Star drove me to the hospital my stepmother sent an address for. I frantically clasped my hands as I prayed for my father's safety. I'm aware that we don't have the best relationship, but that doesn't mean that I'm ready to lose him.“Your father will be okay, Jewel.” Star sent a comforting look my way. “You don't have to be nervous.”“I can't help it, Star. The way she sounded over the phone made it seem like he was dead already. I don't know what to do if something happens to him, Star. He's the only family I have. I can't —” “Listen to me, Jewel. Your father just had a stroke and was taken to the hospital. Nothing is going to happen to him. You've got to stop your train of thought.” She glanced at me before she turned her focus on the road. Her tight grip on the steering wheel is the only evidence of what she's truly feeling deep within her. I sat still in the passenger's seat and joined my hands together. I nervously picked my fingers, to keep my mind off the thoughts of my fat
I don't know what to feel. One moment, I had this sudden urge to rip everyone and everything to shreds, and in another, I had this urge to collapse on the floor and weep to my heart's content. I slowly closed the door behind me, and leaned on the door, with my eyes closed. My body shook as insistent tears slipped down my eyes. I felt like my heart was about to be ripped and torn to shreds. Why? This was the only question that occupied my mind at the thought that I'd lost a father. I've lost the only biological family I had left. Right now, I'm alone in this world. Tears slid down my eyes, but I didn't make a move to wipe them off. I let them slide down, to pool around my legs. The stares from the patients around didn't faze me. I needed to cry my heart out at the injustice of this world. I just learned that my mother might have been poisoned by a woman she once considered a best friend, so she could get married to my father. And now, more bad news is being dumped on my head. Can
My father's funeral was placed on the last day of the month because of my stepmother's 'busy schedule' The way she worded it made me roll my eyes at how easily she was trying to lie. She was only trying to be sophisticated. “I've missed you!” P whined. “God, the school wasn't the same without you. Nothing was interesting to me any more. But now that you are back, I feel like I can fly to the highest mountain!” I rolled my eyes at her. Since she saw me this morning, she has been acting clingy by telling me just how much she missed me. God, I think my eardrums are about to explode. Having a friend like P can make you insane.“How is your lecturer? Still checking him out?” I raised a brow at her. My mouth twitched to a side, but I refused to smile. I don't need her to descend on my case when she figures out that I'm making fun of her. “Oh, my God!” She shrieked. “He's getting hotter by the day. I bet, he always gets cooked in a hot cauldron of handsomeness and sophistication before
He didn't say a word until P was out of earshot. Only then did he turn to face me. The expression on his face is a bit confusing. “Is my test result that bad?” I cringed, feeling like I did way back in high school whenever the teachers tried to inquire about the situation in my home. It always left me nervous. “No, that's not it.” He smiled at me. Though his face is innocent and bright, I felt imaginary insects crawling up my arms. I shivered a bit, with my entire focus still on him. “Is it about my absence? I thought my h—”“I'm Matt.” He brought his hand for a shake and tilted his head as he watched me to know my reaction. I squinted. What's with his introduction when I already know who he is? However, instead of asking the question I would have loved to voice out, I shook his outstretched hand, with a full-blown smile on my face. “Jewel.”“Jewel? What a pretty name for a pretty lady.” He smiled before he slowly let go of my hand. “You are not in the class group chat, are you?”
