"What do you think we should buy as a gift for grandma?" she asked Demi, just as they got into the man's car."Maybe just fruits, how about for Sandro?" Demi asked in return."I already know what to get for uncle, I'll take care of that," she replied to the man."Let's go, it's getting too dark, we might not find any open stalls at the market tomorrow," she urged him.Demi quickly drove the car away from that place. Along the way, he recounted the history of the places they passed, which she hadn't experienced when they were built, such as parks and buildings. There were still many vacant lots, but there were also many establishments standing there now.They saw a fruit vendor, and as they got off, Matilda and Art arrived, seemingly following them."Are you following us?" Matilda asked them."How could we be following you when we arrived here first?" she replied. "Ma'am, how much are the bananas?""I'll buy all the bananas!" Matilda said. She handed the old woman a thousand."How much
"I love Matilda so much. Since high school, she has been my dream," Demi began. "Many are drawn to her because of her beauty, and I was also attracted to her for the same reason.When we went to college, we attended different schools because she studied in Manila, like you. Despite it being odd, I passed by her house every day just to catch a glimpse of her. Her family is well-off.She didn't come back for several years, even during Christmas. It turns out, her family goes to Manila. She's their only child.Our business suddenly collapsed 10 years ago, around the time you left, and my parents got sick. All that's left for me are the lands here.Then Matilda suddenly came here. She acted differently, but she became even more beautiful. Our paths crossed again, and from our looks, we understood each other.However, Matilda is extravagant. In the more than five years we've been together, there are many things she desires that I can't provide.""What happened when you couldn't give her wha
Maine entered her uncle's room, pretending to be her doppelganger, while Sandro is watching something on his cellphone."Have you been here long?" her uncle asked, but she didn't respond.She quickly left, hearing her uncle mutter something about it being weird. Shortly after, Demi arrived and did the same thing. Then, their grandmother came in.They hurried to the car, the engine already running. Sandro was easily frightened, so she knew he would rush out soon. As expected, he bolted out of the house.They pretended to be newcomers, laughing."Wh-where are you c-coming from?" Sandro asked, trembling."We just went for a stroll with Maine. We saw Auntie carrying a lot of stuff, so I gave her a ride, why?" Demi pretended to be surprised."I s-saw you guys, j-just a while ago--" he stammered."Stop it, Sandro, you're just making up nonsense again," her grandmother scolded him, "let's go upstairs.""You haven't experienced it yet, that's why you think like that, uncle," she teased. "You
POV: DemiHe still finds himself thinking about Matilda even now. That girl really has a hold on him, he thought he had forgotten about her.She became even more beautiful and sexy. Even when she speaks, her appearance alone can disarm you, leaving you unable to stay angry.He really couldn't understand what he liked about her. Was it just her looks? Or is it really impossible to teach the heart to forget?He was caught off guard again earlier when he saw her, causing him to stutter while speaking. And jealousy consumes him while she's with that guy, Art, wishing he were the one with Matilda. So what he thought was him moving on, turns out he hasn't yet.He lay sprawled on the bed, reminiscing about his greatest love. He vividly remembered the moment she left him."Please, Matilda... just a little more time. I'll fix our business, I'll give you everything you want," he pleaded, kneeling in front of her, tears streaming down his face as he clung to her leg."Can't we, Demi? Let's stop
"Good morning," she greeted him, "I've been here for a while now, you weren't around, so I waited here" She smiled at him."Why are you here?" he asked, nervousness evident in her voice."I'm leaving. I'm here to-- I just wanted to apologize, and I hope we can be okay. Please also tell your partner, I'm sorry for what happened at the mall." Matilda smiled at him, melting his heart."Where are you going?" he asked, sadness lacing his tone."We're going back to Manila. Aren't you going to let me in?" she asked, seeking reassurance."Oh, uh, sure, sorry, come in," the guards greeted them as they entered.They went to the coffee shop inside the office and took their seats. He also ordered coffee."Still want the Machiato?" he asked her."Yes, please. You still remember," she settled in."Of course," he also ordered a slice of cake."Your building has changed a lot," she remarked in amazement."Yes, last year, I opened it up to other tenants, like food hubs. So people here can try differen
"Why are you asking if Sandro knows that I met Matilda?" She asked confusedly, while riding the elevator with Toby."I don't know... I just thought they're not in good terms with Matilda," Toby replied."Why did they become not in good terms though? They used to be okay, right? I just can't ask Sandro, he gets angry," she responded to her friend. The elevator door opened, and they stepped out."Let's not talk about it. What did Matilda tell you?" he changed the subject."She's just saying goodbye. She and Art are leaving," she answered."The big guy?""You know him?""He's a friend of Matilda's ex-fiancé." "Sandro told me about it. What's the problem?" He persisted."Matilda is a literal gold digger. She's like a leech, wherever there's blood to suck, that's where she attaches herself. She might even try to get back with you.""What's wrong with that?"His friend paused, then faced him. "Considering all the suffering you've been through because of that woman, and you're still conside
