Eds was attending to a client upstairs when she heard a commotion downstairs. Excusing herself, she went to the balustrade to see what was happening. To her surprise, Brendan Santillan was arguing with Sande, who was trying to calm him down as the amused customers looked on.Apologizing to her client, she quickly headed downstairs to intervene before Sande lost her patience and the situation escalated. Eds was well aware of Sande’s hotheaded nature and knew she wouldn’t hesitate to either punch the man or throw him out of the shop, regardless of his age.Eds asked Brendan with a smile, "Mr. Santillan, what brings you here? Let's go to my office and discuss..." Brendan spat venomously, "You!" before raising his hand and slapping her. The customers gasped in shock at his behavior, and even Sande was left speechless, staring at him. Brendan then demanded, "How dare you hit my wife? What gave you the right to hit her?!"Eds stood frozen, her palm against her stinging cheek, staring at B
A week later The courtroom was a grand, wood-paneled space with high ceilings, dominated by the judge's bench at the front. The Merendran flag and the state flag flanked the bench on either side. The audience seats were packed with onlookers, mostly friends and family of the involved parties.Kyle Neeson sat at the plaintiff's table with his attorney, Mr. Goulding. Opposite them, at the defendant’s table, were Edselyn Santillan, her husband Sinjin, and their attorney, Ms. Rodriguez.The courtroom was silent as everyone awaited Judge Caldwell's arrival. When she finally took her seat and reviewed the case file, she glanced around the room, taking note of the palpable tension in the air.Judge Emily Caldwell, an experienced and stern figure, was a friend of Sinjin's father, but she wasn’t the type to let personal connections influence her judgments. Known for calling a spade a spade, it was this integrity that made Sinjin appreciate her and feel relieved that she was presiding over the
Edselyn was unusually silent on the drive home. They had been swarmed by reporters outside the courthouse, but he'd let Caralisa handle the situation while Kyle eagerly embraced the media attention, knowing it was a rare opportunity for him, and one he'd never get again.Sinjin, usually confident and unflappable, felt a growing nervousness that he hated as he glanced at Eds who was staring out of the window. This situation was making him sweat, something he wasn’t accustomed to. Unsure of what Edselyn was thinking, he hesitated to ask her anything, waiting for her to speak first.When they arrived home, they exited the car and entered the house in silence. Sinjin followed her upstairs to their bedroom like a lost puppy, unable to shake his unease."Are you really mad at me?" Sinjin asked, breaking the silence.Edselyn removed her shoes and walked barefoot to the walk-in closet, putting them away. She took off her earrings, placed them in a box, and shut it without saying a word."Edse
Two weeks laterThe tension in the courtroom was palpable, almost tangible enough to be sliced with a knife. Sinjin and his attorney, Caralisa Rodriguez, stood off to the side, deep in discussion, while Eds conversed with Sande as they all awaited Judge Caldwell's entrance. Meanwhile, Kyle appeared calm and composed, confident in his victory. He knew he was the biological father of Troy and Tristan, and there was no way for the Santillans to challenge that fact.When Judge Caldwell entered the courtroom, everyone returned to their seats, and the court clerk announced, "All rise," prompting everyone to stand in respect for the judge. After she took her seat, the courtroom settled down as the proceedings began.This second hearing was even more crucial than the first, as it would decide whether Kyle would be granted joint custody. Although Kyle was confident the judge would rule in his favor based on the previous hearing, he hoped to secure enough visitation time to make it feel as if
Sinjin had just stepped out of the conference room following a board meeting when his phone vibrated in his jacket pocket. He pulled it out, frowning at the sight of his mother's picture on the screen, his finger hovering over the decline button. It had been weeks since the incident at the shop, yet he still struggled to move past it, despite Eds telling him to. She had assured him it wasn’t a big deal, insisting his mother had just wanted his attention. He'd resisted the urge to scoff at that, knowing his mother, now in her late fifties, was acting more like a frustrated five-year-old who didn’t get her way.She probably assumed he would track her down and confront her for lying about Edselyn, so she had left the country for a week. He had been tempted to do exactly that but decided he wasn’t prepared for the inevitable headache that would come with arguing with her. Besides, it was his father who had slapped his wife, not his mother.He missed the call, but before he could put his
After completing her nightly routine, Eds gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Her face glowed, not from the expensive body lotions she applied, but from the overwhelming happiness that made her feel like she could burst with joy. She had no idea what the future held, but at that moment, she was glad she'd taken a leap of faith and married Sinjin. He brought joy not only to her but also to the boys, and she prayed that this happiness would last. But if life, fate, or anything else tried to disrupt it, she was prepared to face it head-on. Sinjin had reminded her a few weeks ago that their happiness might not last forever, but when hard times came, they’d have to hold on to the memories of the good times to find their way back to each other.She took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, smoothed her silk robe, and stepped out of the bathroom. Sinjin was in bed, on the phone with someone while his laptop rested on his lap. She crossed the room to the sliding glass door, pulled it open, but
"Why do you look so sad?" Sinjin asked Eds as Williams loaded his suitcase into the trunk of the car. "I'll be back before you know it.""I know," Eds replied, nodding. "I just... I'm going to miss you, that's all.""Really?" Sinjin looked at her, surprised."Of course." Eds frowned, puzzled by his surprise. "I know it's only two weeks, but it'll feel like an eternity to me."Sinjin smiled softly. "I'm so glad to hear that because I'm going to miss you and the boys like crazy. If I could, I'd take you with me.""Maybe next time," she said, her tone hopeful."You promise?" Sinjin asked, holding up his pinky."I promise." Eds chuckled, linking her pinky with his and sealing the pact."Awesome," he grinned, leaning over to peck her cheek."Sometimes, you act like a nine-year-old," Eds teased, shaking her head."We never really grow up, you know," he replied with a wink."Okay, go on before I beg you to stay." She said, opening the back door for him. "Call me when you land, okay?""Sure t
Kyle shut the door behind the psychologist and leaned against it, releasing a sigh of relief. He then walked into the living room, quietly settling on the sofa across from his sons. For several minutes, he remained silent.As he looked at them, he couldn't help but notice how little they resembled him. They had Eds' eyes, her delicate button nose, and her striking jet-black hair. If they let their hair grow longer, they could almost be mistaken for girls. His sons weren’t just handsome; they were truly beautiful. He felt grateful to finally be part of their lives.He wanted to ask them about their session with the psychologist but hesitated. Something told him they wouldn't appreciate the question, so he held back, choosing instead to trust that whatever was said had been positive about their new situation."So, um... is there anything you'd like to eat?" Kyle asked them, hesitantly."We've already eaten," Troy replied.Kyle raised an eyebrow. "What did you have?""Food," Tristan said