The doctor’s face clouded with disappointment as she stared at Cecelia, who remained cold and unbothered, showing no hint of remorse for what she was about to do. "What are you waiting for? Let's proceed with the abortion," Cecelia huffed. "I'm sorry, Cecelia, but this time, I won't take part in your sinful act." "Meaning?" "I won't involve myself in getting rid of an innocent soul again!" the doctor snapped. "You're not the one carrying the baby or the one who will endure the pain, so I don't see how aborting this baby will affect you." "Are you even human? That baby in your womb is you and Luke's child!" "I know, but I can't have the baby! At least, not now!" Cecelia fired back. She knew the baby was Luke's child. She always made sure to use protection whenever she had sex with Lewis for money. But with Luke, it was different. He would never agree to use protection with the woman he married, and if she tried to persuade him, she'd come up with a thousand reasons why.
Kristin nearly lost her balance as she stepped out of Richard's car, her eyes widening at the sight of the towering skyscraper before her. *Is this a hotel or a palace in heaven?* she wondered, her gaze locked on Richard. She couldn't fathom how he managed to build a hotel that looked like a dwelling fit for Christ himself. Kristin often got carried away by her wild imagination. "Why are you staring at me like that?" Richard asked. "Are we dead?" she replied, her voice tinged with awe. "What kind of stupid question is that?" "Isn't this supposed to be the entrance to a castle in heaven, not your hotel?" Kristin asked, still gawking at the grand structure. Richard sighed, unsure how to respond. It was obvious this was her first time seeing a skyscraper, but he didn't find her reaction amusing. Once upon a time, he had been a beggar, used by the malicious woman to vent her anger. The only difference between his younger self and Kristin was that he had grown up in Las Veg
"And what about a kiss?" Richard whispered, his lips inching closer to hers. Kristin shoved Richard away, her heart racing. "What the heck are you saying? Why would you kiss me?" she snapped. "Don't overreact. You think I'd kiss those lips of yours? I wouldn't even do it for free," Richard replied, tucking his hands into his pants pockets. "Why do you use every chance you get to insult me?" "I'm just stating facts. I wouldn't even think about kissing you, nor would I grab your waist again." Kristin rolled her eyes at him. "Let's go." "Where are we going?" "I'm taking you home. I have somewhere to be," Richard said, walking away. Kristin hurried to keep up with him. Luke was already waiting in the parking lot. They all got into the car, and Luke drove off. Within minutes, Kristin was back home. "You have her already?" Richard asked, speaking on the phone with someone. "I'll be there," he purred before getting into the car. "Is everything okay?" Kristin asked, and
Richard arrived home late after spending hours at his father's company, ensuring the newly invented cars were ready for launch. When he got home, he found Kristin sleeping on the couch, having waited for him until she fell asleep. He turned off the television she had been watching and sat beside her, studying her peaceful face. "Is it okay to loosen up a little?" he asked, even though he knew he wouldn't get an answer. He sighed deeply and continued speaking to the sleeping woman. "I had a terrible past growing up. It's not something I want to remember. Should I just forget about it and step out of my dark shell?" "You're lucky, Peanut. At least you had a happy childhood and can smile whenever you want. I didn't have that chance. From the moment I was adopted, all I could think about was being successful. In the quest to achieve that, my life became a boring one. But somehow, it's slowly changing because of you." His hand moved toward her face, but the image of the malicious
Kristin remained stiff as Richard continued hugging her. Sensing that he wasn’t ready to break the embrace, she slowly brought her hands to his back and patted him. "It was nothing, Mr. Grouchy. I’m glad I could help," she said. Richard finally broke the hug, and Kristin beamed at him. "Is everything okay with your hotel?" she asked. "A lot of people would have been rushed to the hospital, some might have died on the way, and even though I have a powerful reputation, the hotel would have been shut down for serving food poisoning to so many people. It didn't happen, thanks to you," Richard replied. "I’m sure the rhubarb leaf was served on purpose. Having a reputation in a city like Vegas invites enemies. You should inform the police about this." "I’ll handle it myself. I hate the police force." "You do hate a lot of things, don’t you, Mr. Grouchy? First, I found out you hate smiling, then I learned you hate women, and now the police? What else do you hate?" "You wouldn’t unde
"Is Richard finally interested in women? Seeing how protective and possessive you are of Kristin makes me curious about what she has done to you." Lewis laughed, revealing his bloodied teeth. Richard tightened his grip on Lewis, his hands trembling with fury. "If you don’t want to die prematurely, stay away from my wife! She has no business with you!" "Of course she doesn’t," Lewis sneered, "Because she wasn’t the one who betrayed me and stabbed me in the back!" Lewis's words cut deep, causing Richard to slowly release his grip. Lewis smirked, sensing his advantage. "I’m sure you’re being eaten up with guilt for what you did to me, right? Even when you always portrayed a cold attitude, you were the last person I expected would do something like that to me, Richard!" Richard closed his eyes, then opened them slowly. "Is that why you’re so persistent in bringing about my downfall?" Richard asked, the guilt in his eyes unmistakable. If anyone was to blame for what Lewis