The next day, Toby and Amethyst ignored him. He felt like he was just air in his own company. Perhaps, they were still upset because of what he said. He would apologize to them later, once he proved that Matilda wasn't a bad person.He didn't know where their resentment was coming from because if it was just about her reputation as a gold digger, it shouldn't affect their friendship to that extent, to the point where they would even deny him.They only talked to him when they needed something, and they would quickly leave his office, unlike before when their conversations were longer than the business agenda.He was hurt, but he needed to stand firm and defend Matilda. Because he knew that one of these days, they would get back together.That day was sad for him, so he couldn't even bring himself to eat. He was surprised when his phone rang, it was Maine."Hi, Demi, are you okay?" the girl's voice sounded concerned."Yeah, I'm fine, why?" he tried to cheer himself up."Because yesterd
The situation took a sudden turn when he found Matilda in front of his unit, carrying bags and crying. She looked at him, then ran towards him and hugged him."Help me... Art hurt me..." she said, tears staining her cheeks, a bruise visible on the side of her eye."Are you okay?" he hugged her back."I'm afraid Art might kill me..." she sobbed, "I'm scared, Demi... please help me...""Shhhh... I'll help you, don't worry," he gently moved Matilda away from him, "come inside, let's talk about it."He opened his unit and carried her bags inside. She continued sobbing as they walked."Sit down first," he said to her, "I'll get you something to drink."He went to the kitchen and fetched some juice. "Here, have a drink first."Listening to Matilda's heartbreaking story, he couldn't help but feel a mix of anger and sadness. It pained him to hear about the abuse she suffered at the hands of Art."Why did you come here? Why didn't you go home?" he asked, puzzled."He might follow me there. And
My uncle was lying on the floor, laughing and laughing, while the people around me were smirking as I think they knew everything about this scene. My brows furrowed, as I looked at my husband, and demanded an explanation. "I'm sorry honey. I want you to come over, but I don't know how to ask you. Because I know, you will get mad at me," he went closer to me. I raised my hand and slapped him twice. The people around us, were all shocked! They didn't say any words, even my uncle Sandro. I felt betrayed! I'm so foolish to believe them! Olga, Marisa, everyone, they make fun of me! "I'm sorry senyorita," Olga, kneeled in front of me, "we just want you to be happy. We want you and senyorito to stay together, because we know, that you love each other." "Forgive us, senyorita," Marisa also kneeled. "It's our fault. Please, forgive us.." My head was already hurting because of them. Gradually, I felt like a candle burning out. Before I could fall to the floor, Uncle Sandro and Demi caught
"Senyorita, I have news," Olga, suddenly approached me, "Marisa told me that sir's woman are here. They're in the room together.""Really? Now? As in right now?" I confirmed with her."Yes, Senyorita. We need to go there before they leave. And you can catch them in the act," Olga urged."Alright, just a moment. I'll get dressed," I stormed into my room, took a quick shower, and dressed in something elegant and sexy. When i stepped out, Olga was surprised to see me."Senyorita, what are you wearing? Why like that? You never wear revealing clothes." she asked, puzzled"I need to dress like this so your Sir knows what he'll lose if he continues his affair with that woman. Are you sure they're there?""Yes, Senyorita. Marisa said they're definitely there. They just arrived," she confirmed."Good. Where's there... should we splash acid on them?" I asked."Oh no, Senyorita. That's too much. Just hurt them. We'll hold them," she stopped me."Alright. That might be better. The nerve of that m
"Lola, it seems like Maine is really angry," I said to her, worried. "It looks like she'll never forgive me for what I did." "Oh, don't worry about my grandchild. I know she still looks for you. I can see it in her actions. Just don't worry too much," Lola reassured me. "But, Lola, she might be so angry that she won't come back home," I said tensely. "She'll come back. Just continue with your plan with Sandro. When does he plan to bring her there?" She took a sip of her coffee. "Sandro, Olga, and I are still discussing our plan," I replied. "Well, hurry it up. She might suddenly burst in here when you're not prepared. Are your accomplices ready?" She glanced at the door where Maine had entered. "Everything's ready, Lola. We’ve arranged everything. We might be able to execute the plan next week." I felt more confident knowing Lola was on my side. "Make sure of it. I'm running out of things to say to my grandchild whenever she asks if I'm taking your side," she said, her face sho
I was speechless when I saw my wife, Demi, at the dining table. I couldn't confront my grandmother about why she invited Demi to our home, fearing she might get angry with me instead. I ate in silence, and Demi did the same, while Grandma watched us closely. After a while, Grandma cleared her throat. "Ahem," she said, breaking the silence. "Are you two just going to sit there quietly?" I looked at Demi, who seemed just as uncomfortable as I was. Grandma's eyes shifted between us, filled with concern. "You need to talk things out," she continued. "You can't keep ignoring whatever's going on between you." Demi and I exchanged glances, both at a loss for words. I knew she was right. "Lola, what is Demi doing here?" I asked. "I invited him. Why? Is that a problem?" she responded. "But Lola, you know we're going through something," I replied, frowning. "What are you talking about? Why don't you two just talk?" she said, her brows furrowed. "Lola, I don't think I should be here.
