TYSHARue's words kept replaying in my head, swirling around and bringing with them a tidal wave of emotions. The moment he expressed his willingness to still be the father of my future children, despite his belief that I betrayed him, it struck me deeply. I couldn't help but wonder… if only I had stopped to truly listen to him before resorting to deception, maybe my children wouldn't have to face the prospect of growing up without their father. If only I had trusted him just one more time, perhaps I could have avoided jumping to conclusions. Now, our lives are in disarray. Gosh! It's so frustrating! Rue also told me that he never married anyone else and legally adopted Henry after taking legal action against his only relative, Leilani.“You should sleep,” Rue said when we got to my room’s door. He walked me to my room after everything he told me. Even though he was the one who clearly needed assistance, he still chose to put me first. "Are you going to keep drinking?" I inquire
RUE I woke up to an empty bed after the most unforgettable night with Tysha. Panic surged through me as I reached out, my hand groping at the vacant space where she had been only hours before. But she was gone, leaving behind nothing but the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air. Where is she? After realizing that, I rose from the bed. My head ached from suddenly getting up. But fuck it! I looked around her room but I saw no signs of her. Fortunately, I saw her luggage still in the room. Somehow, it calmed my heart. Damn! I thought she left me for good again. A sense of déjà vu washed over me, memories of our past flooding back with painful clarity. Tysha had done this before, disappearing without a word after making love. Now, I couldn’t help but freak out, thinking whether I had done something wrong and fucked up again. Even so, I still wore my clothes back and looked for her outside. “Tysha?” I tried to call her name. Then, I found her in the dining room of the
TYSHAHookup?! One night stand?! What are those lame excuses, Tysha?!To be honest, I was just embarrassed of myself that was why I purposely left Rue on the bed after our first night—after a long time.I was ashamed of myself for acting so horny last night despite the one being sober. Like, gosh! Where's my dignity? I just realized how embarrassing my actions were when I woke up. Fortunately, Rue was the type of guy who was competitive enough not to give up easily. Gosh! The relief and warmth that I felt when he said he wouldn’t give up. After breakfast, we busied ourselves fixing our things. Then, when it was time to go, we bid our goodbyes to the people who accompanied us on our whole three-day trip. Rue and I stood on the shore of Isla Llevaste, a bit awkward, a bit unsure, with Cecilia and Adam. They had been great, making us feel at home on this little island escape.“Tysha,” Cecilia said, her voice soft but strong, “it’s been lovely having you both. This place needed your l
RUEAdam: Here are your pictures with Tysha. Just forward them to her.I stared at the photograph that Adam gave me before we left Isla Llevaste. It was a picture of Tysha and me on the sea. I was smiling at the camera but she was looking at me.It reminded me of another photo, one from six years ago, taken at an amusement park. Tysha had looked at me the same way then, her eyes full of a warmth and affection that words could never fully express. My lips curved into a smile as I studied the picture, the familiarity of it stirring something deep within me.As I gazed at Tysha in the photograph, her eyes locked on me while I was focused on the camera, I couldn't shake the feeling that they were trying to tell me something, something that contradicted the words she had spoken just hours before. They held a depth of emotion that went beyond mere words.Her eyes… kept on telling me the exact opposite of the words that were coming from her mouth. And thinking that eyes never lie gave me a
TYSHASeeing Rue after I opened my eyes again was like a dream come true. My head throbbed, and I clutched the edge of the bed, trying to steady myself. Rue sat in the corner, his face etched with worry. His knuckles were white as he clenched the armrest of the plastic chair.The door creaked open, and a middle-aged doctor stepped inside. His eyes were kind, but his expression held the weight of countless diagnoses. He glanced at the clipboard in his hand, then back at me.“Tysha,” he said, his voice gentle. “I’m Dr. Hernandez. Rue here tells me you took quite a tumble.”I nodded, wincing as the movement sent a jolt of pain through my skull.“Yeah… I hit my head pretty hard,” I just said, not wanting to mention that I got this bump from my abusive ex.Dr. Hernandez pulled a pen from his pocket and scribbled something on the clipboard.“Let’s take a look, shall we?” He approached me, his fingers deftly parting my hair. His touch was surprisingly gentle, and I closed my eyes, trying to
TYSHA"How are you feeling?" Rue's voice cut through the silence, his concern was evident even over the phone, just moments after my family had dropped me off at home.When we got there, I thought I would see my messy house but the mess was already fixed. Then, Rue called and said he had it cleaned up."I'm alright now," I replied, trying to sound stronger than I felt.However, the thought of talking to him again on the phone kept making the butterflies in my stomach go wild.Yeah. The butterflies in my stomach still had the audacity to react this way as if I hadn’t experienced something traumatic earlier. Gosh!"Are you sure you're up for school tomorrow?" Rue asked. His worry was like a warm blanket, comforting and suffocating at the same time."Yeah, I think I'll manage," I assured him.Though the thought of working and going to school again so soon after what happened felt daunting, I needed to work to divert my mind from what I just experienced."The doctor said you need to rest.
