Twaine's Point of View :It's already nine in the evening but Kyle isn't home yet. Three in the afternoon earlier when he texted that he couldn't pick me up because he went to an emergency. I can not understand myself. I feel like he's lying to me. My heart doesn't want to believe him, but it's my brain that tells me not to over think because I'm the one that Kyle loves and no one else. I've prepared our dinner before but until now I still don't touch it. I still don't eat even though my pets are hungry there, inside my stomach. I want us to eat together. I admit I'm bored and sleepy but I still want to wait for him. When I heard the doorbell, I ran to the door to see who was outside. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that it was Kyle. I opened the door and went outside to open the gate. After Kyle parked his car in the garage I closed the gate. "I'll do it wifey." He said as I was about to close the gate, but I didn't listen to him. I still closed it even though he volunt
Twaine's Point of View :It's been almost a week since I heard from Ana that she saw Kyle in the hospital but I just ignored it. I don't want Kyle and I to fight, I also don't want to get hurt so I just didn't pay attention to it. I am currently on my way today to bring lunch to Kyle at his office. I also feel sorry for him, he's really very busy because we hardly catch up at home anymore. Every time I woke up, he was gone. Every time he came home too, I was asleep. Fortunately, we are no classes today because of intrams. I don't have any sports to participate in, so I don't have to go to school anymore. When I got out of the taxi, I immediately joined the Mendez family company. I was about to enter the elevator when someone called me. "Twaine, Twaine my daughter-in-law!" It was aunt Kyla, Kyle's mom, was walking briskly towards me. She immediately hugged me tightly as soon as she approached me. "Mom! How are you?" I asked her happily. "I'm good. Thank you. Also, getting olde
Twaine's Point of View :"But I can't do that," it was as if heaven and earth had fallen on me because of Kyle's response. "W-why?" Even though I knew what his answer would be, I still chose to ask. "She's dying, she's suffering a stage 4 bone cancer." He answered sadly. I don't know if it's craziness I am feeling, but I don't feel pity for that Roxanne. "So, is that just the way it is? What about me? I'm your wife, but it seems that I am an obstacle for you two..." I kept saying that while my tears continued to flow. "Twaine, you understand me, don't you?" He had a pleading question for me. I shook. "I don't know Kyle, I don't know." I said between my sobs. "What do you mean?" He asked me. "Let's just continue what we had talked about before. After all, I am nothing to you anymore, right? When I turn eighteen—" "No! I won't allow it!" He objected to what I am going to say. "You won't allow? What about me, Kyle? Please, don't be selfish! I'm your wife. But look, I'm the one w
Twaine's Point of View :"If you're just here to fight Roxanne, it's better to just leave!" I never thought Kyle would yell at me like that right in front of that woman. Because my eyes were dimming from crying so hard, I hardly knew where my two feet had taken me. My tears are still flowing. Why isn't it exhausted yet? I have been crying for a few days but my tears are still flowing. Funny that I don’t understand. "Twaine, stop it." I was stopped when suddenly someone grabbed my other arm. "Oh, it's you again." I said weakly. "Why is it that whenever I'm not okay, you're the one who always shows up? Tell me Clyde, who are you really?" I asked gently while my tears continued to flow. Instead of him answering me, he just gave me a tight hug. I’ll admit, I was slowly calming down because of his hug. I did not mumble or make any noise. I just felt myself as he hugged me. "Don't you really remember me?" He asked me. He let go of my hug so it doesn't matter that we are facing each o
Twaine's Point of View :"Oh, my dear. C'mon what's wrong? Tell it to mommy, I'm willing to listen." Aunt Kyla said as she hugged me tightly."M-mom—" I don't know but it looks like something is stuck in my throat right now. "Ma'am Kyla, there's a delivery." "For whom?" Auntie asked one of the maids who handed her over. "It looks like it belongs to sir Kyle." The maid answered. "Okay, thank you." When Tita got it, she immediately handed it to me. "Open it my dear." She said smiling. "Ah, not anymore aunt, maybe that's important." I rejecte her. I returned the letter to aunt. She opened it and then she read the contents. Her eyes widened as she moved around me and the envelope she was holding. "W-what's the meaning of this Twaine?" It seems like an unbelievable question. I just looked at aunt blankly because I also didn’t know what she meant. "Have you been annulled?" She asked shaky. She didn't seem to believe what she read. "M-mom, I didn't agrees to that," I said crying.
