After me and mom talk, we eat dinner, and then I call Hudson to come and pick me up. I already wanted to go because mom has a lot of questions that I don't have answers to. Even I don't know what I am feeling. All I know is that I'm trying to be a good wife.I called Hudson a couple of times, but he didn't answer. His cell phone kept ringing, so I asked my mom if she had the number of Hudson's secretary, and mom immediately gave it to me.As soon as I got it, I dialed Hudson's secretary's number. It was almost six o'clock in the evening. I feel so fucking tired of what I did all day. After me and mom talk, I arrange my things in my room and plan to get them tomorrow, or maybe if I have time.I breathed a sigh of relief when Hudson's secretary answered my call."Hello, is this Hudson's secretary?" I said on the other line."Good evening, ma'am. Yes, it's Mr. Hudson's secretary. What can I do for you?" A woman asked from the other line.I hesitated to ask, but in the end, I did. "Do you
HUDSON'S POVOne week has passed without Aceia talking to me. Every time I attempt to talk to my wife, she always has an excuse for not talking to me. Just like now. We are eating face-to-face, but Aceia never said a word.My annoyance was too much, but I couldn't do anything. I was irritated. I don't know what I did or why Aceia is being like this.I tried talking to her in any way that I could think of. I tried pleasing my wife in every way, but to no avail. I tried to corner her in the bathroom and kiss her senselessly, but she didn't complain and just stood there like a statue. And this is the cruelest thing that has happened in the past week. I tried to seduce her. I miss my wife; that's why I started kissing her on the lips down to her neck. I thought she would stop me, but she let me do what I wanted. I was the one who stopped voluntarily because my wife was like a statue, cold and emotionless.I want to shout because of frustration! I will lose my mind every time we are togeth
ACEIA'S POV"Ace, just chill," Beatrice said as we were still in the car. I didn't know where love would take us, but I didn't care. "You saw that Hudson was shocked, right, didn't you? I was there and I saw it. Don't assume. Don't let that woman destroy your relationship with Hudson as a couple."I didn't say a word. Yes, my two eyes saw that, but it still hurt to see another woman hug my husband, and on top of that, Hudson didn't do anything; he just stood. I feel like someone picked up my heart and stomped on it over and over again. I know my reaction is kind of dramatic, but no, it really hurts.I know that our marriage is just for a show, but I didn't know I'd be hurt like this, and it hurts because before, I told myself that I would never be like this and that I would be okay if Hudson found another woman. Now that it's happening, it makes me feel pain.I was stunned when Love's car stopped at our house gate."Thank you," I said to my love, who had just answered me with a nod.B
HUDSON'S POVI almost called every saint I knew just to stop my stomach from aching. I couldn't count how many times I had to go back and forth to the bathroom since I ate the breakfast that Aceia cooked.Speaking of Aceia, she bit her lip while looking at me pitifully. I was lying on the bed, weak and drained."Are you okay?" She asked while biting her lips."I'm fine." I answered lifelessly. "I took medicine to stop this LBM; it will take effect soon. I'll be okay." My stomach grumbled again. "Fuck!" I go run to the bathroom again."Holy fucking hell!" I screamed as I felt that I only discharged water. "I'm going to die. Fuck it!"It was silly, but I was afraid of LBM. When I was a child, I was taken to the hospital because of diarrhea. And I was dehydrated, even if it was only for a few hours. I developed a phobia because of the many needles that were injected into me. Because of that, I learned to cook for myself. I want to make sure what I eat is clean. Aceia was the first person
HUDSON'S POVI can feel that I am starting to get drunk. My vision was spinning, so I closed my eyes to avoid dizziness and leaned my head against the back of the sofa I was sitting on. But even though I was already drunk, I still reached for the glass that had rum in it. "Rum" comes from a shortened version of the slang words "rumbullion" or "rumbustion. I knew liquor like my father did. The Rixco Wine Enterprise was centered in the liquor business, such as rum."Damn all the women in the world!" Clark suddenly shouted, making my eyes open.I looked at Clark, who was drowning himself in his favorite Martini wine. Clark looked like shit. He was a freaking mess. His hair is messy, and he won't be surprised if the iron chases him because his polo shirt is so tangled."Shut up, moron," Wilson said in a strong voice, glaring at Clark. "I don't want to be famous tonight, so don't shout. People are looking at us. I don't intend to have fans. And anyway, you owe me. I'll take you to your pen
HUDSON'S POVMy forehead was wrinkled when I woke up with nothing on my body except the boxers I was wearing. I quickly got up and looked around, full of dread. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that I was in our bedroom.Thank God...I stood up from sitting on the bed and rubbed my head as if it were being torn apart by the pain."Argh! I hate having a hangover!" I groaned.I was about to walk to the bathroom when I saw a post-it note on the side table, and next to it were two Advils and a glass of water.I picked up the post-it note and read what was written there. It was a woman's handwriting, and I confirmed it when I read what was written there.Hudson,Here's an Advil for your headache. I also cooked soup for you. I'm sorry about what I did yesterday. I know it was childish of me. When you read this, I'll probably be in Dra. Manzana's office for my check-up. I hope you like what I cooked. Have a great day ahead.-AceI stared at Aceia's note. I want to stay angry with her,
ACEIA'S POVI awoke early the next day, greeted by an empty space where Hudson had once been. Urgency fueled my movements as I rose swiftly, clutching a towel and a set of clothes. The morning routine was a familiar dance.After the comforting embrace of the shower and the refreshing sting of toothpaste, I emerged from the room, descending to the first floor of the house. The damp tendrils of my hair clung to the towel I used, a makeshift accessory on my journey downstairs."You will stumble in what you do." The resonance of Hudson's voice reached me, a casual observation that halted my hair-drying endeavor."Hudson, you're an early riser," I remarked, words offered almost instinctively as I appraised his morning countenance. His clear face, adorned in a black cotton sweatshirt with a white stripe design paired with rugged jeans, exuded a simple yet undeniable handsomeness."Yeah, I woke up early," Hudson confirmed, closing the physical distance between us. "Because I was looking for a
ACEIA'S POV"H-Hudson," I stammered out the word. I felt very nervous at the visible expression on Hudson's face. His expression was harsh, and he was trying to hide his anger.Hudson's mouth opened slightly, his chest heaving as he slowly released what seemed to be a very heavy breath from his mouth and looked away from me.His jaw moved aggressively before looking back at me."Beatrice is..." He paused, struggling to get the sentences out."Beatrice is looking for you. But if you were busy, I'd just tell her." His voice was harsh, but his expression says that he's in pain. I don't know if I would believe that he's hurt or what, but when he took a step back before turning his back on us, I immediately stood up from where I was sitting."Hudson!" I called out his name, causing him to stop in his tracks, but he didn't look back."Let me explain; it's not what you think." My voice trembled, my knees were trembling violently beneath my skirt, and my heartbeat was so strong that it seemed