A bad marriage is worse than no marriage at all. That's what I said to my sister every time she confides to me about his husband's infidelity.
That's what I also told Owen, that if he has a change of heart, just let me know and let me go. Because we'll never know what the future holds; it's better to be prepared than be burned when everything's too late. Afterall we started our relationship with honesty before romance and have been practising this for as long as I can remember.
We started our life as husband and wife at Aberdeen a week after our grand wedding in London. It was rushed but it was definitely perfect, just like the one I've been dreaming of. Thank God for a rich husband that we managed to afford all the last-minute
I always admire people who never forget their friends regardless how long it's been since they last met.Four years ago, I was proud to be one of those people, to lend a hand when needed. Isn't there a saying a friend in need is a friend indeed?My boss was supposed to be one of the panels for new employee recruitment but he had a family emergency so he asked me to replace him. That's the moment I met Evie after our last encounter at New York.I was totally surprised to know she hadn't landed a single job in oil and gas industry despite graduated around the same time as me. Instead, she had been working as a cashier and part-time cleaner. It was weird considering she's married to a billionaire; how the hell a wife to one of the ri
"There she is," Karl whispers to me as I smile to myself seeing Evie walks on the white carpet in her eldest's son arm.The entire top deck of this cruise ship is filled with champagne colored roses making it the most beautiful wedding deco I've ever seen. The view is spectacular because the ship is anchored with mountains as the background, sea breeze filling the air, the right temperature and weather; everything is absolutely perfect and dreamy.Thirteen year old Mason is so much taller than her mother. I was already surprised seeing his twin, Mimi next to their dad at the stage, holding the ring as they wait for Evie and Mason, but seeing the teenage boy himself, oh my God. He's gonna break girls' heart soon enough.Two identical flower boys whom I believe are Evie and Augustine's twin toddlers walk with an adorable flower girl in the middle, scattering champagne colored rose petals as Evie and Mason walk behind them.The song stops after Mason hands out Evie to his father, and I ca
Pao is two years old.Owen met Hugo three years ago.Owen and Hugo got married two years ago.So to sum it up, Pao is their daughter, but was born before they got married officially. Because currently I'm comparing the date of birth versus the date of the wedding.There is no information when I google about Owen, he didn't even post about Pao at his social media. That's why I have no idea he's already married and has a kid. He hasn't updated anything about his personal life, they're all about his restaurants or his cookware brand or his modelling photos.Hugo, however, his entire life is on spotlight that I know even the name of his four ex
Thank God for workaholic coworkers that have the highest level of ignorance, no boundary whatsoever on work-life balance because the moment my phone rang I picked it up and packed up to get away from my ex. There's a reason they're an ex. An ex should always stay an ex. They belong to the past, nowhere near my future. I ended up giving him a fake number then flashed from the scene, ditching my earlier plan to spend my entire lunch break at the park. It's somehow funny, though I'm somewhat mad, by the audacity of this man to even talk to me when four years ago he left me without any last word. Or last year when he met me again but there wasn't even an apology. Or regret, remorse. Nothing of that sort that signify he's impacted as bad as I was. "Estelle."
"I usually give her sweet stuff only on Saturdays because it's not school night. Now since it's summer, Hugo sneaks in chocolate or something behind my back all the time. So tired of chasing her to bed."He's been ranting like a true housewife, reminding me of my mom so much I bet he'd fit right in her circle. It's refreshing to see this side of him. He has all those DILF package, too bad he's married and gay.Though he certainly got my uterus vibrating again, itching to fill it with something so we'd have one Pao each.Huh, if only I can get pregnant that easy.
I'm suddenly color blind, because those red flags are looking real white right now. In fact, I'll gladly be running all around New York waving that red flag happily. Because I'm one satisfied woman when I'm being taken care like this. I mean, look at this spread! Instead of just having one dish for dinner, there's so many varieties as if it's a party. "Stop! We're supposed to be mad!" Her whisper-shout makes me stop chewing the content in my mouth. Oh shit. I really am a bad accomplice; I was too hungry since I skipped lunch that I accidentally took a bite of the chicken despite our pact to show our protest by not eating dinner. I grin at her as I reluctantly put the drummet on my plate, "Sowwi
It's April, right in the middle of Spring. Everybody is wearing colorful clothes celebrating the perfect weather, blending in with the beautiful surrounding.Blooming flowers, green trees, I used to love this season. In fact, it's my favorite season because I get to show off my pink dresses instead of hiding them in coats or cardigans.But today, I dig my simple midi black dress at the back of my closet, the one I always wear on April 5th.She would be five this year.For four consecutive years, this day fell on working day. This year, it falls on a Saturday.My best friends must have realised this too that's why they flied here early this week, just to be with me. What would I do if they're not in my life. I would'v
"If Santiago is out of the picture, who is the..." he doesn't finish his sentence, just waiting for me to fill it up."I picked a donor last week."He suddenly removes his black suit jacket and places it on his lap, then rids his cuff links that's engraved with OH, putting them in the pocket of his slacks. The neck tie was loosened, then the top two buttons of his dress shirt were made undone.Sensing the rising temperature of the man sitting next to me, I quickly add, "I never thought it'd be so much fun shopping for a sperm donor. Green eyes, blonde hair, six feet four. Do you know that green eyes are dominant compared to my blue eyes? My baby's gonna have green eyes!"He does't say
👱🏻 "We shouldn't do this, Owen." At this rate I'm just gonna agree to anything she says because tomorrow night she'll be here again, asking for another dose of release. We're in a toxic cycle alright, but we're definitely communicating healthily. I listen to her rant about the guilt she has for coming over to my room almost every night, but she can't help it because according to her, her judgement is currently being clouded with hormones. And I do talk to her as well, opening up about my hope that we unite as a couple, for ourselves and also for our daughters. But she asks for time, since she's still in therapy so she could be heavily influenced by the drugs she's taking daily. We function as best friends from day to day, co-parenting our kids in this apartment, though I do plan sometime in the future to convince her about all of us moving back to my place, to where it all began. "Do you want me to stop?" I ask her after she whines a couple more times. She bites her lips as sh
👱🏻's POV"Papa, can I eat this banana?" Pao asks when I was still supervising Iva gobbling the steamed broccoli, since we're going with baby-led weaning."Are you sure you wanna eat it? Can you take a smaller banana? You just ate dinner, it's too big I think. You wouldn't be able to finish the whole thing. Why don't you grab a smaller one on the counter, hm Princesa?"She turns to Estelle that is still eating her food, "Mama, is this banana too big?""Nahh, it's average." She answers nonchalantly to which I put my hand on my chest, "Ouch. That hurts." Because that banana is the size of my ding dong.She laughs once she realises what she just said, "It is what it is, Papa."
