“CHILD, are you sure this is where we’re going to live?” I looked at Nanay after she said that. She was holding Zoey while I held Zayne. I glanced around our new place. It was small compared to our old house, but it had a kitchen and a bedroom. The bedroom was tiny—just enough for a bed and a little space. The kitchen was also very small. “Don’t take this the wrong way, okay? I just want to make sure you’re fine with this. You didn’t grow up in a place like this,” Nanay said. After her words, I looked outside the house. A squatter area. No, I didn’t grow up like this, and I wasn’t used to it—but what else could I do? We had just been forcibly kicked out of our house earlier. There was nothing I could do—we were drowning in debt, and I never expected this to happen. I let out a deep sigh and looked at the baby in my arms and the one Nanay was holding. “I’m sure, Nanay. I can handle this. We’ll get through this,” I said, though I wasn’t entirely confident in my last words.
TODAY is my first day at work, and I’m excited to start. I left home early to avoid being late—the twins were still asleep when I left. I made sure to leave money for Nanay to cover their expenses for the day since I won’t be off until seven in the evening. Getting to work wasn’t hard—just one jeepney ride and a short walk, and I was already at the restaurant. I wore a fitted skirt and a fitted blouse, layered with a black blazer to look formal since I’m a manager. When I arrived, the restaurant was still empty because I came an hour before opening—better early than late. As I stepped inside, I was amazed by what I saw. The place was huge and beautifully designed, with many tables adorned with flower centerpieces. The tablecloths were white, and menus were placed on top, probably so customers could easily see the offerings. There weren’t many staff members around yet. I hadn’t seen the inside of the restaurant before because my interview with the former manager was held in the
“Y-YES, you were little when we last met,” but that made me smile because at least Mom had some friends. It made me happy—I thought all she knew was work. “I’m glad to meet you, Ms., but Mom’s gone. She just passed away one month ago.” Both Talia and Ms. Kaithy gasped at what I said. But what surprised me more was Ms. Kaithy breaking down in tears. “Miss! Talia, Miss is crying!” We helped Ms. Kaithy sit on a nearby chair and got her water because she couldn’t stop sobbing. She must have been really close to my mom. She cried for several minutes before finally calming down. I was impressed her makeup stayed intact—it must’ve been waterproof. “Are you okay now?” I asked worriedly, making her look at me. “T-take me to Erin Claire, please. I want to see her,” she said tearfully, making me avert my gaze. I was done with that—done with crying. “Don’t worry, I’ll come with you.” After that, we immediately went to my mother’s grave. I guided her while we sat in silence in the
CLAIRE quickly left her job after saying goodbye. Carrying her bag, she headed straight to the hospital her mother, Lucing, had told her about. Her heart pounded with fear during those moments because her child was in danger. She would never forgive herself if anything bad happened to Zayne. Upon arriving at the hospital, she immediately asked the front desk for her child’s room number. Once she got it, she rushed there and saw her mother, Lucing, sitting on a chair across the room’s door, crying. “Nay, what happened?” Lucing immediately looked up at her and stood. “C-Claire, it’s Zayne…” Claire quickly took Zoey from her mother’s arms and held her close. “Nay, calm down. Nothing bad will happen to Zayne, okay? What exactly happened?” Claire spoke with forced bravery. Even though she was also terrified and worried for her child, she had to stay strong—she was her mother’s only source of strength, and she couldn’t let Zoey down. “Zayne had a fever earlier, child. I tr
THE NEXT DAY, Claire arrived early at her former workplace, expecting a joyful return to work. However, her happiness vanished when she received devastating news. “Ms. Claire! You’re back! How have you been?!” the guard greeted her cheerfully. “I’m fine, Kuya. How about you? I was gone for a while, but I’m back now,” she replied with a smile, only to notice the sudden shift in his expression. “You came back? Didn’t you know, Ms. Claire? There’s a new manager now—Ms. Kathy replaced you two days ago.” Claire’s smile faded as if she had been punched in the gut. The realization that someone else had taken her job hit her hard. She closed her eyes, remembering how she had left without proper notice. “Ms. Kathy even mentioned—well, I overheard—that she was disappointed in you because of your sudden disappearance. They couldn’t find you for so long.” Claire felt even weaker hearing those words. She knew Ms. Kathy was close to her mother, and now she had let her down too. Tear
CLAIRE “Ma’am, here are the clothes you can change into. Please get dressed so you don’t get sick,” I looked at the paper bag she handed me. Just by its appearance, I could tell whatever was inside was expensive. My gaze shifted to the woman, who was smiling at me curiously. Slowly, I nodded and took the bag before stepping into the bathroom. Everything I needed was inside—even undergarments—so I changed out of my wet clothes completely. It was a floral dress that reached my knees, long-sleeved, making me look formal. A pair of black flat shoes was also included. When I stepped out of the bathroom, I caught my reflection in the mirror. For a moment, I saw Claire again—the Claire who had a stable life when Mom was still alive. Back when everything was still okay. “You look beautiful, ma’am,” I turned toward the voice and saw the woman who had given me the paper bag. I forced a smile. “Thank you for your help, but I need to go now.” Without waiting for a response, I wa
