Demi and Maine got married by the judge they knew. They preferred a small wedding, and Maine's practical nature, inherited from her mother, make her mom agreed with their preference.Inside the judge's office, they exchanged jokes and banter. Maine couldn't believe that she is getting married."Anyone object to this marriage? Demi seems so eager to take Maine home," the judge joked."Oh, come on. Are you suggesting I can't wait to get this woman?" Demi teased the judge. "She might walk out if you keep pushing that someone might object to our marriage.""I'm just making sure, buddy. You seems really eager. Don't come too close to me, or you might end up separating," the judge laughed. "Maine, you'll be the light of the home, what's your role, Demi?""I'm in charge of changing lightbulbs, Judge," Sandro shouted, making everyone laugh."You guys are crazy, you'll be in trouble with me later," Demi laughed."With the power vested in me, I now declare you married. You may kiss your bride,"
The next day, she woke up late. She peeked into Demi's room, but he wasn't there. She went out of the room and when she got to the kitchen, there was a woman cleaning. The woman was startled when she saw her. "Who are you? You're a thief, aren't you?" the woman said, which surprised her. "Huh? What are you saying, that I'm a thief?" She frowned at what the woman said. "Where is my husband?" "Well miss, how would I know where your husband is? Do I look like I keep track of missing people?" the woman replied to her. "Marissa! Why are you--" an old woman came out from the dirty kitchen, "oh dear, senyorita, you're already awake." "Senyorita?" Marissa looked at her. "What are you thinking, child! That's Senyorito Demi's wife!" scolded the old woman. "Huh!" Marissa turned pale and approached her, "oh dear, senyorita, I'm so sorry.. I thought-- sorry." "It's okay," she smiled, "I'm not sensitive even if you called me a thief." "What?" the old woman exclaimed in surprise, "
She watched Demi as he chopped wood. (His body is amazing! Wow! Everything is in the perfect place and perfect shape!) she said to herself. She felt giddy as she watched the man chop wood, each drop of sweat seeming to fall in slow motion to her. The man glanced at her and smiled. Why did she feel like he was teasing her? It was as if he was deliberately showing off the muscles in his arms and the abs on his stomach. The household staff arrived, bringing food. They also brought a pitcher of orange juice and some glasses. Lourdes followed them. "Olga, this is Senyorita Maine, sir's wife," Lourdes introduced her. The woman seemed slightly surprised by the old woman's words but smiled anyway. "Good morning, Senyorita," she bowed in front of her. "Hi... Good morning," she responded with a smile. The staff set the table. She didn't get involved, first because she didn't know much about setting tables, and second because she was used to being served. "Senyorita, please don't
"Please, let's talk, Demi," Matilda pleaded with Demi. "Isn't that Miss Matilda? Why did Sir marry someone else?" "He replaced her with someone much younger, but that woman's got a terrible attitude." "Good thing Sir swapped her out. Whenever she's here, we're always exhausted." "Yeah, she acts like she's the boss." Matilda could hear the whispers of the workers behind her. "We have nothing to talk about, Matilda!" Demi snapped. "No—no—Art and I are really separated now. You're the one I truly love!" Matilda insisted. "Huh! And you expect me to believe you're not trying to manipulate me? You haven't changed at all!" Demi retorted. "You!" Matilda pointed at her. "You're brainwashing him, making him angry at me so he'll end up with you!" "I have nothing to do with that. Is it my fault he prefers someone fresh and not someone used up?" Demi replied. This made Matilda even angrier, especially when the workers laughed. "You wretch! How dare you talk to me like that!
"Why... you're so beautiful," Demi said to her. (OMG! He's going to kiss me! What should I do? What?) "Ouch!" she cried out. Demi stopped in his tracks. "Why? What happened?" "My—my waist hurts!" she replied. He helped her stand up. "Where?" "Here," she pointed to her side. "I'm taking you to the hospital!" he said, panicking. "Wait! I'll call—" "No! Don't. Maybe it's just a pinched nerve," she said. "I'll just go to my room; I might need to stretch it out." She quickly ran to her room, eager to escape the awkward situation. Her heart is pounding like there's a drum inside. She quickly shut the door and leaned against it. "Oh my God, that was so embarrassing..." ********** "Demi, calm down!" he said to himself. "She's young, don't ruin her future," he muttered, glancing at the door the girl had entered. "Why does she have to be so beautiful," he chuckled to himself, talking aloud. "Come on, Demi, get it together. This is embarrassing," he said, shaking his
"Are we riding those?" she asked in surprise upon seeing the row of horses. "Yes, so we can tour the mango orchard more easily. If we walk, you might not even get halfway today," Demi answered her. "Which one should I ride?" she asked. "Senyorita, ride with me. I'll be your guide," Caleb said with a smile. "Hey, ride with me instead," Clark said, "He drives too fast." "Shame on you two," Olga scolded, "of course, the senyorito will be the one to accompany her because he's her husband." "You're jealous again," Caleb teased Olga, "don't worry, you're still the one in my heart." "Don't get too interested in my wife," Demi said, shaking his head. "She'll ride with me." "Come on, sir," Caleb said, scratching his head. "I'm not going to fall off, right?" she asked her husband worriedly. "No, you won't. I'll seat you in the front if you're really scared," Demi replied, smiling at her. "Won't it run too fast?" she asked, still worried. She was scared to ride these kinds
Maine's eyes widened in admiration as she took in the charming little villa that Demi had prepared for their lunch. The table was adorned with a simple yet elegant spread of food, a testament to the care and attention to detail that Demi had put into the meal. "Wow, Demi, this looks amazing!" Maine exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine appreciation as she took a seat at the table. Demi smiled warmly, pleased by her reaction. "I'm glad you like it, Maine. I wanted to create a special setting for our lunch today," he explained, taking a seat across from her. Maine nodded, feeling touched by his thoughtfulness. "It's perfect," she replied, reaching out to take his hand in hers. As they began to enjoy their meal, Maine couldn't help but marvel at the delicious flavors and textures of the food. Each dish was expertly prepared, showcasing the culinary skills of their dedicated kitchen staff. "This is incredible, Demi," Maine remarked between bites, savoring the taste of the foo
"Thank God! Are you okay?" Demi asked, concern etched on his face as Maine opened her eyes. Maine had fainted while they were riding the horse, likely frightened when Demi had made the horse run faster. Fortunately, he had been holding her around the waist. He had noticed her unconscious state when the horse slowed down, and he quickly brought her to the villa. The helpers were there, waiting. They assisted in getting Maine off the horse and into the small villa. Demi was worried about her condition, noting her rapid heartbeat, which probably caused her to faint. "W-what happened to me?" she asked. "You fainted while we were riding the horse. I think you got scared when I made the horse run faster," he replied. Holding her head, Maine slowly sat up. Demi helped her, "So—it was just a dream that we ate?" she asked. "We haven't eaten yet because you fainted, but it's only been about ten minutes," he said with a smile. "How do you feel? Do you want me to call a doctor?" "No—I'm fi
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