Kristin stood in front of the bathroom mirror, drying her damp hair. She stared at her reflection, replaying Richard’s words from a few minutes ago in her mind. *Keep smiling. I love it when you smile, firefly.* She blushed deeply. She definitely preferred "Firefly" to "Peanut." Even though it was surprising to hear those words from Richard, she couldn’t help but feel happy about it. "Mr. Grouchy loves my smile," she grinned as she stepped out of the bathroom. "Mr. Grouchy loves my smile," Kristin sang the words, dancing with joy. She was a good dancer. Richard, who was about to knock on her door, heard her singing the nickname he’d given her. He had already changed out of his wet clothes, but his hair was still damp and sticking to his forehead. He looked incredibly handsome. "Mr. Grouchy loves my smile, yay!" Richard overheard Kristin’s playful singing from inside the room. "Is she really that happy I love her smile?" he wondered to himself. *Since you lo
Kristin dragged Richard into a store that sold hats, and he followed her without hesitation. He had taken a day off from work because Kristin had volunteered to teach him the basics of farming. They were both dressed simply, but Richard still looked astonishing in his shorts and chiffon shirt. The first three buttons of his shirt were open, giving him a rugged, handsome appearance. "What do we need hats for, Firefly?" he asked. Kristin grabbed the hems of his shirt, urging him to lower himself to her height so she could whisper something to him. Richard sighed and bent down to her level. "These hats are a bit expensive compared to the ones I used in Glenwood, but you need one," she whispered. "What for?" he whispered back. "You want to learn a bit of farming, right? You'll need it to protect your face from the sun," she explained softly. Richard nodded. "We'll take two hats," she smiled at the seller. The seller quickly complied, handing the hats to Kristin after
Romina quickly rushed to Kathryn and separated her from Richard. "I'm sorry for..." Romina paused when she recognized Richard as the same man Kristin was married to. "You?" she muttered, unable to hide her surprise. She had to admit he looked even better in person than in the photos. "You know me?" Richard furrowed his brows, unable to place where he might have seen Romina, after all, he had never met her before. "Richard!" Gladys approached him. "Ma'am Gladys?" Richard uttered, surprised to see Kristin’s mother in Las Vegas. He quickly noticed the man standing next to her was likely Kristin's father. But why were they here? Without taking her eyes off Richard, Gladys called out to Romina. "Romina." "Yes, Auntie?" Romina responded. "Take Kathryn outside and wait until I call for you," Gladys instructed, still staring at Richard. Romina was about to take Kathryn’s hand, but the girl rushed to Richard and hugged him tightly. "No! I don’t want to leave. I want to stay with him!"
Luke kept searching for Kristin, trying to figure out where she might have gone. He couldn’t think of a place because Kristin hadn’t spent much time in Vegas. He didn’t want to call her because he knew she was in a state where she wouldn’t answer the phone. An idea struck him, and hoping she might be there, Luke rushed to the airport—and he was right. Kristin was standing at the entrance, unsure whether she should go in. She had nothing with her. "Kristin!" Luke called out, rushing to her. She looked at him with watery eyes. "Going back to Glenwood isn’t the best option," Luke said, shaking his head. "I don’t want to go back," she replied in a tearful voice. "Then what are you doing here?" Kristin swallowed the painful lump in her throat. "I wanted to go back, but I keep restraining myself. How can I still be in love with a man who raised his hand on me? I can still believe he slap me, Luke. I tried to understand him, knowing he’s cold and has a temper, but I never thought h
Kristin’s eyes widened in shock and pain as she stumbled back, her hand flying to her cheek where he had struck her. The weight of his actions hung heavily in the room, and the silence that followed was filled with an unspoken understanding of the gravity of what had just happened. Richard's face reflected pure shock as he realized what he had done. He had slapped Kristin. He had slapped the woman his heart was falling for. He wasn’t a woman beater, but he had raised his hand against the one person who lit up his world. "Firefly," he called, his voice thick with regret. For the second time, he had let his anger take control, but this time it was worse because he had struck her. "Firefly," he tried to reach out to her, but she shrank back, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry. I... I... didn’t mean to," he pleaded. He hadn’t intended to hurt Kristin, but when his anger took over, he lost control. Kristin didn’t say a word, her cheek stinging from the slap. If someone ha
