"SANDRA?" Sandra turned to the woman who called her name. Sandra is not familiar with the woman. "Oh? I am Rachell," introduced the woman. "I am one of Denver's friends." "Where the hell did you go, Rachell?" A blonde woman came. "Who the hell is this?" "Bitch, that's Sandra. Denver's wife." "Oh, the bitch?" Sandra secretly winced when she heard the sharp tongue of the woman she thought was a corn because of her hair. "What the heck, Fionna?" "What?" Fionna asked Rachell annoyed. "Just hurry up. What are you doing here, you are entertaining a garbage?" Rachell smiled at Sandra before saying goodbye. Sandra just sighed and continued shopping. When she leave the house, she will meet people who will ruin her day. She doesn't want to be stressed because she is pregnant. She has been avoiding everything that can only make her feel worse but she really can't avoid the events that are destined. She just carry up the groceries she bought and then got in a taxi and went home. She l
"IT'S still morning, where are you going?"Denver found Sandra outside the house. She was standing in front of her own car, holding her phone in her right hand and her bag tucked into her arm. "Ah. I'm going somewhere important." "Where? It's just sunrise. It's very important where you're going, how you're so early?" Sandra just smiled at her husband. "It's really important. For myself. You know that, you also need time for yourself. Where I'm going to is very important because I'm going to go myself." Denver didn't really understand what his wife was saying. "Alright. I just asked because you might be going somewhere else. Maybe someone will see you out there." "I wonder if someone sees me out there?" Denver shrugged and then just let Sandra go. "Alright, wherever you go, be careful. As long as I don't hear anything about you seeing a man up." Sandra stopped herself because of what she heard from her husband. Her hands were clenched when she entered her car. She took a d
"WHAT if let's just divorce?" Denver seemed to be deaf to what he heard from his wife. He couldn't believe what Sandra just said, divorce? Denver can't believe that the first time Sandra talks about their marriage is divorce? "What?" Denver asked Sandra. "Let's get a divorce, Denver." Sandra laughed when she saw her husband's look. There is no emotion but there is a hint of confusion. "I somehow agree with what people think about marriage without love. Aren't you tired of me? I bet you are. You are fed up with what you hear from your friends, from other people from your investors, secretary. Whether it's you or board members, directors or even your financial head." "What are you talking about Sandra?" Denver asked in surprise. "Doesn't your ear hurt on what you hear? Because if I were you, I would have been deaf to what they were saying for a long time. Wouldn't it be better if you just obeyed them? It would be for your own good. And besides you don't really love me, do you
DENVER sat down at Sandra's bed. He can't find her around the house. He rested for a while then he got back on his feet and left the room. As he steps outside the house it is already dark. He calmed himself and entered their house again. "I'm sure she just went to something important. She'll be back, of course. She'll be home." After he calmed himself, he went to the kitchen and decided to prepare something to eat. He prepared steak and vegetable salad. He decided to stay up until midnight. He distracted himself by watching movies and documentaries. He almost slept then he realized it was already 2 o'clock. 'Why isn't she home yet? Where did she go? What did take her too long?'He tried to call her. For the first time he will call her, in this situation. It makes him realize how does Sandra feel about waiting for him until late in the evening. It makes him anxious because of knowing nothing. 'Now that I came to realize these things, how can I sit here and do nothing. Do you know
"DENVER!" Fionna yelled, sprinting toward Denver.She noticed him on the side of the road, his phone in his ear. Denver only gave him a sidelong glance and did not greet her. "What exactly are you doing here?" Fionna inquired.Denver put down his phone and opened his car door."I'm very busy, Fion." "Wait, I can help you!" she exclaimed. Denver, on the other hand, jumped into the driver's seat and began maneuvering his vehicle. Fionna smirked as she gazed at Denver's car. "Oh, crap."'WHAT if she is at her friend's house? You know, even if Tina is dead, I think she'll go wherever she remembers Tina because she doesn't have anyone else except Tina. I think Sandra will seek comfort at her friend's grave.'When Denver learned of Cali's theory, he almost shiver.'I'm curious if you'll do the same to me; will you come to my grave as if I'm a safe haven?'Cali burst out laughing at what he said.'Oh, how could you? When you are unable to do so with your wife.'Denver stop himself from cu
"INVITE her to come for dinner, Denver." Denver hardly swallowed on what his Father said. He visited them to hopefully get the clothes he left behind. "I'll let you know, Dad. But she might be busy right now." While his father is busy interviewing him, his mother is at the corner and reading a newspaper. "Why? What's the problem?" His father asked again."Hey, why can't she come? It's just dinner." Madame Madelle looked at her son but Denver lowered his gaze. Madame Madelle rolled her eyes and just continued on reading. "Dad, just sayinh. Besides, I'm busy too, that's it. Let's have dinner at home the next time." Madelle is not actually reading the newspaper but observing her son. "Denver, can we talk?" "Of course, Mom." Denver didn't show it but he was actually nervous about what his Mother might say. "What did you do last night?" Denver scratched her head. Because instead of Cali taking him directly to his house, Cali sent him to the Mansion. His mother brought him h
