Back In ThaiIzabelle soon closed her shop with the help of Nick who helped her pack up easily and together they both made their way to the house which was on the last floor which was the sixth floor in the building. It was an old building and if Izabelle wasn't mistaking, it must have been here for almost five decades. This building might just fall one day but she hopes that the day it falls, she should not be here. Using their flashlights as torches so they could see, they both made their way through the stairs. Looking at Izabelle’s poor living condition, he frowned and kicked a cellophane of dirt placed there by someone unknown. In this kind of place, there must always be stupid people who don't know how to keep things and just through them wherever they deem fit. As they got to the door, Izabelle fumbled with her bag for the key to her apartment and when she finally found it, she opened the door and was welcomed with darkness. “Wahhhh.”“Jesus.”“Sie Sie.”“Hahahaha.”A haunt
In the morning or the next day, Izabelle sent Rosie to kindergarten and returned home. Her normal process was to knot some wears and sew some clothes before finally arriving at her shop by noon. She opened the shop, cleaned it, and started ranging her stuff. In her mind, she made a mental note to mind her business yesterday and not mingle with her neighbors. On this street, she was known to be the only woman who minds her business and doesn't gossip at all. It's not like she can't gossip or is too righteous to gossip, come on, she was someone who loves gossip a lot. She used to be a fan of that with Ruby. But she just doesn't want to associate herself with these women because she knows that the moment she left there, they were going to gossip about her too and that will be so pissing to her. At two-thirty, she sat all alone in her shop, continuing to knit some clothes and wait for customers as the street wasn't lively yet.“Honey, slow down. I don't like this character of yours at a
Marcel didn't say anything. He just kept staring at her and waiting for her to calm down. He stared at the woman he had missed for these past months. Only he knows how much he struggled just to live these months without them by his side. He struggled really hard to be able to continue living and not give up on life. He stared at the woman who had lost a lot of weight in just six months. Her body no longer had the faint scent of the perfume that she used to wear but instead had a shampoo’s fragrance. In all, she still looked beautiful even with her hair packed casually and without any makeup. She was effortlessly the lost beautiful woman that he had set his eyes on and he couldn't help falling in love with her over and over again.“Leave, please.”She was being as calm as she could as she ordered him to leave her shop. He has chased away her customer. The man who came at the same time as Macel. He ran away from seeing her character to Marcel and thought that was how she acted to all h
“I'm not hiding anything. She's gone. We're never going to see her again. You had a chance to see her before she left this world but you ruined it. It is not my fault that she left.”“Are you still going to deny it? You are still going to keep my daughter away from me?”“I'm not keeping her away. If you so much want her then go look for her in heaven, okay.”“Just stop it already. Our daughter is still alive and is in kindergarten not too far from here. What makes you think that I will not investigate my daughter after finding out that you are in this town? Before I came here, I already went to the kindergarten not far from here. I saw my daughter with my very own eyes. She's alive and kicking. She is healthy. Tell me, Izabelle. What does giving me the death certificate mean, huh? Do you know what I've been through since you both left?”Izabelle removed her gaze from him seeing how he looked at her in a sorrowful way. No. Why was he making her look like the bad guy here? He was the o
“Just leave, Marcel. You are only going to make my daughter feel uncomfortable. She doesn't like eating close to strangers.”“Strangers? I'm not a stranger. That's my daughter for Christ's sake.”“Rosie doesn't have a father or let's say that her father died to her six months ago. That's it. Please, you should leave.”Izabelle turned around to continue packing up her things. Silence followed and after some time, she could no longer feel Marcel’s presence behind her and so she turned around only to be met with space. She sighed after realizing that he left just like that without creating a scene and asking her what she meant. It was a good thing that she left. She looked inside the store and watched as Rosie slowly stood up and started making her way to where her Mommy was standing. She already changed from her school uniform and was now in her normal dress. Izabelle always brings spare clothes for her in the store so that she doesn't run around in her kindergarten uniform. “Mommy, I