THE next day, I left the house early to look for a new place to stay, and by God’s mercy, I found one quickly, so we moved in right away. The landlord was surprised by our sudden move, especially since they adored the twins. They even offered to let us pay the rent anytime, but I refused. We couldn’t afford the five thousand rent anymore, so we settled for a place that cost only one thousand, excluding water and electricity. It was much smaller than our previous home—the kitchen was visible right away, resembling the living room of our old place. There wasn’t even a proper bedroom, so Nanay and I made one ourselves using wooden dividers, placing it right in front of our sleeping area. There was no extra space—just enough to separate the beds. Nanay said she would just sleep in the living room. I apologized to her for our situation, but she said as long as we were together, she didn’t mind. We spent the whole day fixing up the house. By afternoon, we finally finished, and Nanay
TWO MONTHS HAVE PASSED—the first month of my strong earnings at work was gone when my hours were reduced to just five. I really thought my ten-hour shifts would continue, but they didn’t. The more employees they hire, the more my hours shrink. Now, I’m only working five hours. The restaurant still gets a lot of customers, so they need more staff, and we take turns on shifts. I never expected to reach this point again—where we’d struggle financially. Nanay noticed how often I was at home instead of work, and I explained that my hours had been cut. She was saddened by it, but I was even more devastated. A few more weeks passed, and my earnings were no longer enough to support the twins. They’re now three months old, with big appetites for milk and other needs. Sometimes, I even have to skimp on their milk because I can’t afford it. I didn’t know where else to get money, so I decided to look for another job. I walked around searching, but without realizing it, I stopped. I saw
They were already on their way home because after that encounter, they didn’t stay much longer, especially since the weather was getting hotter. They only had lunch at a restaurant, and now the twins were asleep in the back of the car. While on the road, Camille suddenly crossed Claire’s mind. “Zekiel, where is Camille, by the way?” Zekiel glanced at her briefly, his brow furrowing because she had brought it up so suddenly. “That girl? According to Hero, she’s in jail.” “Jail? Why? Is she locked up permanently?” Zekiel’s frown deepened at her question. “What do you mean ‘why’? Of course, she deserves to be there! She almost got you all in danger because of her, and I won’t let that slide.” Zekiel’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, while Claire fell silent, lost in thought. ’In danger…’ she whispered in her mind before her eyes suddenly widened. “Do you think Camille was the one who did that to Zoey?!” Zekiel looked at her briefly. “Impossible, my life. She had jus
“Z-Zekiel, fine. I’ll introduce you to Mama, and we’ll visit her grave. But I have one question,” Claire said nervously. She didn’t want to reject him—it would hurt him, even though she did want what he was offering. It just wasn’t the right time. “Go on,” Zekiel replied quickly, making Claire sigh. “The kids, Zekiel. We can’t just forget what happened to Zoey. What are we going to do about it?” Zekiel fell silent, then immediately felt anger rise within him. In the brief moment of happiness with his family, he had forgotten about the person who had tried to kill his child. “I’ll find him,” Zekiel said firmly. “I’ll go with you, Zekiel.” He turned to her, his expression softening. “No. I won’t let you put yourself in danger, Claire—especially not while you’re pregnant.” “Who said anything about fighting? I’ll just help you plan and search.” Zekiel was taken aback—how did she know they were going to fight? “How did you know we’d be fighting?” “Huh? O-Oh—“ Claire flinc
“Daddy, I’m so happy that we are complete now,” Zoey said with a smile as Zekiel adjusted the blanket for her, while Claire did the same on the other end. “Me too. We’ll never be separated again, okay?” “Your daddy is right. We won’t let anything tear us apart,” Claire said sweetly, making Zekiel glance at her and smile, which she returned. “Goodnight, Mommy and Daddy!” Zayne suddenly said, already lying down and yawning, making them laugh before they settled in as well. “Goodnight, twins,” Claire turned off the lampshade beside her and hugged Zayne, who snuggled into her. Her eyes met Zekiel’s from the other side of the bed, their children nestled between them. ‘I love you,’ Zekiel whispered into the air, and the woman understood, replying softly. ‘I love you too.’ --- THE NEXT MORNING, Claire woke up early and saw that her family was still fast asleep. She quietly walked to the veranda and opened it to breathe in the fresh air. She closed her eyes, savoring the p
Everyone had dinner together after arriving at Zekiel’s house. The noise around them never stopped, especially because of the kids—Bea and Dylan’s child was there. “What’s your baby’s name again, Bea?” Quinn asked with a smile, holding the baby’s tiny hands. “His name is Fritz.” “What a beautiful name, baby boy! And you’re so cute!” Quinn cooed happily. “Do you want one like him?” Bea teased, grinning as Quinn nodded while playing with the baby. “Then tell your boyfriend that,” Bea added, making Quinn widen her eyes in shock as she stared at her friend. “How did you two even happen?! I was only gone for a few months, and now you and Kuya are together?!” Claire pretended to scold her friend, making Bea burst into laughter at her reaction. “W-wait! I had nothing to do with that—“ ”Oh, Claire! Quinn here loves me so much—she’s absolutely obsessed with me,” Quinn’s eyes nearly popped out when Timothy suddenly appeared. “You’re so shameless! You twisted the whole story!”