'I can not take it anymore. Honestly, I don't have the strength to fight anymore. I'm tired of running and I can't even walk. I can't even torture myself anymore.'She could feel the sweat running from her face to her neck as it wet her clothes. Her world was spinning and she almost lost consciousness. She was crying because of the pain in her chest that made it difficult for her to breathe. She opened the door of their house and went straight to the gate to ask for help. Then she felt a pain in her stomach. It's getting dark because it's late afternoon. "No. Can't. Help. Help!" She used all her strength to get out and go to the middle of the road but it was too late. She seems to have become deaf because of the fall. Her eyes are open but she can't feel anything. After a while she lost consciousness. Those who witnessed how Sandra got hit immediately run and surround her. The person who accidentally hit her immediately called an ambulance and repeatedly apologized. Sandra cou
SANDRA approached the doctor after the auction to thank him"Thank you for the hundred million," she stated happily."No, it's fine," the doctor replied with a warm smile."I appreciate your generosity, and it's for a good cause."The doctor exudes a friendly demeanor that makes her comfortable to chat with him."How about a cup of coffee or something I can get for you? You seem friendly. I'd also like to speak with you before the evening is over. Of course, if you're comfortable with it."Sandra paused for a moment, sensing her husband's dark stares from afar; however, this generous man is not dangerous; it's just that she will bear the consequences of her husband's flawed thinking at home."Sure," she said.They stopped by a nearby cafe and ordered coffee and bread."I'm sorry if you don't feel at ease with me; I mean no harm, but I get the feeling your husband is overly possessive of you."He also felt the gaze as if he wanted to take his life away and separate his soul from his bo
"You shouldn't have said that, Madame.""No. It's just right that I told him that. If he still has a conscience, if he can still think about of the others, he will do it. I spoiled him all the time, but that doesn't mean I can't discipline him. I would prefer to support Sandra in hiding rather than help them reconcile. I keep saying it over and over again, he doesn't deserve a second chance. He broke her once, but the damage was everlasting."Cali could only sigh as she watched Madame Madelle. This is a conversation where it seems she no longer wants to make with his child and Sandra to reconcile, but Cali feels the guilt within him. She is always saying that it's partly her fault, which he cannot argue against.I was forced. They are pushing it too much. They believed that infatuation is love, but it's merely an attraction—an attraction that ultimately leads both of them to ruin. It's a pity they didn't work out. "And there, it seems he couldn't handle my words; he left the house, a
"WHY are we here?" Anthony asked his wife once more. They were both standing in front of a metal gate with classical carvings. "Hm? I told you, we are going to meet a relative," Madelle happily answered her husband. "Relative? Mine or yours?" Anthony curiously asked his wife who was now gradually getting annoyed by the number of questions. "Ours, Anthony. Also, is it possible? You asked right, since leaving the Philippines, you've been asking more and more questions." "It's because you're confused. We don't have any relatives here? My family side is in Australia, yours. . ." Anthony stopped when Madelle gave him a bad look, "well." "Is it possible, I don't want to face them like this. You are ruining the mood, too much." "It's really my fault, it's you who acted impulsively. My goodness," Anthony scratched the back of his neck because Maddie didn't hit him. "We've been here for a while now. Why don't you ring the doorbell when we get inside," suggested Anthony. "Can you wait a
"THAT is all we got, Madame," said Madame Madelle's secretary. Madame was scanning through the papers and every single page of it was interesting. She didn't think everyone would reach such scenes. Even the two famous doctors were involved, and of course, the one and only, Cali. Madame Madelle sighed softly. She dismissed her secretary and proceeded on reading. When she read all the details of what Sandra has gone three years ago, she just closed her eyes because she was also guilty. She felt that she was not a good mother-in-law. But looking at the papers again, she smiled. Maybe it's a blessing in disguise. Despite everything she manages to go this far. Madame Madelle is beyond proud. If she was the only one in Sandra's situation, she would have chosen to wait until she died. Or worse she might think of getting revenge. She can't be the only one aggrieved, there should be sympathy. Madame Madelle looked at her watch and realized it was near dusk. From what he found out t
