Maine and her friends went to the mall to buy clothes for graduation. Suddenly, a wave of sadness enveloped her. If only Dylan hadn't deceived her, she might have been graduating now too.
"Hey Maine, look at this beautiful dress! It would look amazing on you for graduation!" Emelie happily got the dress.She forces a smile "Yeah, it's really nice.""Are you okay, Maine? You seem a bit down. Is something bothering you?" Elise asked.She sighs "I... I had to stop schooling because of my cheating boyfriend. It's been really tough for me.""Oh, Maine, I'm so sorry to hear that. That must have been really difficult for you." Monique gives sympathy to her."We're here for you, Maine. You don't have to go through this alone. We'll support you no matter what." Emelie cheers her up."Thank you, guys. It means a lot to me to have your support. It's just hard to see everyone excited about graduation when I won't be a part of it." she was about to cry. The tears started to mold on her eyes."Maine, remember that graduation is just one milestone in life. Your education and future success are not defined by this one moment." Elise comported her."Absolutely, Maine. You are still capable of achieving great things, even without a graduation ceremony. Don't let this setback define you." Emelie said.She was teary-eyed "You're right, guys. I can't let this hold me back. I'll find a way to continue my education and pursue my dreams.""That's the spirit, Maine! We're here to support you every step of the way. And remember, you deserve so much better than someone who cheated on you." Monique clapped her hands.She smiles through the tears "Thank you, my friends. I'm really lucky to have you all. Let's find those graduation dresses and celebrate our friendship."********************As she and her friends enjoyed their meal at the mall, she couldn't help but notice a tall and handsome man nearby. There was something about his appearance that seemed familiar to her, but she couldn't quite place where she had seen him before.Curiosity got the better of Maine, and she decided to take a closer look. She discreetly observed him from her table, trying to jog her memory and figure out who he was. Was he a friend from the past? Or perhaps someone she had seen on social media?Suddenly, it clicked. Maine realized that the familiar face belonged to Demitri, her uncle's best friend. Excitement washed over her as memories of their shared adventures flooded back. She couldn't believe that they had crossed paths again after all this time.She scrutinized the man closely. His appearance was almost the same, but more mature now. Her friends looked at him too, observing his every move."That's Demi, you surely know him," Emelie said to her. "No girl can approach him; he's incredibly aloof and grumpy. Did you know he was also cheated on by his fiancée? Apparently, he's too strict.""Did you hear about that too?" Monique chimed in. "Our version is different. The girl cheated on him because Demi's family wanted a pre-nup. She got offended, I think her name was Veverly. Ended up with an older rich guy, they say she's a gold digger.""I know this Veverly," Elise added. "She's had some enhancements. Maybe Demi found out that if they kissed, her nose might break, hahaha," and Elise chuckled. They all laughed at her remark."Crazy!" Emelie playfully slapped Elise on the arm.They almost choked from laughter at the woman's comment."But he's handsome, right?" Monique said, "Isn't he your uncle's best friend, Maine?""Yeah," she replied."I remember when he used to drop you off. Why don't you approach him? He might talk to you," Elise suggested."I don't want to. He might just snub me, and he might not even recognize me anymore." She declined. The man glanced at her. Their eyes met. She smiled at him, but he didn't respond. She felt embarrassed.'Such an aloof guy,' she muttered to herself. 'Maybe what my friends say about him is true. But what girl would cheat on such a handsome guy? Perhaps that girl is incredibly beautiful.'She continued eating and chatting with her friends, glancing at Demi who was no longer there.She scanned the area, unable to find him."Did he disappear?" Emelie teased her."Maybe he flew away," Elise joked."You're both crazy!" Monique shook her head at the antics of her friends.Laughter filled their table because of their antics, and she was nearly choking with laughter herself.Since they were young, these friends have been like this. She used to be the same until she moved to her father's place. There, she became the most beautiful, but here, there are many like her. That's why she's happier at her grandmother's place, with more competition.Elise covered the cost of their meal. Her family was well-off. She said it's a treat for her graduation."We should have ordered take-out," Emelie joked."Yeah, regretting it now," Monique pretended to lament."Hey, you gluttons!" Elise laughed at them."It's okay, it's a treat," Emelie replied.They continued laughing until they left the restaurant. These were friends who didn't just pass through life. She was grateful to them, as they helped her slowly recover from her painful past.She was in her room when a man suddenly entered carrying a sack. She grabbed her pillow to defend herself.The man took out his weapon from the sack."You shouldn't have made it until tomorrow!" he declared."We'll see who falls first!""I'm here to take your head, as I promised my wife!""Before you can do that, I'll make sure to slit your throat!"They circled the room, and she initiated the attack. He fought back, wielding his weapon. Due to his size, he managed to knock her down first.He was about to strike her again, but her grandmother intervened, hitting him with a cane."You're such a nuisance! Your niece just arrived, and look at what you're doing!" She aimed for his legs, and the cane struck hard."Ouch, Mommy!" he cried out. "Maine, defend me!"She blocked her uncle and held him by the arms."Go, Grandma! Avenge me!""Traitor!" Her uncle tried to break free, unintentionally hitting her with the cane."Ouch, Grandma!" She winced in pain. The cane struck her leg, leaving a v