RUE Last night’s talk with Tysha left me feeling unsettled. I urged her to take some time for herself, but she was determined to be at school today, saying she missed her students. After I dropped my son at his class, I headed straight to the faculty room at Mason Academy to see how Tysha was doing. And there she was at school, as resolute as ever. Upon entering the faculty room, Celeste greeted me with her typical charm. “What brings you here? Do you need something, Sir?” she inquired. I barely gave her a glance, her allure lost on me. My thoughts were solely on Tysha; no one else could catch my interest. "I was just checking to see if..." I started to say but paused, catching Tysha's eye. She gave me a look that reminded me of our agreement to keep our personal connection under wraps at school. I quickly shifted gears. "If my son's adviser is around today." Her response came with a smile, "Yes, I am, Sir. Apologies for any trouble caused." Nice acting. Her performance was
TYSHAWhy does Rue do this? One day he was all about getting me back, and the next, he was soaking up Celeste’s flirty chatter like he had been in a desert for years. It was irritating! Fuck mixed signals! I watched them earlier, Celeste’s subtle hints of her interest, and I could feel this… this knot tightened in my stomach. It was ridiculous. I shouldn’t care. I mean, I’ve been known to send a few mixed signals myself, but that’s different, right?And there he goes, falling for her trap and agreeing to fetch her later for her “tutoring session.” The same one that he used to do for me. I wanted to march on my way out of the faculty room earlier but I didn’t want to be obviously irritated. So, I just convinced myself to get it together. But gosh, if he doesn’t stop playing these games, I might just lose it.I let out a sigh, pushing aside the morning's drama, and turned to my class. "Alright, class, let's review some math concepts since I was away for a few days. Who can tell me
TYSHAAm I really going to be the billionaire’s wife? Everything still felt surreal. When Rue finally got down on one knee and popped the question, I swear my heart skipped a beat. For a moment, I was frozen, not quite believing what was happening. It was like time stood still as I processed the moment.At first, I'll admit, I had my doubts. I mean, after I talked to his grandfather, that was when I realized that I answered his call and that he heard everything I said. Like gosh! What if he no longer proposed to me after I declined his grandfather’s offer to marry him? God knew how I barely had a sleep the night after that realization of mine. Although what I meant by my refusal was… I didn’t wanna marry Rue for money, I still felt scared that if ever he, indeed, heard our conversation, he would think I didn’t want to marry him in general. No. That was the complete opposite of what I was feeling. If I were to settle down, to build a life with someone, it would be with him.Marria
RUEI used to doubt love. I used to think that it was just a distraction, something that got in the way of real goals and messed with your head. Growing up, I saw too many relationships fall apart and people getting hurt, including my family. So, I promised myself I wouldn't let that happen to me. Focus on work, keep emotions in check—that was my rule.Then I met Tysha on that one special night in Eventide Cabaret.Everything changed. She wasn't like anyone else I'd ever known. There was something about her that drew me in. At first, I fought it. I told myself it was just a phase and that I'd get over it. But the more time I spent with her, the more I realized she wasn't a distraction. She was exactly what I needed—she set fire to my sleeping lust.“Every time I walk you to your room, it leads to lovemaking,” I whispered in between our kisses. Right after she accepted my not-so-spontaneous proposal, she pulled me into her room to continue our kissing session.“Next time, you won’t
RUE“I won’t marry Rue.”I couldn’t believe what I just heard. Tysha’s words echoed in my mind, bouncing around like they were trying to make sense but failing miserably.When she accidentally answered my call, I didn’t hang up, especially when I heard my grandfather’s voice talking to her. I was mad at Grandpa for offering Tysha money to marry me, but I stayed silent because I wanted to hear her answer. I never expected her answer would break me.“Our relationship is not a transaction, Mr. Colterzon. Just so you know. While I appreciate your concern for our future, marrying him should come from our hearts, not a financial incentive,” I heard Tysha continue. “So, no. I won’t marry him for money.”After that, I ended the call before she even noticed I was listening to her conversation with my grandfather.I felt a mix of emotions. I was angry at my grandfather for interfering, for thinking that money could solve everything. But Tysha’s words cut deeper. She didn’t want to marry me, eve
TYSHA“You wouldn’t be able to drive us home?” I asked Rue on the other line. I had just finished all my classes for the day when he called.“No. We just had an emergency meeting at the company. But I’ll send Fred,” he offered, but I immediately refused.“No need. I can drive us myself.”“Okay. Just tell the kids I’ll visit them later,” Rue said before ending the call.As I continued gathering my things to leave the faculty room, one of my co-teachers approached me with a curious look.Tysha, someone’s looking for you,” my co-teacher whispered, nodding toward the entrance. I glanced up from my stack of papers, my heart doing a little flip. Who could it be? A parent? Another teacher? “Huh? Really?” I tried to sound nonchalant, but my pulse quickened. The school day had been ordinary so far, and I wasn’t prepared for any surprises.“Yes. He’s waiting in the parking lot, with lots of convoys,” my co-teacher grinned, clearly enjoying my confusion. With my co-teacher's grin, the first
