"WHO are some famous fashion designers you admire?" The editor asked Sandra."Amara Froster from Rarissime," Sandra answered."Oh, the famous Lady Amaral Not surprised though, everyone loves that lady," the editor laughed."Yeah, she was just my favorite courtier and we become friends accidentally.""How did you decide on the name of your clothing line? Ellipsis, right?""It is pretty interesting to talk about it. An ellipsis is a punctuation mark of three dots that shows an omission of words, represents a pause, or suggests there's something left unsaid." Sandra said. "It means there is someting more, it means that there's still something that has not been voiced out yet. Ellipsis means this is not the end, there is so much more, but I won't tell you just yet. I'll show you." "My life has always been like that. I almost want to end everything with a period but I choose to write ellipsis because I want more, I want to tell more. Another reason why Ellipsis is because I have a clothi
THE show started and they provided a private room for Sandra. The room was located above, and she could overlook what was happening below. It had a heavy-tinted mirror. Inside, there was also a table and a comfortable chair, and she was being served comfortably.The room had a one-way mirror wall where she could see the entire venue, and her room faced the runway. She could freely see what was below her and enjoy the room by herself. There were speakers in every corner of the room, so she could clearly hear what was happening below.As the show began, the designers were introduced one by one, along with their designs. One of the designers introduced was Amara, followed by Sandra. What she liked about this show was that they respected privacy.After a while, a woman arrived and adjusted the microphone she would use for her speech. Once her design was shown, she spoke."Hello, this is Elle. I would like to thank the host for having me here. I would like to thank everyone who believe in m
He sees the long-awaited hope right in front of him. He can finally see it up close. He can now admire how beautiful Sandra is. She looks so beautiful in her silver fishtail dress. The exposure of her smooth shoulder adds to her allure. Her collarbone also looks tempting. Her eyes were soft as if she never cry. Denver just gazes at her, at his wife, or can he say she was his wife. She looks fine without him, making him hesitate whether he should win Sandra back or not. He couldn't escape the sight of Sandra's tears glistening before she turned away from him. Denver simply watched as Sandra walked away from him.He wants to cross the distance between them and jus tightly embrace Sandra from behind, whispering the words he wants to say to her, words that he don't know if he'll get the chance to say to her. But he doesn't have enough strength to face Sandra. He's still guilty about what he had done. He's ashamed of what he has done. He feels like he does nog have the right. Because he
Almost 2 Years Ago...He steps on the gas while his fingers are weakening. He feels like the tips of his fingers were numb and it doesn't feel right. He feels that something is wrong, he is excited to tell Sandra and confess his true feelings to her. It was almost three o'clock when he looked at his watch.The sun was still up and it seemed like it was just noon. He took the road where he knew his trip would be easier in case, what he didn't expect was an accident on the bridge. It took him almost an hour there and he was restless. He was squirming in the car because of annoyance.He was already nervous and everything, his annoyance increased because of the bad luck he just encounter. He finally arrived at their house safely. It's just that he couldn't find Sandra inside the house. He tried to call her, he smiled bitterly when he realized that this was the first time he would call his wife. He felt guilty but he kept on searching for her anyway.When he couldn't really find Sandra in
"HONEY!" Madame Madelle yelled angrily at her husband."I'm descending! Just a second!" Her husband, Anthony Ybarra, responded with a louder voice.Anthony walked over and kissed his wife on the cheek."Beautiful, aren't we?" Madame Madelle grinned."Always, my love. Always this lovely." Anthony responded."Of course, if I don't, you'll never love me," Madelle teased him."What? Why do you think that way?" Anthony was upset."Those spoiled brats saying it's all--""Stop. Stop," Anthony replied. "We've been married for almost 40 years. It never occurs to me, Madelle. You know me, and I know you. You are aware of our real story. My love, if no one else believes in you, then at least believe in yourself."Madelle said, "Ah. Ah. That's enough. Fine, fine. Whatever."Anthony gave Madelle a tender kiss after giving his wife a loving glance.He said, "I always love you.""I know," replied Madelle. "By the way, has your son been in touch with you yet? He never returns my calls; I wonder what
12 YEARS AGO... Cali was waiting for his very best friend, Denver The Great, in front of their faculty - faculty of Architecture. He saw Denver's car parked in front. A woman got out of her friend's car, as expected, you'd be surprised if no women got out of her car. The car is like a passenger car, the only thing missing is a payment to become a legal business. Denver parked his car at the corner of the faculty. A Denver Ybarra moves gracefully and smoothly. Cali greeted him with a frown. "Is that why you don't want me to pick you up because you have something to deliver?" Cali asked. Denver just smiled at him plainly. "I didn't deliver him," Denver reasoned. "He's still in the third faculty, diesel is expensive." "As expected, your grandfather is in a panic." Cali sighed after. Denver didn't pay attention to Cali anymore, and Cali, who had been used to it for a long time but still couldn't bear to see her every day, was a different woman. "You have a lot of trust
"FOOLISH, what is that?" Cali asked with a laugh when he saw a wound on Denver's lip. "Tell me, have I become less handsome?" Cali's face soured upon hearing this. "Stupid. It's because of your attitude that you always end up in trouble. Airy. Arrogant." "I'm not. They were just jealous of me. And," Denver pointed at himself. "Even if you do, what about it? Isn't it true? I boast since I have something to boast of." "You know, that's not enough for you," said Cali to Denver's wound. "You should love Barney, eh. Apart from their envy and anger towards you, they should also be resentful that they couldn't accept you, they poured it all on you." "Wait a minute. Is it someone else who hates me or you? Also, are you on my side or them? Am I on your side? Am I your friend?" "What's the big deal about the it? My point is, that's not enough," then Cali pressed his friend's wound, "that, and that's yours. It's not enough. They should have done worse since you deserve it." "Tsk." "You
CALI stares seriously at Denver who's working on his table. Madame Madelle let her son work in this state. Cali can see the determination in Denver's eyes. After Denver constantly begged his parents to help him, his parents made a deal with him. They'll help if he's willing to help himself. Cali also secretly informs Madame Madelle about his whereabouts. As a friend, he couldn't help but feel sorry. Especially when their other friends found out that his wife was missing which instead of helping, made their friend's feelings worse. "So what now?" Cali asked. Denver didn't glance at him but he heard him sigh. He propped his elbows on the table and then massaged his temples. "Don't know. I might as well go hide myself from everyone," Denver answered. "I'll help in any possible way I can. I can investigate if you can't," Cali said. "It's not thay I can't, Cali. But I want to find my wife without your help, my parents help, everyone's help. Because it only means one thing, I know my
"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