“Y-You’re right, okay okay! Thank you, Louise! I wouldn’t know what to do if everything you said actually happens.” “Don’t forget, I’m always here, Claire. I’m your friend, and I’m ready to stand by you. Alright, bye now, Claire—my meeting starts in five minutes.” “Okay, Louise, thank you. Take care there!” After that call, she went straight to Zoey’s room and saw that the twins were already asleep, while Zekiel was waiting for her. “Why did you take so long?” the young man greeted her. “Louise called to check up on me.” Zekiel frowned at her words. “Louise? I blocked that guy—how was he still able to call you?” Claire’s ears perked up at what Zekiel said, remembering Louise mentioning he couldn’t reach her. “You! You’re the reason Louise couldn’t contact me right away!” Claire whispered sharply, almost shouting, making Zekiel freeze. “M-Me? What did I do?” he stammered, seeing the pain in her eyes. “Louise told me he couldn’t reach me, so he couldn’t tell me sooner
“WHY did you tell him?!” Claire said with wide eyes, whispering to her friends. “S-Sorry, Claire. We had no choice at that time,” Quinn replied. “Besides, it was your brother who came up with that plan, not me!” Claire could only sigh at Bea’s words, unable to look at Zekiel. “Wait, your brother? But isn’t that Timothy? He didn’t say anything back then.” Bea glanced at her friend, realizing that even she didn’t know the full truth about Claire’s past. “Why don’t you ask Timothy? I’m sure he knows something since he’s acquainted with Claire’s brother, Clark.” Quinn shot her boyfriend a sharp look. “A-Ahh, well… it’s a long story,” Timothy awkwardly laughed at his girlfriend. “Hey, my life,” Zekiel called out, causing Claire and her friends to freeze. “I think we should head out now. Let’s go, guys,” Bea said, pulling them away. “Wait, you all still have a lot of explaining to do!” Hero called after them, leaving the two standing by the door. Zekiel approached Claire
“Wait, Bea, I have a question,” Zekiel said, making everyone turn to him—even Claire waited for what he was about to say. “What is it?” “Did you have anything to do with why Mom and Dad showed up at my meeting with the board members back when Camille and I almost got married?” Suddenly, Claire remembered that incident—the very reason she had to go to Gray’s Company in the first place, because of the arranged marriage between Zekiel and Camille. “Ah, about that… Quinn was the one who made that decision, Claire, not me!” Claire frowned at the sudden shift in Bea’s expression, especially since she was looking at her when it was Zekiel who had asked the question, not her. “Why am I being dragged into this?” she asked, glancing between the two friends. “What do you mean you? It was Bea!” Claire only got more confused by what was happening—until the men approached them and Timothy spoke up. “They both said you were the owner of Cs Boutique.” (Flashback) “This is a huge mes
CLAIRE I couldn’t move from where I stood because of what I heard. Suddenly, the words of Kuya Clark and Timothy flashed through my mind. “How did that person get in here?! Don’t you have security?!” Zekiel’s voice rose, and I didn’t stop him because even I was furious about their negligence. “I’m really sorry, Mr. Gray, but this is a hospital. Anyone can enter, and we didn’t expect something like this to happen.” The doctor was right—we shouldn’t blame anyone because, first of all, no one wanted this. Who would’ve thought our daughter would be in danger? “Z-Zekiel, that’s enough. The doctor’s right. All we need to do now is find out who did this,” I said, tightening my grip on his hand, which made him sigh. He stared at me for a long moment before forcing a smile. This was one of the changes in him that I liked—he’d become humbler for me, unlike before when he was so prideful and quick to yell. “Okay, fine. Give me the footage, Doc. We’ll handle it.” The doctor nodd
“Wow! Zekiel said you’d all go out once Zoey recovers,” Bea suddenly said, saving them all and allowing them to breathe a sigh of relief. “Is that so? I hope our daughter wakes up soon,” Claire said sadly, looking at Zekiel. “M-Mommy…” They were startled by the weak voice, but it was loud enough for them to hear. When they turned toward the source, they saw Zoey was awake. “Zoey!” Claire immediately approached the child and asked how she was feeling. “Z-Zoey! You’re awake! How do you feel? How are you, sweetheart?” Claire asked rapidly. “I-I’m okay, Mommy… I’m thirsty…” “She wants water! Call the doctor, hurry!” Claire said frantically. Zekiel moved quickly and handed Claire the water. “Hey, calm down, okay? You’re panicking too much,” the man said to the woman, holding her hand that was clutching the glass of water. Claire finally snapped back to reality and seemed to relax. “Our daughter is fine, take it easy,” Zekiel added with a smile, making her unable to re