On Friday after work, Adaline, her mother, and her aunt were picked up by a luxurious car that immediately took them to Quirino Ev. A beautiful receptionist even deliberately escorted them to the top floor of the hotel, where a Presidential Suite room was located. "Oh my God, Ada..." Emma exclaimed in amazement as they entered the room. "Is this a hotel or a palace? So luxurious. In all my life, this is the first time I've entered such a nice hotel," the middle-aged woman said as she walked into each room in the suite. Located on the top floor of the hotel with a beautiful view of the capital city, Adaline knew that this was not a cheap hotel. Even the hotel room had its own swimming pool that offered a beautiful view. Although Adaline had saved up money all her life, she would hesitate to spend it just to spend one night in this place. It would be better for her to use it to buy a house or even start a business. But now, considering her status as the prospective daughter-in-law o
Adaline's POVI woke up with a heavy head.All night, Mom and I cried over the behavior of my late father's brother who came to our house and embarrassed us, especially by bringing up my status as an adopted child. The truth is, I'm not my parents' biological child. Even though they never brought it up, never made it an issue. But still, my late father's brother disliked my presence so much. Even though I've always tried to be a good child. I never acted like a niece demanding anything from her uncle. I even always gave whatever I had to my cousin if he asked for it. But still, they never liked me.My late father also often boosted my spirits. Saying not to pay attention to my uncle's words. My uncle just felt jealous because my father's affection was more towards me, who had no blood relation to him, rather than to Roby's child, who was his biological nephew.I never made an issue out of it. I didn'
"Triggered by what?" my mother asks back, her forehead creased, almost undoing the effects of the Botox she uses."Triggered by the excitement of hearing her gentle voice," I say, causing my father to stifle a laugh while my mother appears to widen her eyes. Clearly, the woman who gave birth to me is surprised by my indecent words. But it doesn't end there because I continue my sentence. "Imagine being me. After days of restraining myself from thinking about and missing my future wife, suddenly I have to contact her to comfort her. Everything I've been holding back will come rushing back.""I can't hold myself back. And if my passion peaks because of all the erotic thoughts about my future wife, do you want me to spend my time in the bathroom and..." The words about to come out of my mouth are stopped by my mother's chubby hand."Don't you dare speak like that, Altezza Quirino!" She growls without removing her hand from
Adaline has been brought downstairs and is now left with one of the makeup artists (MUA) and a wedding organizer (WO) staff member who are watching over her. Adaline sits at the end of the sofa, focusing her attention on the glowing flat screen in front of her. They will broadcast her wedding procession live. Adaline herself doesn't know how many cameramen the Altezza family has hired for this sacred event. What's certain is that she, who was initially unsure about her wedding, is now shocked by all the decorations she sees. How luxurious and beautiful. Something Adaline never imagined she would experience before."The groom has entered the hall." She hears the voice through the walkie-talkie of the W.O personnel in her room. And from the screen, Adaline can see how handsome her husband is. He looks dashing with his appearance. Delila and Benjamin Quirino flank him on his left and right. Behind them walk Sir Arthur and his wife, Brianna. Then the rest of the fam
Altezza lifted her head as she heard the bathroom door open and saw the petite figure emerge wearing an oversized black hotel bathrobe that draped down to her calves. "Isn't that supposed to be mine?" she asked, seeing Adaline looking around."Huh? Oh, um, that..." Adaline glanced around the room. "Have you seen a black totebag around here? I brought a change of clothes yesterday, and I kept the totebag in the bathroom cabinet. It was there this morning, but now it's gone." The girl spoke with a puzzled tone as she searched here and there, while Altezza furrowed her brow."Maybe it's in another room," Altezza suggested, walking toward the bathroom. "But could you take off the bathrobe for now? If you wear it, what will I wear?""Uh..." Adaline bit her lower lip in confusion. She couldn't just take it off without getting something in return. "Let me find my totebag first. Once I find it, I'll return the bathrobe." With that, the girl dashed out of the room in a hurry.It took Altezza o