I ordered fried rice and pasta with sliced hot dogs, while he ordered steaks and an omelette. Don't ask me how the combo is. I won't know since I'm not the one eating it. And I don't intend to ask for a bite. I just don't see anything appetizing about it, well aside from the steaks. “How was school?” He asked, starting a conversation.“It was okay. I…” My words froze in my throat when I saw his ex. She had a tray of food in hand as she glanced around, searching for a place to sit. “Hey!” I called out to her, waving a hand, to get her attention.Miguel turned at the call. The expression on his face darkened when he saw who I was waving to. “I believe you hate her? Why are you calling her over?” He looked as confused as I was. Honestly, I don't know why I called out to her. I shrugged, “I'm trying to help her get a seat. The entire place is crowded.” I turned to her and waved once more until she noticed me. However, her eyes went straight to Miguel before it brightened. Oh, still h
She huffed but didn't say a word further. My mouth curled to the side at the expression on her face. It pleased me to know how much my words affected her. Miguel didn't say a word. He slowly ate his food as he occasionally glanced at me. “Well, I'm still glad I was the one he painted for back then. I was his muse, you know?” She grinned, infuriating me further. This stupid woman doesn't know how to take a hint, does she?“Well,” I placed my spoon on the plate and turned to face her, with a smile on my face. “I'm glad you used past tenses in your sentence. You were his muse, but not any more. Hell, I don't presume you are muse enough for him to stop painting. Guess your face was too ugly for him.” I beamed at her, “you are just like an outdated vintage bag. The wealthy don't need you, and anyone can have you.”“Hey!” She hit her palm on the table. “You—” Miguel started to say, but I placed a hand on his, and shook my head, to let him know that I wish to take things on alone. “You
I stayed back after class to help Mr Matt. I called Star earlier to tell her that I will be late, which means she will be here thirty minutes later. “See you tomorrow.” P pecked me before she skipped down the stairs. We agreed to have a lunch date today, but her boyfriend returned last night. So, she's going over to his house for a date —well, an R-rated one.Funny enough, she didn't mention Mr Matt throughout the day. Her boyfriend was the only one in her mind, which is so unlike P, who loves admiring boys. There were few students around. Most were hurrying out of the building, while some were heading towards their next classes, especially the second-year students. Back when I started, I envied them because most of their classes were afternoon lectures. However, I don't feel that way any more. I don't like morning classes, and I sure as hell don't like evening classes. I knocked on the door of Mr Matt's class before I opened the door and stepped in. “Good afternoon, sir.” I greet
“You haven't?” She gasped, looking like my words couldn't be true, which seemed likely. Who will believe that I've lived with Miguel for two years, and have never stepped foot into his room? Before we reconciled —if you wish to call it that — he had never been to my room. We only meet in 'the room' where I pleasure him with my mouth, and that's that. There is nothing else involved. His room is off-limits. “No,” I shrugged. “He warned me never to enter his room, and I have been keeping to that.” I furrowed my brows, thinking back to what she said, not too long ago. “Have you been to his room? Which pictures are you talking about?”“Well,” she nervously chuckled as she ran a hand through her hair. The guilt on her face is unmistakable. “I took a lot of money from my brother, to keep this secret. I can't just tell you about it because you asked for it.” She glanced down the hall before she turned to face me. “Just let things slide. Pretend you didn't hear me say anything.” She took he
They stared at him, looking confused. “Mum, what's he doing here?” Jane asked, still looking at him. She only spared a look at me before she turned her entire focus on him. “Come on, babies.” Miguel motioned for them to come close to him. When they didn't go to him, he glanced up at me. “I thought you weren't coming back. I intended to relocate to the street, you live with them.” He smiled at me, "I have made the plans already. Implementing it was my next plan." “You stupid man!” I closed the distance between us and enveloped him in a hug. He rose from the ground and twirled me in the air. I chuckled at the feeling of being lifted by him. I felt light as he held me up like a baby. "Put me down!" I said in a voice that doesn't sound as commanding as it should. You can't blame me. Having him carry me is something I wish he can do all the time. “Mum, why are you hugging him?!” Jane shouted. While the others stared at me with shocked expressions on their faces.“Oh.” I chuckled as
“Is our new home that far?” Jill yawned, already tired of the ride. It's not a secret that my kids hate trips since we have been going on numerous trips since they were born. I chuckled at the impatient expression on her face. “It's not that far. Don't worry, we are almost there.”We would have been there long ago had I driven like before. But no, I had to be extra careful on the road to prevent my happiness from taking the upper hand and leading me to something I might regret. “Can you get an ice cream for us?” Jane rubbed her eyes. “I'm tired.”“Do you want an ice cream now or when we reach?” I glanced at them through the mirror. “Now!” they chorused together, not taking a moment to think. “Okay.”And like that, a journey that would have taken us an hour max, took us two hours and thirty minutes to arrive. I had to buy their favourite ice cream for them.I drove straight to Miguel's mansion. Luckily, he wasn't back by the time we arrived. His guards let me in as if it's natural
