Nathan
I thought I would be on top of the world when all the vain idiots I called friends discovered that I am not the good-for-nothing cripple they regarded me as, but I am not. Having genuine people around me who did not care what disability I had, how much I had, and what I owned has made the whole thing an anticlimax. If anything, I am terrified of my new family keeping me at an arm’s length because of my wealth. Amari is too quiet around me. I know that she loves me, but I can’t help but panic. Ella is making all these ridiculous statements about our love being forever. Amari does not say much about it, but I know that I should intervene before things escalate out of control. I know the gold-diggers like Ella. They will push my wife to the limit until she snaps. I can’t have that. I must lay the boundaries now. My wife is untouchable, and they all have to know it.
It does not take much to bury Ella. One interview is all I need to do. The whore lies so much, she can’t even keep up with her own lies. All the evidence I have will completely destroy the innocent, kind woman she is selling out there. 
My Babe, kind as always, is not happy about me suing the social media trolls, reporters and media houses, but this is an absolute necessity for me. I just can’t lose my wife. Ever!
“Nathan, please give me a clue,” Amari is still pleading and flashing me her cute puppy face when the driver enters the estate. 
“Welcome to our new home, Love.”
Her jaw drops as she gets off the car. Her eyes scan around before questioningly looking back at me. I must say, this four-storey mostly glass mansion is even better than my old one. I should give the guys a bonus for this. I can see her limited-edition sport’s car through the glass garage door. It still has a bow wrapped around it. I can’t wait to give her the keys. 
“Nathan, this is…” she halts and shakes her head. “You didn’t!”
My heart dances at how excited and surprised she looks. 
“You mean develop the whole area and built a secured estate for us to be close to our family and friends? Or building my wife a mansion she can regard as home?”
She runs into my eyes and bury her face on my chest. 
I gently pat her back when she starts crying. 
“Nathan, you did not have to do this,” she murmurs while I lift her chin to look at me.
“Babe, this is nothing compared to what you have done for me. You are my life,” I declare before covering her lips with mine. 
“I am still here, and I want to see the house if you can keep your hands off each other for a second,” Mrs Gail complains, breaking our kiss. I can’t help but laugh before ushering my emotional wife inside our new home. 
She completely breaks down when she finds her parents’ portraits inside. 
“Thank you, Nathan. I love you.”
Her confession gets me all gooey inside. I would whisk my wife to our bedroom if my bestie was not here.
“Still here,” Mrs Gail shouts from the lounge, making us laugh. 
“You won’t love him when you see this,” she adds and my wife rushes to see what she is referring to. 
I can’t help but laugh and shake my head at the massive portrait of our wedding. The words printed on it remind me of just how lucky I am to have this woman. I wrap my arms around my wife’s waist as she studies the portrait. I still can’t believe that she married me looking like that. 
“What true love looks like,” Mrs Gail reads the words on the portrait. “They should have added love is blind to it,” she adds, and I burst out into laughter. Now that I know that Amari has always loved me, Mrs Gail’s words make complete sense. It did not matter how dirty, poor or disabled I was, she loved me unconditionally.
“I was not blind, I knew his heart,” Amari objects, not impressed, but I am with Mrs Gail on this. 
“Seriously, Love? Look at me, I don’t think the heart mattered anymore here. You were as blind as a bat,” I tease. I can hardly recognize myself with that long dirty beard. Not to mention the hair. Lord, I looked horrible, I bet I stink too, and she married me.
“Well, I love this portrait. It is my favorite,” she declares, while both Mrs Gail and I laugh at her. 
It takes over an hour to explore our new home and my wife loves every piece of furniture and every design. The designer and constructors really outdid themselves here. Mrs Gail must have gotten tired along the way because we find her stretched out on the coach in the sunroom. “This is my favorite spot. It is so comfortable. No one sits here when I am around, it is mine,” she states her claim.
“Then, who is going to sit on the spot in your house next door?” I ask, and my bestie almost falls off the coach with excitement.
“Next door. Did you say next door?”
I nod my head and wave keys at her. I pull them back when she reaches for it. 
“I have a condition.”
She gives me her suspicious look. “You want me to kill that Ella and bury her in the backyard? It might be hard because I am a Christian, but for you I can definitely do that.”
“Mrs Gail!” my wife cries in disbelief while I burst out into laughter. My bestie is everything.
“No. You will stop giving brother Malcom a hard time. He is my friend,” I tell her. Both she and brother Malcom are widows. They like each other a lot, but my bestie sometimes goes all crazy on the quiet man. All her children and grandchildren literally live in Brother Malcom’s house when she is not around. He takes care of all her house issues and even sleeps over in his house when she feels like it but refuses to formalize their relationship.
She rolls her eyes at me. 
“I am serious. You either take the mansion next door and stay with him, or you get the smaller houses across,” I give her the ultimatum and she lifts her nose up in defiance.
“And who will be your neighbor if I refuse?”
“Brother Malcom, Mercy, Thomas and Leah. You never know, maybe sister Harvey might want to marry Brother Malcom and stay with him and your grandchildren,” I tease, and she sticks her tongue out at me before conceding.
“Fine. He has already stolen my kids and grandkids anyway.”
I flash her a huge grin. “I love you and you are the best bestie in the entire world,” I add and laugh when she rolls her eyes again.  I know all about her late drunkard and abusive husband. Brother Malcom and her children let her be because of that, but I feel like she is depriving herself of happiness by pushing the man she loves away.