“It is my fault that he was able to find out where you live. If I had done well to hide my traveling out of the country, he would never have found out where you live. I thought I hid it perfectly but I guess I was mistaken. I found out recently that he has been stalking me and finding out if I travelled or not and that's the main reason I don't travel often anymore. I thought that if I came here to see you, he was going to know and find out where you live. “It's not your fault, Nick. It's okay. Marcel is like that. He wants things to bend how he wants them to. I'll make sure he comes nowhere close to my daughter. It's not your fault at all. Sooner or later, I would have to face him. It's just a matter of time.”“Did you hear what happened to the Wilson enterprises?” Nick asked. “Good or bad?”“Bad.”Hearing that something bad happened to the Wilson enterprises, Izabelle’s eyes widened and she heard that something happened to the Wilson enterprise. What exactly happened? She seemed e
“Mommy, I’m back,” Rosie announced as she ran into the house after the school bus dropped her at the gate of the compound. She quickly searched everywhere for her Mommy and she finally saw her in the kitchen preparing something for them. She ran to her Mommy and hugged her legs. “Mommy, Rosie missed you.”“You did?”“En.”“How was school today, honey,” she asked, patting her daughter’s head and holding her hands out of the kitchen since it wasn’t safe. It’s been two days since that day and today was Monday. She didn’t go to the shop today because she was tired and she wanted to have some rest and then prepare something delicious for them. She was going to resume going to the shop tomorrow as her customers would already be worried already. She hadn’t been to her shop for the past two days, which were weekends. Normally, she would go to the shop every day until it was Sunday. She only rests on Sundays. As she had not started cooking and was only washing the ingredients, she held her
“Rosie, you're not ready yet? Your school bus will soon be here,” Izabelle asked loudly as she waited for her daughter after she was done getting ready. She just has to take her downstairs then come back in to take her stuff and head for the shop. She folded her hands while waiting for her to finish dressing up. “You act like an old woman. Who spends hours getting ready, huh? Children don’t waste time getting ready,” she said when the child finally came out of her room and walked into the sitting room where her mother was. “I was trying to tie my hair in the best way.”“Really? And this is what you came up with?”“Is it cute?”“Cute what? You look like a masquerade. Look what you did to your hair,” Izabelle complained as she walked to her to touch her hair. She didn’t even comb it very well. Just today when she asked her to dress herself and dress her hair herself, she ruined it. Well, she wanted her daughter to start being independent at a young age so she asked her to get herself
~Eight Months And Some Weeks Later~“You know I'm not going to get into that thing, honey,” Marcel complained as he looked at the two of them. The two most important people in his life. Izabelle and Rosie. He was standing in between them and they were peering at him, begging him to do their bidding. Having two women in life is so stressful. He can't wait for the baby in Izabelle’s womb. The family of three was in a park. They came to have fun as it was a holiday and the mother and daughter duo were begging that Marcel get into the roller coaster with Rosie as her mother was heavily pregnant and would not be able to accompany the child up there. But Marcel was still traumatized from his last time getting on a roller coaster and had sworn that there was nothing in this world that would push him to get up there again. “Please, Daddy. Just this one time. I promise it won't be as bad as the last. Don't be afraid. “Who says that I'm scared? I just don't like how it moves so fast. Daddy i
Seeing that his boss’s wife was not fine, he decided to call a doctor for her. “Uncle, are you calling a doctor? Mommy is unwell.”He looked at the sweet little cute girl that he still couldn't believe was his boss’s daughter. Like, how come he has had a daughter all these while and he was only aware of it a year ago? “Yes, cute. Didn't worry, your Mommy is going to be fineThe little girl nodded and ran into the bathroom on the other side of the room. She came back with a bowl of water and a small towel in her hands. Knowing what she wanted to do, he smiled and rubbed her head. She was a smart little child just like her parents. “Mommy, I'm going to dab your face with the towel,” she told her unconscious mother. She had always noticed that whenever she was unwell and her temperature was high, her mother would simply dab her head with a towel and clean her body. This sad the second time that her Mommy was unwell since this year and this was the second time that she would be doing t
Izabelle finally woke up on the third day after she was declared pregnant. The doctors had said that she passed out from the shock and would wake up anytime soon but it wasn't until the third day that she woke up. When Izabelle opened her eyes, everywhere was blurry to her and she tried to look around but it was blurry to her. “Mommy, you're awake.” She heard Rosie’s voice and her tiny footsteps as she ran towards her. She also heard some other footsteps rush to her and when they were finally right beside her, she was able to see them clearly. “Izabelle, you're awake.”“Izabelle.”“Pl…please help me sit up.”Both Ruby and Mrs. Wilson helped her sit up on the bed and she ass finally able to see everywhere clearly. She was in the hospital. What was she doing here and when did she come here? Then all of a sudden, all the memories started flashing into her head. From her grandfather and then to her pregnancy announcement. God. All of this was happening too fast. Right! Her grandfather.
