Arabel's POVElegant and tall, she stands upright, her eyes not leaving mine.I can't find my voice. I don't know how to welcome her. I'm uncertain about how to welcome her, whether it's by greeting her and asking her why she's here, or by rushing forward and giving her a hug.She suddenly opens her arms, as if hearing my thoughts. Without hesitation, I rush in.With emotions crested in my throat, I embrace her tightly, in silence, with my eyes closed. I let all the memories flow until they bring tears to my eyes.This is it. I am at a dead end.This woman knows already.When I hear a sniff from her, I know she is crying too, and I embrace her more firmly, enjoying the bliss of that motherly hug I have missed in seven years.She isn't saying anything, and I am not doing so either. I am clueless as to what exactly to say to her. I don't know if I am supposed to talk as Arabel Cooper or as Bella Portillo.Finally, she disengages from the hug, holding my face in between her palms and exa
Richard's POVNodding in response to what the doctor is saying, I continue looking at Leo, who is staring at me from outside the transparent door.“It will take at least two weeks to heal, but for now, I will suggest you use crutches,” he advises, signaling to the nurse to bring the crutches closer.I stare at it in horror.“You have nothing to worry about, Mr. Giodano. This is just to assist you with healing and movement. It's just a simple sprain in the leg, and you will be good in two weeks. You can come back after that to remove the cast.”I nod again, this time interested in knowing how to use the crutches.As if hearing my thoughts, he comes forward and helps me up, lifting the crutches up and keeping them at arm's length.“Lean forward,” he orders calmly, and I do so obediently, wincing as the pain shoots through me. “When you want to walk, you will have to put both crutches 1 foot ahead of you before shifting your weight on them. Afterwards, you push your body and the good foo
Arabel's POVA gasp leaves my mouth as I rush forward, just in time for the two nurses passing by to also bend to help him up.I am left with picking up the crutches. This is when I realize Mother didn't help. She is standing in the same spot, alone and uncaring.Anger is brimming in her eyes.When our eyes meet, she quickly darts them away and walks to the reception seat. We planned to grab some food for Richard, but she left her purse in his room. When I didn't see her, I decided to help her check so we could get the food, and I could finally bid them goodbye so I could catch the next flight and make it in time for the party.That was when I heard it all.Every single thing.I follow the nurses back to the room, holding onto Richard's arms. For the first time since I came, he avoids my gaze.They lay him down, and he turns sideways while I drop the crutches beside his bed. Richard used to be a tall, imposing man, but seeing him in this bed, knowing full well that I might have someth
Arabel's POV“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to you!” A round of applause resounds in the decorated living room.“Hurray, hurray, hurray!” The thought of cutting the cake fills Daisy's friends with excitement.“Happy birthday, Daisy.”Everyone begins to congratulate her as she flashes them her prettiest smile, looking like a Cinderella princess in the white ball gown she is wearing.She turns around and embraces me tightly, her arms flying around my neck. I laugh heartily, happy that I eventually did this.I am happy to see the smile on her face. I am happy to have made up for what happened last night.“Thank you, mummy. I love you," she says, pecking my cheeks.“I love you too, my darling,” I peck her forehead, holding her tiny waist.“It's time to cut the cake!” Someone announce, making her whirl around and leave my hold.I move closer to her, smiling at everyone present, glad for the massive turnout. I had believed it wa
Richard's POVThe loud voice startles me, making me stop for a moment to listen and hear where the voice is coming from.I'm out here searching for Arabel. Not to eavesdrop on anyone's conversation. With this in mind, I make sure to continue searching for her when the voice comes again, this time sounding just like the voice of the woman I am searching for."Ashley, who is getting married then?"Ashley?She gasps. “You? Not Richard?”Suddenly, a scream leaves her mouth. “Oh girl, I am so happy for you. Is it that same guy you told me about?”I don't hear what the person from the other end is saying as I approach her figure under the tent, walking stealthily with the crutches.They are so tiring, but I have no choice since my mother was so against having me use a wheelchair instead.“Richard's friend? Which of them?”“Really? I don't know him. So I guess you have finally gotten rid of your crush for your boss, right?”She laughs heartily.“Yes, I agree.”Then silence follows, and I sta
Arabel's POVThe evening ended with Richard missing. His mother asked if I had seen him, and I told her no.She tried calling him, but he wasn't picking while I busied myself with thanking our guests.Virtually everyone ate to their fill. Daisy's over excitedness won't stop me from smiling with pride.By the time I say goodbye to the last guest, Mother is already looking worried as she keeps dialing his number."Can't you reach him yet?" I approach and ask. She nods.Guilt stabs my insides, and I fold my arms before telling her honestly. I saw him outside a while ago. Perhaps he left already.”“Left? To where?” I shrug indifferently. “What did you two talk about?” She stares at me suspiciously.“Nothing really. We didn't get to talk,” I reply and begin to dial his number, which rings until it goes to voicemail.He isn't answering my calls either. I hope he is fine, though.“Try him again,” she insists, and I do that.He picks at the second ring with a raspy voice. “Hello.”“Hi, where
Richard's POVThe ringing doorbell persists, forcing me to grab my crutches and trot towards the door with a hardened expression.I am not expecting anyone. And this is really not a good time for any visit.This is a pure inconvenience.Ever since I have been on crutches, I have been super lazy. The fact that I had to use the damn sticks every single time messes with my head. Even when I want to take a bath, I have to go in there with them.When the bell rings again as I get closer, I pull the door open aggressively, intending to ask whoever is at the door what he or she is looking for.No one knows me around here.So I'm sure it must be the neighbor from across. Our condos are opposite each other.However, it isn't anyone I don't know.The person at the door is the least anticipated.Arabel.Her face does not register any kind of emotion I am expecting. No hurt. No smiles. No indignation.“Hi,” she says lightly, holding up a package.“Arabel?” I can't hide my surprise. The mere fact
Arabel's POVDespite the anger shimmering inside of me, I let it out, watching his face devoid of emotion turn aghast with shock.He suddenly leans back like someone who just had an attack, making me wonder if I was wrong when I thought he was going to sigh in total relief.Determined to get it all out, I continue painstakingly. "Before the divorce, I was pregnant with her. I…I knew… I found out that night, and I was on my way to inform you about the news when I heard you speaking with her. I decided I wasn't going to act as if I heard you clearly cheating on me…”“I didn't cheat…” I raise a hand to cut him short.“I am not done!”I am not looking at him, out of fear of what I would do to him, considering how much pain and ache I am feeling as the memories rush in like a wave of the ocean.“When I entered, you asked me if I received the papers, like it was something consensual. Something we both wanted. Something we both knew about beforehand. I asked what papers, keeping aside my int