🧑🏼's POVHugo has moved to Barcelona three months ago so we're officially living in one place since then.Yes, we. Including me, the father of these girls.Iva is seven months old now so she has started eating solid food last month. That means she's sleeping better and longer, also drinking milk lesser making both of us much more relaxed since she's only up during the day and sound asleep the entire night.Which only means..."Where are you going?" I ask her when she comes out of her room dressed in an off-shoulder red dress that hugs her curves perfectly. Her boobs look hella amazing with a deep cleavage showed through the
👱🏻's POVShe gives birth to our daughter at the mark of her 39th week of pregnancy after spending nearly two weeks at the hospital, arrested for bedrest all thanks to me and my stupidity.Me, of all people, know how high risk is her pregnancy but of course I have to screw it up by being immature myself for her immature actions. I should've shut up instead of screaming at her when she was obviously scared, her whole body trembled with blood drained from her face. I fucking owe it to her if anything happens to our daughter.Thankfully we're blessed with a healthy dark-haired, clear blue eyes baby girl, or should I say, she gave birth to a mini her. I'm officially a father to three girls.I make it possible to fly her best friends as soon as possible and pla
"How far along are you?"The fact that this would be the first time he has ever said anything to me since the fight makes me stop drinking my water as I put down the glass on the hard surface in front of me, finally taking the whole view of the man I didn't share the bed with last night. Instead, I cried like a pathetic human being on the couch while talking to my best friends.Well, just two more nights then he can relieve his duty to Kimmie since she's wrapping up her work to be here with me until delivery.As of last night's video call, I'm instructed to engage with my psychologist first thing in the morning because according to her, "This is a cry for help, exactly like five years ago. Call her, set an appointment, talk to her before you become suicidal again
I really don't wanna leave work when the clock hits 6, wanting to delay as long as I can by pretending I need to finish up everything though in reality, all those can wait. Time goes so slow until I've had it with my back pain so I packup and leave the office. If he stays, he stays. If he doesn't, so what. Life goes on. Afterall, I never wanted to be with him after the baby's out. It's just me and my girls. As expected, he's not home when I unlock my place at 10. I don't have the appetite to eat because all I want to do once I realise he really isn't home is to lie on the bed and hide under the blanket. It's pathetic of me to look for him at every corner after what I did. I literally sent him away in a silver platter. I drop my bag on the floor then go under the duvet without minding my work clothes, covering my
"Pao, can you tell Papa again what you just told me?"The man who just returned from his morning jog stops drinking his water immediately, eyeing his daughter who's busy making a bead necklace with Mia at the kitchen island."Hmmm? Which part?" She asks, still focusing on her art."The boy part.""Boy?" I knew he'd react this way, "What boy? Why? What happened? And which boy is this? Do I know him? What happened, Pao?""Relax, he didn't do anything." I jump in before he over-reacts further making all of us uncomfortable."Yeah, he just kissed me." The little girl answers nonchalantly to which his Papa raises his voice in shock, "What?!"
"Be honest, do I look pretty?"I have this important meeting today at the office so I'm hoping my pregnancy won't be the spotlight. My work should be, as always. I sometimes hate how I get special treatment just because I'm pregnant, or the fact this is my first baby after ten years. I'm not fragile, I'm just pregnant.I mean, yeah, thank you for being sensitive. But I can work just fine. Stop asking me to go home when it's only 4. I'm capable to stay until late evening, just as I've been doing every Monday and Tuesday for the past seven months."You want me to be honest or to tell you pretty?"I can't believe he had the audacity to joke like that when I'm all serious this morning.He grins perhaps finally catching the invisi
Have you ever done something stupid which afterwards when you've recovered from the high, you now feel the cringe every time you remember the bits of it?I wish I didn't sleep with him last night.I wish I thought about it, and said no instead of diving into it. Though I did say no, I was just weak; incapable to decline his charm. I mean, who'd say no to a fine specimen like that, someone who you've been fantasising for a while now.I wore his shirt for a reason, and why would I settle for the shirt if I can have the man himself. Why would I smell the shirt to feel him when I can have him right inside me, filling me to the brim.I've spent the entire day at the office thinking