"Wait, could Sarina be the woman they're talking about? See you in the next chapter. Thank you!"
MaximusMariano just looked at me and didn't answer. Even the police officer said nothing and just handed over an envelope. What's inside? Why is my brother being so secretive now? Was I thinking right? Does it have to do with my wife?"That's a copy of all the results," said the police officer."Can you continue your investigation until you find out what happened?" Mariano insisted."Can you answer me? Who is she? Who is the woman you're talking about?" My anxiety turned into fear and worry. What if they are really talking about Sarina? It just dawned on me that Mariano wouldn't need me here if this were related to his group's transaction. It's clear this involves me, so I can't help but be annoyed at him for staying silent."Shut up, Maximus. I am trying to negotiate here," my brother replied before turning back to the police officer, whose face was full of confusion. Maybe he was wondering why I was acting like this. "Please, officer. Don't stop the investigation unless you find the
MaximusThree months after reading those files, I returned to the Philippines, and the police investigation still hasn't yielded any results, even after a year and a half. I should have lost all my hopes, but the loneliness made me not to. I didn't want to feel empty forever, and I thought that would always be how I felt if I didn't hold on to the hope that my wife would return.It's been two years since I last saw my wife, and the pain is still fresh. My older brother and friends call me frequently, probably to cheer me up, but it doesn't help. Six months ago, Mariano visited me, and we spent an entire day together. He talked to me seriously and said it was unlikely that Sarina would be found. I was furious because I knew he had a point.Then, the hope I had been holding onto to stay strong had completely vanished. My brother stayed with me, and I saw the worry on my grandmother's face. I even saw her cry out of fear for my condition because I had attempted to take my own life. I coul
"What did you say?" I asked again, thinking I misheard him."You heard me right, Max," he replied, sighing."And? What about Sarina? Did you find her? Is she in his house? Did he take her?" It seemed my questions would never run out, so he had to answer. He should have given me an answer that I wanted to hear."Nothing, Max." From the very beginning, Mariano had been helping me find my wife. Our prime suspect was Roskov, so he never stopped tracking his activities. And now my brother tells me he's gone? That he's dead, and there's no more information we can get to find out where or how my wife is? I was just thinking about her earlier and how miserable my life is, and then this?"No, how can you say that?" I asked angrily. I couldn't accept his reply. There has to be something that might lead us to my wife. We never found her body, so he had to be alive somewhere. That bastard Roskov was only hiding her."We can't do anything about it, Max," he said. What, am I just supposed to accept
Maximus"Find me a competent secretary, Aries!" I shouted at my assistant. The previous ones had resigned one by one, and any replacements never lasted long. They couldn't handle my temperament despite my assistant's efforts to keep them. The two secretaries with me in Las Vegas had also left, as they often bore the brunt of my anger. I didn't intend to, but I always couldn't help shouting and yelling whenever I felt frustrated.It's been a year since the Las Vegas police confirmed Sarina's death. For several months, I locked myself in my own world again, refusing to talk to anyone. Until one day, I suddenly woke up and started working. But that was it; I just continued doing what I used to do. Sometimes, I tried to find happiness with other women but felt nothing. I couldn't find solace in them, and even if Midori had frequently visited me, I still couldn't let myself take her. There's a part of me that stops me from getting closer to her."The HR has already started posting the hirin
Maximus"I already told you I am not ready for another relationship." I was angry, and I made sure it showed on my face."You don't have to worry, Maximus. Midori is very understanding, and I'm sure she would be a big help to you," Uncle Botan interjected, making me look at him and meet our eyes."Does Midori know how to cook?" I asked, wiping the smile off the woman's and her father's face."Ahm, no, but you can hire a maid. Come on, Maximus. You need a wife, not a maid." This man actually responded."Can she clean the house? Do the laundry? Wash the dishes? Clean the toilet?" I continued to ask, ignoring Uncle's sudden, displeased look."Grandson," Lola gently tried to stop me."My wife knows how to do those things. Even if she's not a doctor, she can cure my pain. She massages me whenever I am tired because of work, and most of all, she hates shopping and traveling. Can Midori do that?" I asked Grandma and Uncle Botan before turning to Midori and asking her directly. "Can you do tha
Maximus"Sir, your coffee," said a voice as a cup of coffee was placed on my table. I had just arrived at my office and had barely sat down when she knocked and entered. The moment I hired her, I always looked forward to seeing and hearing her voice."Thank you," I said without looking up. Hearing her voice was enough to remind me of Sarina.The last applicant I interviewed a week ago had a voice like my wife's. I was disappointed when I saw her face, which wasn't Sarina's, but I still hired her to lessen the loneliness I felt in my heart."Do you need anything else, sir?" she asked."No, thank you." I felt her turn and walk towards the door when I remembered I needed Aries to prepare for the meeting with the marketing team. "Ah, Bella," I called out, lifting my head just as she turned to look at me. For some reason, I saw Sarina's smiling face, making me shake my head."Sir?" she called out, returning my attention to her. "Are you okay? Maybe you should rest for a while.""Huh? Why?"
Bella"My wife," a man's voice said. I didn't know who he was; I couldn't see him and only heard his voice."Hmm?""My wife,""Hmm?""My wife!"I jolted awake, drenched in sweat, and felt an inexplicable thrill.My wife.Whose voice was that? Why do I often hear him in my sleep? Why do I always respond to his call?I've been working as Mr. Maximus Lardizabal's secretary for a week. Since then, I've been experiencing this kind of dream. I see nothing but darkness, no objects or people, just that voice saying those words.My wife. Who is this voice calling out to?Me?I shook my head before looking at my child, still sleeping peacefully. I kissed his forehead before getting up and leaving our room to drink some cold water.As I passed through the living room, I glanced at the wall clock and saw it was already half past four in the morning. I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep now, and with my work schedule, I might be late and get fired by my boss if I did. So, I decided to start the d
BellaMy job as Mr. Lardizabal's secretary is exhausting and completely drains my energy. I'm the only one handling everything in his office, handling tasks that Mr. Aries can no longer manage. It's fine because the pay is really good, but I've spent two weeks consistently working overtime in my month working for him.I've been losing time with my son, who needs my attention as well, and I'm so thankful that Aunt Amor and the others love him so much. I've also been going to bed late and waking up early because of unexpected dreams that leave my mind in chaos. Who is that "my wife," the voice of a man in my dreams referring to? As time passes, the man's voice becomes more familiar. What's even more frustrating is that sometimes the voice sounds so sensual, as if he's moaning while saying "my wife." I often feel a strange wetness between my legs that I can't explain.I shook my head, trying to push those thoughts away while working. The office tasks are crucial because my boss has consid