My eyes widened when I saw the luxurious yacht parked at the dock. It did look like a ship, but not a big one. Its entrance was open, and I could see some people in fancy clothes boarding. There were also media and photographers at the entrance, capturing the arrivals. It was late afternoon, and the sparkling lights from the yacht were becoming more noticeable. "Jane!" I turned to the side when someone called my name. It was Rodrigo, with a wide smile on his face. He walked towards me, his hands wrapping around my waist as he kissed me on the lips. "You're... Dashing, Jane," he said, looking at me with admiration. It was the first time I saw him look at me without desire. "T-Thank you," I replied softly. "Come on. My allies are eager to meet you." I nodded and held onto Rodrigo's arm as we walked towards the yacht. Someone approached us and took a picture. The flashing lights made me feel like a celebrity. I overheard someone saying that we were about to enter the venue. I couldn
A few days ago... Jane couldn't sit still as she waited to see Rodrigo's parked car leave from in front of the mansion. She paced back and forth in her room. After a few moments, she finally decided to leave the room and check if her husband had already left. She stopped when she reached the front of his room. Jane pressed her ear against the door, trying to listen for any sign of her husband. When she heard nothing, she entered the room and searched for him. The young man was nowhere to be found. Jane smiled. She hurriedly went out again and descended the stairs. Since she didn't see Rodrigo's car anymore, she started looking for Clarixto, Rodrigo's uncle. She found him in Rodrigo's study room. "Sir Navarro," Jane called out to the old man. Clarixto paused from packing his things and looked at Jane. "Oh, Jane. Do you need something?" Jane closed the door of the room and walked towards the old man. "Um, Sir—" "Uncle." Jane forced a smile at Clarixto. "U-Uncle. I wanted to hear h
Moymoy carried a bucket to hold his father's catch of fish. The young boy hurriedly walked towards their boat. The night was getting darker, but they hadn't prepared for their fishing trip yet. This would be the first night that he would join his father on a fishing expedition, and his excitement was evident on his face. "I hope we catch a lot!" Moymoy happily exclaimed. He looked up at the sky, and the moon was covered by clouds. It was perfect because the fish would be blinded, and they could catch more. His anticipation grew, so he arranged the things he brought with him. After Moymoy, he glanced at the sea. His forehead furrowed when he saw a shiny object coming from the water. It was getting closer to the shore and seemed to be drifting. He took his flashlight and walked towards the edge of their boat, where it was already floating. He carefully examined the object until he realized it was a person he was looking at. Moymoy shouted loudly. He quickly got off the boat, almost ju
“This is ridiculous, Rodrigo! You removed our gambling operations. And now you want to shut down the plant?!" Clarixto angrily questioned his nephew. He had stormed into the mansion early in the morning because he learned that the young man had closed down their drug plant. He was worried because almost all of their sources of income were being taken away by Rodrigo. "Do you want us to suffer?!" Rodrigo took a deep breath. He nonchalantly took a bite of the hotdog he was having for breakfast. "Sit down, Uncle. Let's eat." "Rodrigo!" Rodrigo sighed and let go of the utensils he was holding. He looked at his uncle seriously. "What do you want?" Clarixto sat down and stared at his nephew. "Why are you doing this? Why are you behaving like this? Is it still because of Jane?" "Shut up," Rodrigo muttered. His expression suddenly changed. "She's dead, Rodrigo! It's been five freaking years!" Clarixto said angrily. "I allowed you to mourn for a year. I let you be. But I can't accept tha
"J-Jane... You're alive!" Rodrigo cried. He was about to reach out for the woman, but she quickly stood up and lifted the child. "Thank you," the woman responded curtly and turned away from Rodrigo. "Wait, Jane! It's me. Your husband!" Rodrigo tried to stop the woman from leaving. "Let me go!" The woman glared at Rodrigo. "What do you think you're doing?" Rodrigo furrowed his brow, wiping the tears from his eyes. He was puzzled when he saw Jane's emotionless eyes. He would never forget them. Even with her blonde hair and some changes, he recognized her. It was evident in her gaze and the shape of her face. Jane was standing right in front of him—his wife! "I-It's me, Jane. I'm Rodrigo!" He reached for the woman's arm again, but she pulled away. "I've been searching for you for so long, Jane. I never lost hope." "I'm sorry, sir. I think you are mistaken. I don't know who Jane is." Rodrigo became even more perplexed. Jane's demeanor was completely different now. It was noticeable
Five years ago, Jane woke up sweating and gasping for breath. It was like she suddenly woke up from a long sleep. Her forehead furrowed as she realized she was in an unfamiliar place. The walls were made of wood, and there was a large window beside her with bamboo sticks supporting it. She also noticed a small entrance at her feet with no door. There was only a long red curtain. Jane groaned when she felt a sharp pain in her left shoulder. It was then that she noticed she was wearing different clothes. "Where am I? What happened?" she wondered. She swallowed hard. Her throat was dry, and she coughed a little, but it only made it itchier. Her last memory was being on a yacht. Jane clenched her fist as she remembered what happened to her. "You traitor, Clarixto! You're so evil!" she muttered, tears welling up in her eyes. She couldn't help but feel resentful about what had happened. They were both in on it! She couldn't believe that the old Navarro would do such a thing to her. She t
"We're here," Jane said. She unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car. She opened the door on the child's side and helped her child out of the car. The child immediately ran towards the door of a large house. Jane, on the other hand, grabbed her shopping bags from the back of the car and carried them inside. "Oh, my baby is here!" said a man with a high-pitched voice, almost like a woman. Renz ran to him and hugged him tightly. "Mamu!" Renz said cheerfully. Rico looked at Jane, who was carrying many paper bags. "Wait. I will help your mommy." He let go of Renz and approached Jane. He took some of Jane's bags and they went inside. Rico, the man with a feminine heart who became Jane's friend. He helped Jane start a new life, so she was deeply grateful to him. He gave her hope. "You bought so many things. I should have joined you," Rico commented. Jane didn't respond. She went straight to the kitchen and placed the groceries on the table. Rico was puzzled. He followed his frie
"Jane!" Rico quickly approached his friend. He swiftly grabbed the scissors from her hand and threw them far away. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she had only inflicted minor scratches on herself. "What are you doing?!" Rico asked angrily. Jane broke down again. She pushed Rico away. "Let me go!" she said, attempting to stand up. But Rico held onto her waist and kept her seat. "Stop it, Jane!" Rico tried to make Jane sit down. He held her hands as she continued to struggle against him. Finally, he knelt down and hugged her. "Please..." Rico pleaded tearfully. Jane shook her head. "I-I can't, Rico. I can't go back to him. I won't go back to him! It's better if I just die!" she cried out. The pain she felt was overwhelming. No matter how hard she tried to forget their encounter, she couldn't. All the suffering she had endured because of Rodrigo came rushing back to her. Rico let out a sigh. He tightly embraced Jane and didn't allow her to stand. He himself began to c