She walked alone, passing through an orchard laden with mango fruit. Her stomach grumbled, so she entered a gap in the barbed wire. She wasn't familiar with the place. It had been ten years since she left.She enjoyed walking among the tall trees with intertwining branches. The fruits seemed like hearts kissing the earth. It felt like she was in an enchanted garden. As she walked, she reached the center of the farm.The trees looked similar, and she didn't know how to find her way out. She hesitated to shout, not wanting to disturb the owner.She continued walking until she came across a beautiful house."Oh my God, a beautiful house in the middle of the woods? Could it be, am I in a haunted place?" She rubbed her eyes in disbelief.She walked around the house, admiring its beauty from every angle. It had a modern touch despite the house's age."Oh, there's a gate," she remarked upon seeing it.But before she could reach it, she heard a growling animal. A shiver ran down her spine. Sh
"Bam! Bam!" Sandro shouted at Demitri."Aaaah, farewell world, farewell," as he knelt down."Hahaha, how's it going, Demi?" his uncle approached and shook his hand."I'm good, how about you? You've been gone for so long. Is this- really Maine?," he said with a smile.Maine raised an eyebrow, then shouted at them, "You guys are animals! You scared me!""Sorry... as soon as you called me, I messaged Demi to let him know it was you.""That arrogant guy over there," she pointed at Sandro."I'm just being cautious.""Because the last girl who got lost here brought him tears," Sandro chuckled."Shut up Sandy..""Stop calling me that way, I got goose bumps!""Take your niece with you, I think she's so annoyed with me.""I'm glad you noticed that, idiot." she murmured in frustration and mimicking his reaction."Wow, what a sharp tongue! I guess, you inheret that to your uncle Sandy.""Shhhoooo! shut up Demi. We're going. Thank you for not shooting Maine," her uncle jokingly wink at Demi."Let
She woke up with a growling stomach in the early morning. Peeking outside, she made sure the guys she annoyed were gone. Once assured there is no one else there, she headed to the kitchen, finding leftover food on the table inside the food keeper. No need for lights; the light outside their garage sufficed.Seated on the chair, she opened the food containers, the worms inside her intestine dancing wildly. She first tasted the pasta her uncle praised – delicious, undoubtedly he didn't cook it but from a town restaurant.Grabbing a canned soft drink from the fridge, she savored the meal alone until the light suddenly turned on. Her uncle Sandro stood there, smirking."I've been watching you for hours; I was going to put that in the fridge," he approached, taking a seat in front of her, "tantrums gone?""I'm annoyed with you and your old friend. You act like you're fresh catches, but you're just left over," she retorted, visibly irritated."You tease me but you're so sensitive.""I know!
"We're here, Miss Maine," Luna eagerly ushered her into the elevator."It's beautiful here. How long have you been with the company, Luna?" she asked."Just a year, ma'am. It's tough to get in, so I seized the opportunity when I was accepted. The compensation is good, and stay-in staff even get quarters.""What's your salary here?" she asked."10 thousand, but there are deductions like Pag-IBIG, SSS, and PhilHealth. With the health card, it comes out as eight thousand, plus free lodging and food.""Your boss seems stingy. Only eight thousand every half of the month?.""Oh, sorry, It was weekly!"She was surprised. It was substantial, especially considering everything was provided for free. It felt even better than working abroad."Wow, that's a decent amount.""We also have a centralized tip used for team building, Christmas parties, and various events.""This place seems good. How's Demi as a boss?""He's fine, but not as kind as Mr. Sandro.""Mr. Sandro?""Yes, Mr. Sandro. He's a lo
When the elevator doors opened on the ground floor, two men with tied hands, bruised faces, and torn clothes emerged, accompanied by a woman in white shorts."That's Sir Justin and Sir Nick. Weren't they supposed to have a meeting with Sir?" one staff member remarked."Help them!" shouted a tall, muscular man came with a name plate like Luna has "Boss, what happened to you?""That woman there, so arrogant, just kicked us out for no reason!" one of the men explained."She got angry just introducing herself! Hey, you're no beauty either!" retorted another."Especially you, if we use the right term, you look like a devil. Not handsome and with a terrible attitude. With a face like that, focus on improving your attitude," the woman added."Why is there a squatter in here? Get her out!" the male manager ordered."Miss, please leave," one staff member said, "we might get scolded by Sir.""Who's Sir?""Sir Demi.""I'm not leaving! Call your boss if you want! Those two disrespected me, play t
"My favorite niece, are you okay?" her uncle Sandro hugged her."I-I'm okay, uncle. W-what happened?" she asked, puzzled."Nothing, everything's fine. Why?" he replied with a smile."Where's De-Demi?""He's busy. Let's go inside," he said, guiding her into the room. "How are you, Luna?""I'm okay, sir," she replied while adjusting the bathrobe she brought earlier."Someone barged in earlier—they shot at us," she reported to her uncle."Oh, it was just a toy gun. They left already," Sandro replied with a grin."But I saw—""Saw what?"She glanced at Luna, who was busy with something. Nothing seemed unusual in that room. She wasn't hallucinating."But uncle—""It's nothing. Maybe you're hungry. Come on, Demi prepared food in his room. Let's go eat there. He's waiting. Luna, let's go.""Alright, sir," Luna replied, leaving first. As they exited, Luna locked the unit again.Glancing back at the room they came from, she thought, 'weird.'They entered a larger unit, more like a house than j
"Hey!! Maine!!" her grandmother's voice echoed, "my grandchild, what's happening to you?"She opened her eyes, finding herself in her room, lying on the bed. Her grandmother's worried face greeted her. As if she's there for quiet sometime."Grandma!" she hugged her tight."Why? I came in here, and you were having nightmares. I got worried, good thing I came to check on you. Demi and your uncle are outside. He brought food. He said you came from his farm earlier. What time did you go to sleep?""I'm not sure, but I fell asleep right away upon arriving. You were already asleep, so I didn't inform you that I was back."'Thank goodness it was just a dream. I thought it was real. I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. If Lola didn't wake me up, would I have died?'She stretched her body and then hugged her grandmother."Oh my God, hahaha why?" her grandmother hugged her back."Nothing, Lola, I just felt like I missed you."She assisted her grandmother out of the room, where Demi a
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