He was now suffering from both the cold from sitting in the rain for a long time and from the fall from when he was trying to pick up his phone. “I got here immediately I heard the news,” Ruby finished. “Where is Jared? He isn’t here?”“He stepped out a bit to make a call to his wife. He was in the office when he heard the news too.”“Goodness. I pray nothing happens to Grandfather. I don’t know what to do if something happens to him.”Ruby held her hands and patted it. She was trying to console her friend and make her feel alright. She just returned from Thailand in the hope of starting a new life and now this? This was depressing. She didn’t even tell Izabelle all that the doctor said. The doctors had said that the old man’s condition was so bad and they weren’t sure that he was going to make it alive and that they just had to pray that he eventually made it out. “Izabelle.”She turned to the side to find out who it was that called her and when she saw that it was Jared, she imm
~Three Weeks Later~“Marcel, what are you doing?”“Just a little okay,” Marcel said as he started kissing her from her neck downward. “We’re up in the air.”“Doesn't matter.” He continued kissing her, not listening to what she had to say. She was only trying to tell him that they were not home to be doing this kind of thing. These few weeks that they made up, he has been all and about her having her from morning to night all in the name of making up for the months that he wasn't here. Now, they were in a private jet traveling back home. Well, a lot has happened since the day his grandmother came to yell at her. After they settled, she had convinced Marcel to work hard to get his company back and he has been working from home since then. Home! Right. He moved in with them. Thinking about that made her smile. They were back to being a happy family and she couldn't ask for more. She just prays that nothing comes in between her happiness this time as she would be very sad if that were
The old woman turned and got face to face with her grandson which she quickly ran and embraced. Marcel got her away from him and rushed to Izabelle who couldn’t bring herself to face him. She turned away from him as he tried to look at her wound. If he shows any utmost care to her right now, she is going to melt and cry in front of everyone and that would be so embarrassing. She doesn’t want anyone to see her as weak or something. “Izabelle, look at me. Are you alright?”“I’m… I’m fine.”“No, you’re not. Grandma just hit you with something hard. I know what’s in that bag. Come, we have to look at your wound. Please look at me.”She couldn’t bear it any longer and let him look at her wound that had swollen a lot giving her a weird face. She felt like yelling right now because her anger was still at its peak and it would remain like this until someone calmed her down. “Calm down, okay. Look at me. Breathe, in and out.” She did as Marcel asked and was finally able to look him in the e
The old woman looked at the place that they were in. It was in front of a store with its goods displayed outside proudly. It was better than the other stores that she had seen while coming here. She stepped into the store and looked around until she heard a loud voice coming towards her. “Welcome. We have all that you wa…… Old Mrs. Wilson?”Izabelle exclaimed in shock as she stared at the woman standing in front of her in her shop. What on earth is this woman doing in her shop and who even informed her that she lives here? Her eyes were so wide in shock that if care was not taken, they might just pop out because like… What are they doing here?“Why are you so shocked seeing me here?” What kind of question is that? Why is she so shocked? Does this old woman really have no idea why she is shocked? It was obvious she never expected her to be in her today. It was more shocking than ever. “Forgive my manners, old Mrs. Wilson. I was just shocked seeing you here.”“I guess so. Well, that'
“I am tired of what your father and grandmother are doing. They both want to kill me in this mansion.”“It's going to be okay, mum. I'll do something about this.”“Please do, son. Please come and make the company stand on its feet again without getting married to anyone. They all think that they are wise enough to use someone to their advantage. I don't like that girl to be your wife anymore. Their true character has been revealed.”“Mum, about that…. I'm putting it on sale. I'm not changing my mind about that.” Mrs. Wilson ran her hair through her jet black hair that was messy from her not taking care of it for days. Her hair and even her head were messy. The marriage that she was in was also messy. Messy things around her. “Why are you doing this, Marcel? You want to put the company on sale? Don't you remember how hard it was for us to build the company to how it is now? We have done a lot for it especially you and all you want to do now that it's at stake is to give it out on sal
“You want us to forgive him already? You’re no longer angry at him?” “It’s not like that. I just feel pity for him after all, Mommy is the one who always says that we should forgive and forget.”Now, even her daughter was asking for her father to be forgiven. What was she going to do about this? She was scared of her heart getting broken again because if anything like what happened months again repeated itself, she wasn’t sure that she would be able to handle it. This drags her back to the question Marcel asked her before he passed out. What if she finds out that she was the one who misunderstood everything that day? What then was she going to do? If that was the case, she was clueless about what to do. If she gets out of the room now, she’s going to call Jared and ask him to get help from people so they can get the CCTV footage of that day. She wanted to see things from the people she trusted, not someone that she no longer trusted. “Mommy?”“Yeah?”“What are you thinking about?