Ana's Point of View :Hi, I am Allessana Chandria Gomez a.k.a Ana. I am 18 years old and like Twaine I am also a 2nd year college nursing student. Obviously, we're classmates. We just finished our intrams so we went back to school again. I smiled as I greeted Twaine with my tight hug but she didn’t seem to be on herself. I could see the sadness in her angelic eyes. I knew she had a problem. However, she is not the type who will tells you her problems. She would rather keep her problem to herself than tell to us. "Hey, what's wrong?" I asked her. "H-huh? Nothing." She said smiling. Tsk! She's good there—in pretense. "Twaine, I'm your friend aren't I? Don't say nothing because I know there is." She just stared at the emptiness before letting out a series of sighs."I just realized that it's so hard being alone." she said laughing but I could see the watering in her eyes. Because there is no prof. so I stood up and held her hand. "Come with me." I told her while still holding her
Twaine's Point of View :Ana and I are in the hospital now. We were also close to Roxanne's room but before we could finally get close to the room I let out a series of sighs. "Twaine, are you sure you really want to talk to Miss Sanchez?" Ana made sure to ask me more. "Yes, I'm sure." I answered. "In that case, come on. Let's go in while she has no other guests." I nodded at her. She also went inside first so I followed her. Kyle is not here now, maybe he's taking care of something. It would be better for us not to meet again. Because I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to see him after all. "Why are you here? Are you here again to fight me?" She asked raising her eyebrows. "Psh, I'm not here for a fight." I said in almost crying. "Ana, can you leave us first?" I beg Ana. She hugged me before she left the room. "C'mon Twaine, if you're here just to scold me again—" "I'm not here to do that Miss Sanchez," I interrupted what she could say. "I know you're dying and you badly need
Twaine's Point of View :When I got home from school, I went home immediately. As usual, I went straight to my room and changed into my uniform. After all, I'm of legal age and my flight is open, why haven't I completed the day yet? I opened my closet to get my clothes. Earlier, on my way home I thought of going to a bar. I want to make the most of this day alone. Jeremy and Ana would have invited me out but I refused. I said I just wanted to sleep at home but the truth is, I wanted to talk to myself. An off-shoulder red and white denim shorts I thought of wearing. I paired it with a black heel that suited me. 'Perfect!' I also put foundation on my face. I also fixed my eyebrow. And last, I wear a red lipstick. I just put on my long hair. After I adjusted myself, I next picked up my black shoulder bag. After all, I went to my small cabinet where the car key that Daddy bequeathed to me 3 years ago is located. At the age of 15, I knew how to drive. Daddy also taught me. I already
Kyle's Point of View :It's been a year since the accident happened and it's still fresh to us. What if the plan I had made for her ended in disaster? I still thought that day was the best day for us. But like I said, I just thought. "Daddy, stop crying, Mommy will be sad." My daughter weaned me sadly. I just laughed because she stopped me from crying and then she cried too. "Daddy can't help it, Baby. I miss your mom, I miss her so much." I said as I stared at her intently. "Me too, Daddy, I miss her so much." "It's my fault Dad, maybe If I didn't scare her through calls she's still with us, right? I hate myself, Daddy!" She started hurting herself. She's blaming herself for her mom's sudden death. "Sssh, it's not your fault, Baby. It's not your fault, no one wants that to happen, okay?" I said to calm her down. "But—" "Don't be so stubborn, okay? Your mommy will be sad when you're like that." I get my handkerchief and wipe her tears. I pinch her nose to make her smile. "Oh—o
Twaine's Point of View :I was happy to go home because it was finally okay. I have finally forgiven the person I first hated. I don't think I can do that despite what she did to me. "Ma'am, you look so happy! Only now have I seen you like that again." Manang immediately noticed me. I just smiled at her sweetly because what she was saying was true. I now believe that when you forgive you will finally get rid of the pain you feel, the resentment, and most of all you will be happy. I was destructed by the sudden ringing of my phone. I immediately shoved my cellphone into the shoulder bag I was carrying. "Mo—mommy! I-i need you here, I'm scared, Mommy!" My knees seemed to soften because of my daughter's pitiful voice. "Ba-baby, where are you? Where's your Daddy?" I almost cried when I asked her. But she had no answer, all I could hear was her sobbing until she was completely lost on the other line. I felt so uneasy because of the possibility that my daughter is in danger. Her voice,
Kyle's Point of View :"Daddy, where are we going?" Alexandria asked me happily while I was driving the car. "To your Grandfather and Grandmother." I replied."Really? Hmm." Her happy expression suddenly became sad. "Why?" I asked after I saw her frowning. "Mommy's not with us. I'm sad." she answered. I just smiled because of what she was thinking. She was very much like her Mom. "Don't worry, your mom will come later." I said smiling. Her face suddenly brightens. "Really? But she's mad at you, Daddy." She's now pouting which is what Twaine usually did when we were together. "I know. But believe me, she'll come later." I said surely. "Okay, if you say so." she said. I just continued driving and when we got home Mommy and Daddy greeted us happily, as well as sister Kaira. "God, my granddaughter! Finally, we saw you too." Mommy almost said as she continued to kiss and hug Alexandria. "You look so much like your mommy, God!" My sister, on the other hand, started harassing my d