"What did your senyorita say, Olga? Is she still curious about my girl?" I asked Olga when we met outside her school. "She's still waiting for news, Senyorito. And she saw the flowers you planted behind the house. She was so happy," she replied. "Really? How did she know I planted them?" I asked excitedly. "Well, there wasn't anyone else who could have planted them because she said her grandma doesn't know how to plant flowers—they always die. So, she figured out it was you when I brought the flowers to her from you," Olga explained. "Oh, what did she say? Did she like the flowers?" I asked happily. "Yes, Senyorito. She loved the flowers you planted. She couldn't believe it was you who planted them," she replied. "Why not?" I frowned at what she said. "Because she didn't know you could plant flowers. So, I told her that the flowers around your mansion were planted by you," she said, glancing at her watch. "Thank you so much, Olga. Was she really happy with the flowers,
I continued pondering why Demi would plant the flowers he sent me at the back of the house. Shortly after, Olga approached me. "Senyorita, what are you doing at the back of the house?" she asked. "Don't you know, Olga, that someone is planting the flowers my husband sends me here at the back?" I asked her. "No, senyorita, because as you instructed, I always return them to senyorito," she replied. "Ah, I see. Because I saw them earlier and asked Lola, but she said it wasn't her who planted them. So it must have been Demi. Turns out he's quite skilled at planting flowers, isn't he?" I said to Olga. "Yes, senyorita. Over at senyorito's mansion, he plants flowers there. He's responsible for all the flowers planted on the grounds," she replied with a smile, gently touching the flowers. "Really? He never mentioned these things to me," I said, looking at the blooming flowers. "Perhaps you didn't have the chance to talk privately," she suggested, glancing at me. "We do talk abo
I laughed when Olga told me and admitted that she really has a crush on Uncle Sandro. She said she only pretends to be angry, but deep inside, she gets thrilled and happy. I just scratched my head at what she said. "What does that girl see in my uncle? He doesn’t have any good qualities aside from being handsome. That's all he can boast about. And yes, he has money, but that's it," I thought, falling into deep contemplation. I was really thinking that perhaps Olga and I were going through similar experiences. I realized that I couldn't quite pinpoint what I liked about my ex-husband Demi either. He wasn’t really kind. He was, at first, but towards the end, he stopped listening, which is why we separated. He and my uncle really have similar personalities. No wonder they get along so well as friends. I decided to step out onto the terrace of my room to get some fresh air. As I looked around, I found joy in watching the trees swaying with the breeze. My eyes wandered to the back of
Olga arrived at the house frowning. I thought something had happened to her. "Oh, why do you look like you had a fight outside?" I asked her. "Nothing, senyorita," she replied to me, "your kind uncle is here." "What did he do to you this time?" I asked, my forehead furrowed. "Hey, Olga, where are you going?" I heard Uncle Sandro call out to Olga. I saw how Olga's eyebrows shot up. "Oh, there’s your annoying uncle again," she said to me, hurriedly making her way to the kitchen. "Olga, I'm talking to you!" Uncle Sandro called out. "What do you need from Olga, Uncle Sandro?" I asked him. "Why is she so annoyed with you? What did you do this time?" I stopped him as he attempted to follow Olga. "Nothing! I didn't do anything to her. I was just asking her something," he replied. "So, what were you asking her?" I asked, crossing my arms in front of him. I knew it was probably some nonsense that was irritating Olga. "Nothing, I was just asking if she has a crush on me." He
"She was really furious?" I asked happily after Olga told me about my wife's reaction. "Yes, sir. She was so angry she wanted to get violent. She even asked Marisa and me to find out when that woman you supposedly have would be coming over," Olga replied, glancing around. "Oh, and what did you tell her?" I asked, rubbing my chin thoughtfully with my thumb and forefinger. "I told Senyorita that I would talk to Marisa to find out the schedule of the woman so we could come over," Olga replied with a smile. We had met in front of her school to talk, knowing my wife never went there. "Is that so? That's great news. You really deserve a bonus for this," I said, smiling at her. "No need for that, sir. I'm doing this to help you because you've helped me a lot," she replied, blushing and smiling with her hands in her pockets. "It's nothing. I know you're a good person and you deserve the reward. Don't worry, Marisa and I will take care of you both. I'll support you all the way," I assur