Altezza slumped dejectedly. He leaned his back against the edge of the bed, hugged his knees, and rested his forehead between them. His chest felt tight, his tears unstoppable now. Never in his life had he felt such pain. Even when Jovanka left him and chose her career over him, Altezza didn't feel as miserable as this. They were both abandoned, but why did this feeling now hurt so much? Guilt dominated his thoughts, while longing squeezed his chest. The image of Adaline's smile filled his mind's eye. Just yesterday he felt his wife's belly and felt the movement of their twin babies. And now he couldn't see any of them anymore.His phone kept vibrating, Jovanka's name displayed on the screen. Altezza didn't know how many times she had tried to reach him. He didn't want to know. That woman had ruined everything. She had shattered everything until Altezza felt there was nothing left for him.Was Jovanka's love for him as she claimed?Then what kind of love did she have for him, who even
Jovanka was searching for Altezza. She visited the hotel owned by the man's family. However, her presence was vehemently rejected by the owner of the hotel himself. Who else but Sir Benjamin Quirino.The elderly man approached her after the commotion she caused in the hotel lobby. Not wanting to deal with the police, the former father-in-law of Jovanka finally came down and met Jovanka face-to-face."What are you doing in my place?" He asked coldly. Benjamin Quirino was someone who always yielded to his wife's desires. But when it came to matters outside his family, he was a firm and often cold man.Now, the man, still standing tall at sixty-two, was staring at Jovanka with a cynical look. If only this gaze were directed at his business associates, it wouldn't be the gaze they desired. But this time, he was facing Jovanka, a woman he considered to have lost her sanity. So, she wouldn't be disturbed at all."Padre..." Jovanka uttered pleadingly."Who are you calling Padre?" The man ask
"Don't pretend not to know, Antony," Jovanka snapped. She was fed up with her cousin Altezza's pretense. "You were a witness at our wedding.""Hmm... is that so? When was that?" He frowned, pretending to think. "Because as far as I remember, just a few months ago, I was a witness at my cousin's wedding. Which one of my cousins did you marry? Him?" He pointed his thumb at Gian, who was sitting on the long sofa on his right."Antony. I'm not joking. And your jokes are not funny!" Jovanka yelled."Do I look like I'm joking?" Antony looked at Gian and Duncan alternately. Both men shook their heads. "So, Gian. Is this woman your wife?""Antony!" Jovanka stood up with rising anger. Her fists clenched. "My husband is Altezza Quirino!""Ahh... Altezza." Antony looked at Jovanka. Still with his casual attitude. "So he's your husband?" Jovanka gritted her teeth. Antony clapped his hands. "Oh, right. I forgot. Six years ago, I was there and witnessed your wedding." Antony said again. Jovanka sat
Altezza's Point of ViewI blink, rubbing my throbbing temples. Lack of sleep and appetite leave my body feeling weak. I glance at my phone, which I had previously tossed carelessly, and try to turn it back on. Dozens of missed calls and messages flood in. They all come from different numbers, but I know they're all from Jovanka. And I choose to continue ignoring them.The clock reads five-twenty. There's still plenty of time before dinner. I decide to scroll through social media again, hoping Adaline has posted something that could give me a clue to her whereabouts. Though it's a slim hope because Adaline isn't one to post every little thing on social media. But it seems luck is on my side.And indeed, she has uploaded something. A photo of brownies topped with whipped cream and strawberries. It seems Adaline is currently fond of sweet treats, especially chocolate. Unconsciously, I find myself smiling. As has become my habit over the past two days, I've been seeing my wife's face on h
Adaline felt a surge of pain in her chest. "Altezza?" The name echoed in her mind. "Sweetheart, are you okay?" her mother asked, worried. Her forehead creased as she looked at her daughter's expression. "I'm fine, Mom," she replied, hoping her smile would reassure her mother. "I'm okay." She repeated. Physically, she was fine, more than fine. But her heart wasn't. "Are you sure? Your face looks pale." Her mother stared at her intensely. Adaline glanced at her mother, pinched and patted her cheeks to bring some color back. "It's because of my anemia, Mom. So it's normal for my face to look pale. Pregnant women usually look pale too," she joked. Her mother still looked at her with an unbelieving gaze. Their attention shifted when someone urgently pressed the doorbell. Mother and daughter exchanged glances. "Let me get it." Her mother replied. Adaline nodded. Gian appeared at the door with a pale face. His expression was panicked, and his appearance was disheveled. "Gian. Come
Altezza opened his eyes, but he quickly covered them with one hand. The dazzling light hurt his eyes. Altezza squinted, trying to adjust his vision and figure out where he was now. As far as he remembered, he had just had an accident, but strangely what he saw now was not the ceiling of a hospital or the view of a treatment room, but large branches and dense foliage.Altezza sat up. He was quite surprised because he didn't feel the pain he should feel. He looked at his body and felt fine. But why was he there? Why was he in this vast green field? Why was he lying under a shady tree before?Altezza turned and was quite surprised to see someone he knew sitting next to him and even smiling at him. "Sir?" he asked, surprised.How long had they not met? If Altezza remembered correctly, the last time he saw that man was about eight years ago. "What are you doing here?" Altezza asked again.The man stared back at Altezza in surprise. "I should be asking you the same. Why are you here?" The m
Adaline sat motionless in her place. Her husband's body trembled violently, then convulsed momentarily. All the screens next to the man blared loudly.Adaline could only stare at her husband with an empty gaze. Someone wrapped their arms around her shoulders, pulling her back just as the paramedics arrived."We're leaving, Honey," said Delila's voice. Adaline turned her head and shook it, but Delila kept urging her to go."Mamma... Altezza... he..." she pointed to her husband. Mrs. Delila only nodded and continued to escort her out of the ICU room.Her mother-in-law settled Adaline into a long chair in the hallway. Adaline sat in silence. The commanding screams echoed only in her head. She twisted her hands, praying silently, hoping that God would return the man she loved.This wasn't the first time Altezza had an attack. But it was always frightening for her whenever it happened.Three months. Altezza had been in a coma for three months. Although the doctors said he showed progress,
Adaline felt kicks in her stomach. She groaned softly. Her eyes opened, and she could see the hospital ceiling in front of her.Wasn't she in the ICU earlier? Since when was she moved to the regular ward?Adaline glanced at the bed next to her. It was clear she had returned to the regular room she had been in. But her husband's bed, which was usually occupied, was empty.Adaline closed her eyes with her arm. She felt the IV needle in her left hand. It seemed she had passed out again, something that had happened frequently lately.Adaline heard her room door open, but she didn't want to turn or see anyone who came in.Footsteps and the sound of wheels approached her bed."Madam..."That voice? It sounded hoarse, but Adaline knew it so well. The voice she had longed to hear. Unwanted tears fell again. How could she daydream at a time like this..."Madam, do you really not want to see me again?"The tone of that voice? It sounded sad yet also joyful at the same time."Are you teasing me