TYSHARue wanted to introduce our kids to his mother and grandfather and the thought of it made my stomach churn with anxiety. Like, gosh!I couldn't help but overthink the whole situation. His grandfather had always hated me, ever since I was with Bryse. He did everything in his power to separate us before. And now, after all this time, I was terrified that his hatred for me would extend to our children.What if Rue’s grandfather took one look at them and saw nothing but a reminder of my past mistakes? What if he couldn't see them for the wonderful kids they are and only saw my flaws? The idea of my kids being judged or rejected because of my history was unbearable.I kept imagining different scenarios, each worse than the last. Would his grandfather's anger flare up the moment he laid eyes on them? Would he blame them for the messy past I had with his family? I could almost see the disapproval in his eyes, and feel the tension in the room.Rue seemed confident that things would be f
TYSHA“This is their picture?” Rue asked as I handed him the photo album, filled with pictures of our kids. After they had fallen asleep, he had suddenly asked to see some photos of them. Luckily, I had been making albums of their milestones.“Yeah, right after they were born,” I said proudly, sitting beside him on the couch and joining him in looking at the pictures.Rue carefully stared at each photo, his eyes filled with a mix of wonder and regret, as if trying to relive the moments he had missed. Each image seemed to pull him deeper into a past he wasn't part of, yet desperately wished he had been.He traced a finger over a picture of their first birthday, his expression softening. “Who was with you?” Rue asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.“My parents,” I answered simply, trying to decipher what was going through his mind.“Just them?” He glanced at me, seeking confirmation.“Yes. Just them.”“How about Charles?” he asked.I thought he might be jealous, but when I l
RUEIn a short amount of time, I became super attached to the twins. Every day without them felt like a lost chance to be their real father. That's why I found myself constantly at Tysha's house, trying to make up for lost time.I longed to bond with them, to be a presence in their lives that they could rely on. It wasn't easy, knowing that I missed out on so much, but I was determined to do better.I held out the hairbrush when my daughter Addison came out of the bathroom. Her hair was damp and clinging to her small shoulders.As usual, I was in their house again, wanting to spend more time with my children."Can I brush your hair?" I asked, hoping she'd say yes.“Okay, Daddy.” Addison nodded, a shy smile on her face, and took a seat on the stool in front of me.I took a deep breath, aware of the importance of this gesture, and of the trust she was placing in me.As I began to brush, I was careful, mindful of every stroke."Am I doing this right?" I asked, watching her reaction in th
TYSHAOkay. If I was having fun earlier about how Rue shut Celeste’s bitchy mouth, I was no longer enjoying it now.“Is it true, Tysha? You’re dating Mr. Colterzon? The billionaire?!” asked one of my coworkers. “Err…” I stammered, unable to find the right words immediately.First of all, I didn’t feel the need to tell the truth to them. Second, to be honest, I didn’t really know the answer to that. Am I dating Rue again? We used to date but does co-parenting with him count as dating?“How about Charles, Ma’am Tysha? Did you two break up already?” Another question was thrown at me. It was Rupert who asked this time. The faculty room had turned into chaos the moment I walked in after finishing my classes.Even though Celeste kept her mouth shut after what Rue said to her, the news still spread like wildfire. Fortunately, before I had to say something, Madeline came into the faculty room. "Everyone," she addressed the room sternly, "what's all this commotion? Where is your professio
TYSHASince Rue had insisted on driving us to school, and I couldn’t help but feel a little bit nervous. I’m sure it would spark a new rumor about me and gosh! But yeah, I must comply. This would be nothing compared to the six years I’ve taken away from him.As I told my kids about what their father planned on doing, Aiden and Addison were already perched by the window, their noses pressed against the glass, waiting for their father.Then it arrived. Rue’s car glided to a stop in front of our house, sleek and attention-seeking because of its vibes that were screaming ‘wealth.’ It was the kind of luxury car you’d see in magazines. But what can I say? The father of my kids is a billionaire so…“It’s Daddy!” Aiden and Addison said in chorus as their eyes grew wide with wonder. They rushed out the door, their school bags forgotten for a moment, as they circled the car with open-mouthed awe.I watched them.“Good morning, buds! Ready for school?” Rue greeted them with the same enthusiasm a