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
"We were at a resort once, do you remember? At Villa La Trese? I noticed that Sandro was trying to flirt with me, but I didn't pay attention to him then because, well, I love you.Do you remember when we were heading home? And he said he'd take me home because you were feeling feverish? He confessed his love to me. But I didn't accept it.He even said he would ruin us. I got scared. So I asked him, didn't he ever think of you? He said, love is fair to everyone, nothing wrong with it because we're not married.Their angry feelings for me got even stronger when instead of going with Sandro, I went with my ex when we were about to break up, remember? I distanced myself to prevent any conflict between you two because I knew your friendship with Sandro was important.""Are they really furious at you?" He asked the woman. She just nodded. Now, everything becomes clear to him. His friends were traitors!He treated them like siblings, especially Sandro, only to find out that he would betray t
However, he thought he could endure his friends' behavior. That he could bear being ignored by them. He's hurt by what's happening with his friends.He's thinking, he didn't do anything wrong, so why do his friends seem to be avoiding him?In truth, what his friends did by covering up Sandro's mistake is something they should be ashamed of. They didn't even give him a chance to explain.His relationship with Sandro is now broken. All because of Matilda. Hopefully, they talked about it early on. It's another thing that adds to him sadness, Sandro grew up with him, and he's like a brother to him."Can we talk?" he asked Amethyst, handing him a contract she had closed. "We can't continue like this, especially since we work together.""Why? What do we need to talk about now? How you'll let Matilda manipulate you again?" she retorted. "Or how you'll call us again when you're broken? Is that it?""Why are you so angry at Matilda? She hasn't done anything wrong to you guys," he said, clearly
"I can wrap Demi around my finger, and he's the one who trusts me," that's Matilda's voice."You might enjoy that man too much," Art's voice said."I need to give him a taste, so he'll believe me. So it won't be noticed. I'll gradually take his money.""Did he believe your story about his friend?""Yes, he's dumb. That Sandro thinks he can just reject me!""Did that man really reject you?" Art asked."Yes, he had some friend rule nonsense.""I hope you get his wealth soon, we have to pay something today. We need the money badly.""I'm still figuring it out, within this week, I'll just wait for him to really fall for me.""He might find out what you did to Sandro before.""Which one? The one where I was going to choke him? I know Sandro, he won't tell, because he knows it'll hurt Demi. His two annoying friends saw us, luckily, they're professional and they stick to the agreement.""How did you manage to silence them?""I just said that Demi would kill himself if I left him, so it was o
"That's what happened, Demi. We didn't tell you because we didn't want you to get hurt," Sandro said to him."I believe you, bro. I heard it straight from Matilda and Art. They planned to drain me of my money before they come for you," he replied to the man."Do you want us to teach them a lesson?" Sandro asked."How?" he asked."Find a woman willing to marry you. Someone we're sure won't get hurt. Pretend you're inviting her to marry you, then marry someone else, and we'll take care of the rest," Sandro explained."Where would I find such a woman?""You'll find plenty willing to agree if money is involved.""Uncle Sandro.. where is the scissors you took from my room?" Maine frowned, "You're so nosy and you don't even know how to return things!""It's just there, why don't you look for it," Sandro replied."I know, I'll find a girl in Manila," she said."What do you need a girl for?" Maine asked."We just have something to discuss," Sandro answered. "Go find the scissors, they might b
Because his friends were busy, he brought Maine with him to Manila. She was talkative and had many stories."How's your girl?" she asked, chewing. "She really looks flirtatious.""I told her I'm leaving for a while, and she agreed to stay at her mom's place for now," he replied. "Can I have some of those chips?"She offered him some, saying, "I can't let you hold the chips, my car might get dirty," rolling her eyes at him.He chuckled. He had asked her to bring a different car. It was his friend's mom's driver who brought the car from the airport to the condo. They were using it to avoid it getting stuck."I wonder where I can find a girl I can pay," he asked."Just go to some upscale bars, I'll go with you.""You seem to like going to bars.""Not really. Usually, my boyfriend sends for me, then I drop him off at his house.""What does he do?""He works in a company. When he got promoted, he got into other women. I don't want to give myself to him until we're married. But he got impat
"He really went too far... he really humiliated me," Maine said, tears streaming down her face as she drank alcohol, "why did he do that to me, Demi?"They saw Dylan at the bar, accompanied by another woman. Dylan introduced her as just an acquaintance and even told the girl that Maine likes men with lots of money. The girl was deeply hurt by the insult she received.In retaliation, he flashed some money to Dylan's dance partner, and then handed her twenty thousand, telling her to leave Dylan on the dance floor, which the girl promptly did.Dylan was furious, but did not dare to argue with him because he was such a big guy. Maine was hurt, which is why she was crying. "That was really out of line. What he did to you was wrong," Demi said, comforting Maine. "Don't let him belittle you like that. You don't need to hold onto resentment, Maine."Demi could see the anger in Dylan's eyes as he approached. "Dylan, that's enough," he said, trying to defuse the situation.But Dylan didn't sto
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