ π‘œπ‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘šπ‘¦ π‘‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘β„Ž, 𝐡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘‘π‘’π‘ π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘£π‘’ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘π‘π‘–π‘›π‘’π‘ π‘ .

𝐼 π‘Žπ‘š π‘Ž π‘šπ‘œπ‘›π‘ π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ, π‘Ž π‘šπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘šπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘‘. π‘‡β„Žπ‘–π‘  𝑖𝑠 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘Žπ‘›π‘ π‘€π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘žπ‘’π‘’π‘ π‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘›. 𝐼 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑑 π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘šπ‘¦ 𝑠𝑖𝑛. πΉπ‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘›π‘œπ‘€ π‘œπ‘›, π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’. π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑑 π‘π‘’π‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π‘šπ‘’ 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’.

𝐼𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘™π‘’π‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ 𝐼 π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘› π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘€β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘π‘’π‘™π‘œπ‘›π‘”π‘ . 𝐴 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑑 π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘‘π‘’π‘ π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘£π‘’. π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘™π‘€π‘Žπ‘¦π‘  𝑏𝑒 π‘šπ‘–π‘›π‘’ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ. πΊπ‘œπ‘œπ‘‘π‘π‘¦π‘’ π‘šπ‘¦ 𝑠𝑀𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑀𝑖𝑓𝑒, π΄π‘›π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘Žπ‘›π‘Ž 𝐡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒 π·π‘’π‘π‘˜π‘’π‘Ÿ.

πΏπ‘œπ‘£π‘’, π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘’π‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‰π‘–π‘π‘‘π‘œπ‘Ÿ πΊπ‘–π‘π‘ π‘œπ‘›.

From upstairs, Doctor Craig hears Belle crying louder than ever. Calling out Gibson's name. He never felt so sad. She screams top out of her lungs, asking Gibson to forgive her.

Everything was too late, neither she can turn back time and love him more than he deserves.

Doctor Craig wiped his tears, following the rhythm Belle crying downstairs. Sadly they lose the man, brother and husband forever.

Victor Gibson had died with dignity. No matter how bad he is, no matter what people think about him. He is still part of the family.

A husband to a wife name, Andriana Belle Decker.