This was the first time Cecelia had seen Luke talking to another woman, and she felt a pang of jealousy. "She is my wife. I have something to attend to," Luke said, walking past Cecelia. He didn’t want to talk to her because he was still angry with her; he couldn’t get off the fact that he mentioned another man’s name while making love with her. "Really, Luke? I came here to see you, and you’re just going to walk out on me?" Cecelia asked loudly, but Luke didn’t spare her a glance. "Just give him some time," Kristin said, helping Luke with his response. Cecelia wanted to react but saw it as a good opportunity to get to know Kristin and befriend her to extort money from Lewis. She was unaware that Lewis was hospitalized. "Thanks. I’m Cecelia," she said with a fake smile. "I’m Kristin," Kristin said, genuinely smiling at her. "I’m not cheating on Luke. The movie happened to be my favorite, and that’s why I mentioned the character’s name." Kristin only smiled; wondering if she w
Gladys added more adobos to Kathryn’s plate, and she grinned with her missing teeth. "How long has Kristin been in Las Vegas?" Romina asked. "Going on two months now. You know the only blue-collar job here is farming. She barely graduated from school, and we couldn’t afford to pay our debts. Kristin took it upon herself to make a living, which is why she went to Las Vegas. You both are best friends, aren’t you on talking terms?" Gladys asked. "No, we haven’t. I’ve been too busy working as a nurse in Singapore, and the little time I have, I take care of Kathryn. When she calls, I’m busy, and the time difference makes it impossible for us to talk," Romina explained. "And your mom?" "Still not on speaking terms. She was the first person I informed about my return, but she didn’t seem to care. I came back because of Kathryn." "Why? Is everything okay with her?" Gladys asked worriedly, her eyes on Kathryn, who was eating. Romina sighed and began to speak. "She’s been having nightmar
"Kristin got pregnant after a one-night stand with a man on the night of her freshman party at her new college in the Philippines. She is now a single mom with a six-year-old daughter," Parker revealed. Ophelia chortled at Parker’s words, unable to believe that Kristin is a single mother. "Are you serious? Kristin is a single mother?" Ophelia asked skeptically. "Yes, she is. Here’s proof that she has a daughter who is six years old." Parker handed her a document. Without hesitation, Ophelia took the document and began to review it, a creepy smile spreading across her face. "This is her daughter?" Ophelia asked, pulling out a picture of a cute little girl from the envelope. "Yes. Her name is Kathryn Santiago, but for now, she is not in Glenwood with Kristin’s parents." "Then where is she?" Ophelia inquired. "According to my research, she is staying with Kristin’s best friend in Singapore. Her best friend’s name is Romina, and she works as a nurse there while taking care of Kris
Kristin grinned at Richard’s words and quickly got out of bed. “Where are you going?” Richard asked as she headed for the door. “I’ll be back,” she said with a smile. Kristin left the room and returned holding a nylon bag with a ball anklet sealed inside. “That’s the gift you got from the department store, right? I thought you said you’d gotten rid of it?” Richard’s eyes were on her. “I didn’t literally throw it away; I just disposed of it from you,” she smiled. "Why are you showing it to me?" he asked calmly. "I just want to know if you've really conquered your fear of jangling sounds." "Firefly, you can’t—" "I promise to get rid of it if you’re still triggered by it," Kristin said, raising her right hand as if making an oath. Richard looked at her but didn’t say a word. "Should I?" Kristin asked, attempting to unseal the ball anklet. Richard stared at the ball anklet and slowly nodded. He usually avoids letting jangling sounds reach his ears, but now he wants to face his
Lewis grabbed Kristin’s hair forcefully, and she screamed, trying to break free from his strong grip. “Aren’t you going to save your wife? I already have her wrapped around my fingers,” Lewis mocked Richard, showing off his loose tooth and looking like a cartoon villain. Richard tried to stand, but the sound from the ball anklet made him fall back to the ground. “Let me go! Mr. Grouchy!” Kristin’s voice cracked as she tried her best to break free from Lewis’s grasp. Her heart ached seeing Richard in such a pitiful state. He couldn’t move, and Ophelia’s torment with the ball anklet only intensified his distress. “Come on, Richard! Show us what you’ve got! You always act so dominant and powerful, but you’re just an ordinary man afraid of a mere jangling sound. Get on your feet!” Ophelia taunted. “You evil wretch! Stop being evil!” Kristin screamed, but her world almost crumbled when Lewis pressed a knife to her neck. Kristin stopped breathing, and to make it worse, Richard was st
After a pleasant chat with Julio, Kristin sat patiently, waiting for Richard to come pick her up as promised. A man approached her in Julio’s living room and bowed. “Richard sent me to you.” “Why? Is he not coming to get me?” she asked. “He’s busy at the hotel with Luke. That’s why he wants me to take you home,” the man said with a smile. “I’ll just inform Mr. Julio that I’m leaving.” “No need for that. I’ll tell him when he comes out of the bathroom.” Ophelia appeared out of nowhere, and Kristin stared at her. “What are you still waiting for? Your presence sickens me, so leave,” Ophelia raged. With no other option, Kristin left with the man, a smirk forming on Ophelia’s lips. She called Lewis, and he picked up immediately. “He’s taking Kristin to you. I’ll join you shortly,” she said before ending the call with another smirk. “Where’s Kristin?” Julio’s voice asked, startling her. She took a deep breath and replied, “She left with Richard.” “He didn’t bother to say goodby