Altezza shrugged. "Yes, you're right. If only she was willing to marry me officially, we would have had a celebration like earlier. We might even have more guests, considering her profession."But what she wanted wasn't the same as what I wanted."She didn't want anyone else to know about our marriage. Not until she felt ready. She didn't even tell her parents. She didn't want our marriage to hinder her dreams and career." Altezza answered honestly again. "And we divorced three months ago. Because of the choices she made, which didn't align with mine. She chose to leave me.""D-do you still love her?" Adaline asked again, still looking at Altezza, seeking honesty."To be honest, I don't know," he replied with a thin smile. "Do you think love can just disappear like that?" He asked back. Adaline bit her lip."I don't know.""Have you never been in love?" Altezza asked, surprised. While Adaline shook her head softly."I'm not that brave, Sir. I'm even afraid he might pull away if I conf
On Monday, as Altezza had mentioned, they went to visit their friend who works as an obstetrician. A luxurious and feminine-looking maternity clinic stood among rows of residences in the Manhattan area.Oh, don't ask what happened to them last Sunday. Their clothes still haven't returned. Of course, they couldn't leave the room. Even when they asked for room service to deliver clothes from the hotel boutique, they refused on the grounds that Sir Benjamin didn't allow them to deliver anything except food.Certainly, it wasn't really their father's instruction; it was clearly an order from Altezza's mother. Who else could have such ridiculous thoughts if not the woman who had given birth to her?As a result, they spent the whole day watching TV, eating, and sleeping. Altezza even chose to swim without wearing anything because there were no spare clothes. Luckily, during lunch, the room service brought new towels and bathrobes.Back to the bustling clinic area. Adaline and Altezza were a
"Just find an obstetrician out there. But my advice as a friend is to stick to conventional methods because you're both young and healthy. If you're confident in your fertility, it won't take long to get pregnant," Stefanie said, half mockingly. "Besides, intimacy can enhance emotions, not only between husband and wife but also between parents and the baby." She continued, directing her words specifically to Adaline. I saw Adaline's face turn red from Stefanie's straightforward explanation, and strangely enough, I felt fondness for the woman who was now my wife.Adaline didn't respond to Stefanie's remarks. My petite wife seemed unsure of what to say, and I didn't have any other words to counter Stefanie. My high school friend turned to me and said, "Come on, Al. Act like a real man. Well, unless you can't 'rise' in front of your wife, then maybe I can help." He continued with a mocking tone."Damn it!" The curse slipped out of my mouth unintentionally. I turned and saw a surprised lo
Adaline's POV:"Dad?" I saw my dad sitting on a bench in the park not far from our old rental house.Dad smiled, patting the empty space next to him, and reluctantly, I walked over and sat down."Why are you here?" I asked, glancing at our old house. The house we left when I entered middle school. The house filled with beautiful memories where I grew up."Do you forget? Back when we were moving, you cried incessantly. Saying to us how much you liked our old house."I smiled and nodded. I did cry a lot back then, begging my parents not to move from there.I didn't want to make new friends because I had a hard time socializing. But Dad said everything would be okay. In fact, if we moved, I would be even happier.Dad said I needed to learn to be more sociable because life is more beautiful with many friends."Why are we here?" I asked, confused.My dad smiled. His face looked so fresh, cheerful, and of course, handsome."Just a reminder that we once had a past," my dad said casually. "Do
