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
ACEIA'S POVIt was 1 a.m. in the morning when Hudson arrived. From the second floor of the house, I saw the arrival of his car. Yes! I have waited for him since he left. I can't sleep without the presence of my husband. I don't know why, but I just couldn't stand without talking to him. I was so worried! I felt a mixture of regret and fear running through him.I hurried downstairs to open the door. I knew Hudson had the key, but I wanted to meet him. I wanted to say sorry. I want us to get along.My heart pounded rapidly inside the rib cage as I descended the stairs.I ran to the door and opened it, and Hudson almost froze in his tracks when he saw me open the door. Hudson was already there, and he looked like he was about to open the door as well. He also seemed surprised when he was interrupted.The Lanai light was on, so I could clearly see his face. There is also a part of the house where the dim light is on until morning, so even if the light in the living room is not turned on,
ACEIA'S POV"Beatrice!" I called her name when I saw her waiting in the living room, and I sat facing her, one thigh on the couch, and placed the throw pillow on top of my thigh."Hudson is not here; he's in his office.""I came for you.""Why?" Beatrice pointed her index finger at my forehead and pushed my head."What nonsense did you do again?""Nonsense? I'm being too nice.""What did you do yesterday?" I winced slightly. I already knew what she was referring to."He told you?""He didn't mean to, but you know me, I wouldn't stop asking until you would not answer me honestly, so he told me. You hurt him, Ace.""Do you think he was hurt, or did I just step on his ego?""Both. Aceia, he tried to be a good husband. He hasn't even been able to look at another woman since you got married, so I hope you will appreciate it. Give the man a chance."I didn't say a word. I see Hudson's effort to make me feel comfortable in life. For our marriage to work."Do you love Aidan?""I don't know,"
ACEIA'S POVIt's Sunday. Family day. Members were gathered in Christenson House. Since me and Hudson got married, we always attend family parties because our parents want us to.My aunt Talia and uncle Paul also attended the party together with Crimson, their adopted daughter. Who was already married and has two children.I was surprised when I saw Clent at the family day. He rarely attended this kind of party, and I guess his parents forced him to since it was my request because I really missed him."Should we expect a child from you and Hudson, Aceia?" I looked at Crimson when I heard what she said. We are currently at the dining table, having lunch."Does it have a due date?" My cousin rolled her eyes at me. Crimson was sitting next to her child, and she was feeding him.My cousin's eldest son is five years old, a boy, and the youngest is one year old, a girl."Your cousin is right, Ace; should we expect?" My mom asks in a second emotion."Mom, you should tease Clent about that mat