Twaine's Point of View :"Mom where are we going?" My daughter asked after we left in a hurry at her Dad's Office right away. That's why I was almost out of breath as I walked into his Company because that's what I am going to see."Let's go home, baby." "But, Mom?" "Alexandria, Mommy is tired. Let's go home, okay?" I know how excited she is to see her Dad and be with his Daddy but I can't stand to see Kyle after what I've witnessed earlier. My God! AM didn't say a word, so we went home quiet. AM immediately went to her room when we got home, I knew she was sulking because of the bad incident earlier. I was just sitting in the living room for coffee when Kyle suddenly came. I jumped to my feet and faced him. "What are you doing here?" I was able to open up to him. "Twaine, let me explain," "Let you explain? For what else, Kyle? For what else? We both know that from the beginning nothing was done right!" I continued. He just remained silent as if he was still waiting for somethi
Twaine's Point of View :"Mommy, I miss Daddy Kyle," my daughter said sadly. I approached her and hugged her. She has been like that for several months every time she comes home from school, every time she wakes up in the morning she has nothing else to say but her Dad. I don't know either, but I haven't heard from Kyle either. It has been almost three months since he returned to the Philippines. For the first few months he was still calling us, updating about what he's doing, but only after about a month he suddenly stopped contacting us. I don't want to think that he forgot his promise to our daughter and to me, but it seems like that too. He told us that he'll going to comeback after a month but its been 3 months and yet he's not here. "Ssshh, don't cry, Baby." I told my daughter who is now starting to cry. I don't know what else I can say to calm her down. I almost told her every possible reason why her Dad isn't yet coming back."Mommy, let's go back to the Philippines, pleas
Twaine's Point of View :"Good morning!" Kyle greeted us warmly as he left his room. "Good morning too, Daddy!" Alexandria greeted him back. It's Sunday now, so, I am not in the Hospital. I woke up early to prepare breakfast for Kyle and A.M. Ever since we came back here from the Philippines, my work schedule has always been busy. I don't even have time to take care of my daughter, it's really good and Kyle is here to watch over and take or pick up our daughter to school. "Good morning," I also smiled and greeted Kyle. The day he decided to come with us here in Canada, not everything went easy. I've been adjusting being with him. It's because I'm not used to it, maybe because I've been used to it for almost six years—without him. "By the way, your flight is already tomorrow, have you fixed your belongings?" I asked him while I was busy putting food on his plate. I stopped after he held my hand. "I want to take you home with our daughter." His eyes were talking as he looked at me.
Kyle's Point of View :It feels like I was in heaven right now. Seeing the love of my life and our little angel. I can't help myself to stop smiling while staring at them. It's so much fun to feel that finally, I'm with them both. Who would have thought that after six years I would see Twaine and our daughter, again? How did I find out? That's how it is. Flashback. "What do you need Mr. Mendez?" Detective Ced asked me a meaningful question. He's one of the best detective I've ever known that's why I trust him. He's also one of my closest friend. I called him because I was restless, it seemed like there was something itching in my body to find out what Twaine’s life had been like in Canada. “I want you to know all about Twaine Isabelle Montenegro 6 years ago." I told him carefully. "Is that all?" He smiled and asked me another question. "That's all." I said sparingly."Okay—your request is my command, your Majesty. Expect me to report to you tomorrow everything about her." He even
Twaine's Point of View :"Are you really leaving again for real?" Ana asked sadly. I smiled at her and hugged her tightly. "Yes. It's only a few days and my daughter's class will start again, so, yeah, we're leaving." Ana just frowned at my answer and then A.M. was the one she planned to hug and kiss. "Always take care there, Twaine." Jeremy told me with a smile. "We will," I answered before taking A.M to Ana. "We will miss you, Twaine." they both said. “I’ll always call you when I’m not busy.” I happily told them. The two of them just hugged me. Today was our flight going back to Canada. Clyde is supposed to be back next Sunday that's why he can't come with us now. I grab A.M's hand and started walking when I heard someone's calling my name. "TWAINE!" His loud shout stopped and startled me. What is he doing here? Why is he here? I kept asking questions in my mind. "Wait up!" He was still gasping to get close to us. Even Ana and Jeremy were surprised by Kyle's sudden appearanc
Twaine's Point of View :"Good morning!" The woman greeted me with a smile. I don't know her but when she greets me it seems like she knows me. "Good morning, too." I hesitate to greet her back. "You are Twaine, right?" she asks. I nodded in response. "Sofia," She introduced herself and held out her hand to me. "Why do you know me?" I asked her curiously. "Kyle is my boyfriend and he always tells me about you." She said sweetly. After she said that her boyfriend is Kyle, it seemed to suddenly tighten my chest. "Oh," The only word I uttered. I also didn't know what to answer or say to her. "So, do you need anything?" I asked her directly. "Last night, Kyle proposed to me," she said with a smile but despite that I could see the sadness in her eyes. "Congrats!" I greeted her. She just smiled at me. "It's not like what you think, Twaine." she continued. "I didn't accept his proposal." A series of tears fell in her eyes after she said that. "I love him so much, in our four year