Is this some sorta karma?Altezza gazed at his sleeping wife, deeply asleep. The doctor managed to save her. Save their baby.After experiencing a heart attack and losing a lot of blood, his wife could finally return to them. Even though his wife is now declared in a coma, just like himself.Oh God. Is this my payback for all my past mistakes?Why are You like this to me?"Wake up, Darling. Please wake up quickly. Don't you have pity on our two children? I haven't even been able to give them names yet." Altezza whispered to his wife's hand.That hand was so small and weak. The hand that had been holding his all this time. The hand that had always touched him gently. Regardless of what Altezza had ever done to her.Altezza reluctantly rose from his seat. "I'll be right back, hurry and wake up." Altezza kissed his wife's forehead. He bid farewell to his mother and mother-in-law before leaving the hospital.He still limped, his leg condition worsening as he carried Adaline back then, but
Adaline accompanied Altezza back to the hospital for his therapy session. Three times a week, they spent two hours together, even though all Adaline did was watch. After the therapy, Gian would come and accompany them to take Adaline for her prenatal exercises. Altezza never liked it; he always felt jealous whenever Gian took his place as Adaline's companion. But what could he do? His body still wasn't healthy enough to assist. He just hoped that when Adaline gave birth, he would be the one by her side, not Gian.As for Adaline's pregnancy, she was now at 36 weeks, with three to four weeks left until delivery. Stefanie continued to persuade her wife to opt for a cesarean section during delivery, but Adaline remained firm in her decision to have a normal birth, despite knowing the condition of her body.But whatever happened in the future, he only hoped that Adaline would give birth safely. As well as their two babies.Was it just his imagination, or were they being followed since leav
Everyone was running towards the front room. Objects flew, hitting the walls and crashing into pieces. Ceramic and glass shards scattered on the floor. Along with it, the sounds of screams and curses echoed. It was deafening to everyone witnessing it.Yes, Jovanka was raging in her residence. She looked at her assistant with a sharp gaze while Evans stood silently with his blank expression."What's going on?" Cindy glanced between Evans and Jovanka. The middle-aged couple behind her were holding hands in worry and fear simultaneously. "Evans?" Cindy looked at Evans again, seeking an answer.Evans carefully navigated through the glass shards and picked up the papers Jovanka had crumpled in anger. It was a police summons addressed to Jovanka. Not only that, but Cindy also noticed several swollen credit card bills, penalty invoices from the agency's law firm, all addressed to Jovanka Lawrence.Cindy looked at Evans, and Evans returned the gaze. "I told you to stop. But you never cared."
"I'm still better than him, Ada. I won't hurt you. I also won't leave you waiting while I'm in a coma. Because I never wanted to be in a coma. Not like him who left you waiting for so long with the excuse of being in a coma," Gian replied again."Damn you! Come on, Brother, quickly take him home. If possible, send him straight back to Italy to his parents," pleaded Altezza, looking pitiful.Antony sighed. He slapped his thighs and stood up. "I need him, Al. I need a right-hand man since you took Duncan. Come on, Gian, get up." He ordered softly. Gian complied."Thank you," Altezza replied as Antony was willing to fulfill his request."We're going home, Ada," Antony replied, acknowledged by Adaline's nod. "But if you're indeed tempted by Gian's words, just contact me. I'll willingly help you file for divorce from your husband," he replied flatly.Altezza gaped at him while Gian cheered happily. "Yes!" He shouted."Damn you both! Get out of here! Never show up here again!" Altezza yelle
Altezza is indeed conscious, but that doesn't mean she can go home freely. Her broken bones have indeed improved during her coma period, but she still needs intensive care. Because her body didn't move for three months, some parts of her body became swollen and stiff. So, Altezza has to undergo regular therapy.The wound on her head has also dried up. Although the doctor stated that Altezza would definitely have side effects due to the surgery.Meanwhile, after Altezza regained consciousness, the legal process began. During the accident, it turns out that Altezza wasn't the only victim. Two other cars were also hit in the incident. So, the total accident involved four cars and nine victims, although it didn't result in any fatalities. However, among the nine people, Altezza suffered the most severe injuries, while the others only suffered minor injuries.Adaline has never wanted to know the cause of the accident. And her family has never discussed it in front of her to protect her and
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
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,
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