DENVER was sitting quietly in the living room when his mother came to him. Madame Madelle looked at him intently. The maid has also served him coffee, it's been so long since he came home and his mother just came home. He knows his mom has done something horrible to Abby. And he didn't want to ask anything, afraid that his mother might say something. His mother's face was reder than a tomato all thanks to the mixture of annoyance and anger. "Denver!" She points her finger at him. That alone made him know he really fucked up. He secretly shook his head. "Who are you really kidding, Denver? You can't serve two kings! You can't have two women! Grow up and stand. Choose who you really want to have. Do you really want Sandra to come back? Because if I'm the only one you ask, I'll support Sandra to hide and never show up on you again! Who would believe you love her if you're still like that? Still fooling around." Denver didn't say anything. The last time, he heard nothing. N
OH, goodness! When it rains, it pours. If it was Denver the other day, now it's Cali. Sandra suppressed a grimace due to Cali's beaming smile at her. “What now?” Sandra asked, her voice tinged with exasperation. “How are you?! We haven't talked in a long time!” Cali said, his enthusiasm almost overbearing. Sandra almost rolled her eyes in annoyance at the man in front of her. She didn't understand why he had suddenly appeared and what his intentions were. “Speak. I'm listening,” she said curtly. “Wow, so formal.” “Did he send you?” Sandra asked irritably, narrowing her eyes. “Who?” Cali feigned innocence. “Who else? And be straightforward with me. Why are you here? What do you want? I swear, you and Denver better stop bothering me, or I'll press charges!” “Did you see Denver? When?” Cali asked curiously. “Stop with the antics, Cali! If you irritate me any further, I will punch you!” A woman entered the café and sat beside Cali. “Hi, I'm Anastasia,” the woman introduced her
"ARE you home?" Sandra asked the nanny over the phone."We just arrived, Ma'am," the nanny replied."Alright. I'm coming home," she then ended the call.She's nervous. All of a sudden, she feels like something is wrong. She definitely sees the determination in his eyes. When she looked in the mirror, she saw a car following her from behind. She knows whose car it is. She doesn't know what she wants, but she wants to run away.The car follows her honks loudly, as if urging her to stop, but she doesn't want to. She doesn't want to listen to it. What? Why? For what?She thinks if she goes home, Denver will know where she lives. Or worse, he might see the kids, see her with the kids. She doesn't want that; what if he takes the kids away? But why is she here? It feels like just yesterday when Xyl told her he was in the Philippines and she was so happy to go clubbing with his mistress. Sandra angrily looked at the mirror again when it honked again."Damn it! Leave me alone!" she angrily sho
SANDRA was preparing breakfast when her little twins came to the kitchen and asked for a bottle of milk. Their eyes were still sleepy, which Sandra found cute.“Who wants some bread?” Sandra asked.“Me,” Demielle answered.“Fruits,” Denielle requested.“Hmm, okay,” she replied.“Mom, where's Dad?” asked Demi who's starting to get curious.“You mean, Daddy Xyl? He's out of the country. He left before Mommy Grace,” Sandra answered not giving too much attention to what her daughter asked. “Are they getting married?” Denielle spoke with the milk bottle in his mouth.“No speaking with your mouth full,” Sandra reminded them. “And no, they are not getting married yet.”Despite her answer to her son, Denie seems to know more.“Is Mommy Grace going to be a wife?” Demi innocently asked.“Yes, probably in the future," replied Sandra who starts getting curious why they are asking this kind of question.“Are you a wife, Mom?” Deni suddenly asked.“Of course, I am!” she answered enthusiastically.
Denver didn't know how to feel when he saw the photo his mother sent. It was annoying, frustrating, and infuriating. Especially now, seeing his mother smiling in front of him, sipping coffee, while his father was massaging her shoulders."I didn't know," his mother said. "I just intended to send a picture. I didn't know the camera went off.""You are lying again," he said angrily to his mother."I am not. I really don't know," she said, lowering the cup she was holding and looked at the photo again. "Wait, isn't that man beside her Dr. Xyl Infantes?""What?" Denver snatched his mother's phone aggressively."Denver!""It can't be.""But it is, isn't it. He's the CEO of Hope Hospital Chain, specialized in cancer patients. I heard he was also a neurosurgeon. And his best friend Grace is also a neurosurgeon. Wow."Denver felt even more annoyed by his mother's explanation, so he just left."If you hadn't refused the conference, right? Then you'll blame me. You're such a good child," his mot
“Freedom? Paano naman ako? Paano naman ako na hanggang ngayon nandito pa rin 'yong sakit?” Denver stepped out of the elevator.“Bakit, Denver? Kaninong kasalanan ba lahat ng ito? Yes, nasasaktan ka hanggang ngayon, pero alam mo rin ba ‘yong sakit na kinimkim niya? You're being selfish here, Denver?”“Selfish? Pinabayaan ko kayo sa gusto niyo. Pagiging makasarili pa ba na hindi ko kayo hinabol at hinayaan ko kayo sa gusto ninyo? Telle then, am I the one being selfish here?”Hindi na lang sumagot si Grace. Napairap siya at tinalikuran niya ang lalaki, ngunit bago pa siya makalayo ay tumunog ang telepono niya. When she saw the caller ID, she smirked. She answer the call and put it in speaker.“What?” nang lumingon siya ay nakaharap na si Denver sa elevator.“You're coming home?” the man spoke.“Yeah,” Grace simply amswered.“Good, I and Sandra will prepare when you get back. Just tell us when?’Ding. The elevator opened.“Geez, sure. Might as well confess your love. It's been three years