“And if it's not my charming friend.” Phil beamed as he sat opposite me. He looked like he rushed, to get here. I don't blame him because I just suddenly called and asked him to meet me. I returned from Miguel's house an hour ago, to make it in time to bring my kids home. “You took your time, didn't you?” I frowned at him, “I was intending to leave before you arrived.” I pretended like I was angry at him when I wasn't. “I'm sorry. There was something I needed to take care of. Don't be offended, okay?” He grinned.“Even if I want to be annoyed with you, I can't,” I pouted. “You are just too cute for me to be angry at you.”“See? I'm too handsome for you to be angry with me.” He placed both hands on his cheeks, “So, why did you call me here? I know it's not to drink coffee.” He glanced around at the almost empty café, “it's almost evening!”“I'm leaving.”“So soon? I only came — wait a minute, what do you mean by you are leaving?” He gaped at me, staring at me as if I had somehow lo
I sent my kids to school and decided to drive to work. When I left Miguel, I only contacted Nikki and Star. It was with their help that I got back on my feet until I met a kind old man. He was the CEO of Dabris, and he gave his shares and the company to me because he was too old to handle it, and his company was going bankrupt. That was how I became a CEO and each day, I work to prove that he can trust me. Though he's not in this world any more, I still have this need to make him proud of me. I got a notification on my phone, and I slid it up, to see a message. I frowned at the content. Why the hell will someone ask me to listen to the news?I packed my car to the side of the road, and switched the radio on, to the station the message spoke of.“Hello, everyone.” I was shocked when I recognized Miguel's voice. There is no way I won't recognize his voice, even through the radio. “So, I was a douche to my wife. I treated her badly, and I'm here to ask for forgiveness.....” There wa
I didn't hear from Miguel after a week. It was as if he had given up, which I'm grateful for. I stopped looking back as I left my house, trying to pretend like everything was normal when it wasn't. I know it will only be a matter of time before he starts disturbing, me once more. I hurried over to my children's school, packed my car and went over to their playground when I didn't see them waiting for me at the security office like they normally do.From afar, I saw my kids standing together, with — Miguel? With my heart beating fast, I hastened towards them at the sight of his familiar stature.No.This can't be happening.How did he enter the school without permission?God. I quickened my pace towards them.Miguel had his back on me, so he didn't see me until I reached where they were.“Jane, Jill, James!” I called out to them as I hurried towards them.“Mum!” They ran towards me at the sound of my voice. And that was when Miguel turned.He looked as shocked to see me as I was to
Phil took me back to the office before he returned to his office. I met him two years ago when he came for an interview. He was fun on our first meeting, and we clicked it off —as friends. I know he feels something for me, but I don't feel anything for him, and I have never led him on. He's aware that I don't do relationships, and I don't want anything about that. Ever since I left Miguel, I have stayed single, training my cute bundle of joys, who are all I have left after the messy relationship I had with Miguel. Though they remind me so much of him, I won't trade them for anything in the entire world because they are all I have. They are my life, and I will forever be grateful to Miguel for making me a mother. I drove to their school the moment it was four. I spent the last hours thinking of my stupid husband and the expression that was on his face when I left with Phil. “Mum!” Jill called out as she raced towards me. “Hey! Wait for me,” James shrieked, trying to keep up with
JewelI strode into his office for the first time in years. Nothing has changed. Aside from the new interior design, and change of colours. The shocked expression on Miguel's face was more than I comprehended. My mouth curved up in a smile, but I tampered with it. “Good morning, Mr Miguel,” I professionally smiled at him. “I trust my secretary filled you up on what I request for a partnership?” I strode over to one of the chairs in the boardroom, and sat on it, with my legs crossed, while Miguel stood shocked still staring at me like one who has seen a ghost.The years haven't been good for him. He looked older than ever, with his hair duller. There are dark lines under his eyes, making him look sleep-deprived.“Jewel?” He swallowed. “I'm afraid we are not that familiar with each other, Mr Miguel. I will prefer if you call me, Miss.” I smiled at him, “should we continue?” “Where have you been? I have sought for you throughout—” “I'm afraid you are mistaking me for someone else, M
MiguelIt has been five freaking years since Jewel left. I have tried to locate her, but haven't been successful. I tried every means possible to locate her, but it seemed like she disappeared into thin air. I ran a hand through my hair as I stared at the piles of files in front of me. For five years, I have buried myself in my work, trying to lessen the thoughts of my wife, but nothing seems to help. I'm always thinking of her, and the mistake I made those years ago. Back then, I knew that Pearl was lying, but I needed enough evidence against her. That was why I attempted to play to the beat of her music. However, it cost me my priceless jewel. If only I didn't do that. Had I not spoken those harsh words to her, she wouldn't have left me. She would have still been here with me. I stared at my window. Star and Nikki left the house a week after Jewel disappeared. Until now, they have not contacted me because they blamed me so much for what happened five years ago. And I take the b
I didn't go to school because my mind was filled with thoughts of my husband and the words he spoke to me last night. As much as I tried to, I couldn't forget the bite of those words. I stared into space as I tried not to think of it, but each minute, my mind kept on repeating those words as if it were trying to remind me of what a douche my husband is.I checked my phone as if I were expecting a call from him. But there was nothing. He didn't so much as send a message to me. I rolled on the bed and would have continued to think had it not been for my baby that decided it was time to eat. I slowly rose from the bed and walked out of my room, to get breakfast.“Aunt Star, your nephew wants to eat,” I cheerfully said when I entered the kitchen. Both Nikki and Star turned to look at me with puzzled expressions on their faces. The way they stared at me made it seem like they were wondering what was going on with me. “You're acting rather strange, Jewel. Could it be the pregnancy?” Sta