I was already on my way out of our house to visit my brother Leoncio, when I heard the doorbell ring. I put my bag first inside my car and walked quickly towards the front door. "Wait a minute," I stopped right before opening the door, as I saw Dylan who was just looking at me with his arms crossed over his chest. "What are you doing here?" I asked him. "I need to talk to you, Dianna." "If it's about the old matter, just forget it. I also don't care what your opinion is about my husband and me. Besides, as long as it's only possible, I don't want to see you again." "I didn't come here to argue with you. I just want you to listen, that's it." I stared at him. I could still see him glancing at my belly. "Fine, go on! I'll give you a few minutes. I have something to visit, and I still need to call my driver." "Aren't you going to let me in first?" My eyebrows meet as I rolled my eyes. "Wow! You are so demanding , Mr. Rios." I noticed that he held back his laughter, but he als
I entered the opulent hotel lobby with my heart racing. The marble floor appeared serene, bathed in the warm glow of the magnificent chandeliers. But a storm raged within me. I needed to uncover the truth about my husband's suspected affair. Approaching the front desk, a receptionist greeted me with a warm smile."Good evening, Ma'am? How can I assist you?" I squeezed my cooling hand, trying to calm my nerves."I'm looking for a guest. It's my husband, Lucas Rodriguez.""Is he accompanied by anyone, Ma'am?" My mouth turned half open for a second, as I decided to answer her question. "Probably not. I don't think he'd bring anyone else to his room," I even sound proudly when I said that. "Can you tell me the room he checked into?" Even though Dylan had already texted me the exact room, I wanted to make sure. I didn't want to make any mistakes.The receptionist swiftly tapped on the computer in front of her. I wondered if her eyesight was failing, as she leaned closer to the screen mul
I slowly opened my eyes, confused about my location. Looking around, I realized I was in the hospital. I feel so weak, like there's something wrong within me. "Thank God, you're awake now," Chelsea said. Behind her was Dylan."M-My baby? What happened to my baby?" She approached, holding my hand, and remained silent. I placed my hand on my belly. I noticed the way they exchange glances. My heart beat faster, I don't want to think that I lost my child. "Chelsea, speak up! I'm asking you! Is my baby okay?" They exchanged more worried glances. I tried to sit up, but Chelsea restrained me."What's going on? Why won't you answer me?" I stared at Chelsea, and suddenly, she started to sob. When I looked at Dylan, he averted his gaze."D-Dianna... Your baby didn't make it." I pulled my hand away from Chelsea. I feel my throat go dry. My eyes fill with tears as my body goes numb. A sob escapes from my mouth. Chelsea move closer to me and holds me tight. I bury myself into her shoulder. My bo
Its been one week, I hired some men so that Lucas can't go near me. As the sun sank on the horizon I walked towards the door next to my room, with a heavy heart. I looked around the room. It's really beautiful, with some toys around. I smiled painfully as I picked one of the stuffed animals from the cribs and hugged it tightly, as the unbearable pain started to linger within me. I started sobbing. I thought that here in this house we would fulfill one of our dreams of having a happy family, but here I will feel the most painful part of my life. Although my knees were weak, I walked out of the room, still hugging the stuffed toy. With a numb mind I climbed to the top of our house and from here I looked up at the sky that was already dark. "Mommy will follow you, baby..." "Just wait me for a while please..." I said smiling but crying and then I put my feet on the railings here. I closed my eyes with my tears falling continuously. I was happy to be with my child but before I
When I got close to him, our eyes briefly met. His look used to make me feel warm, but now all it did was evoke a mix of melancholy and rage in me. And he had the gall to look at me like that after cheating on me and being the reason why I lost our unborn child. That fucking son of a bitch. "Dianna..." He stood up from his seat. There was a smile on his lips as if he was going to hug me but I blocked my hands. "Don't you dare, Mr. Rodriguez." The smile on his lips disappeared. "I didn't come here to feel the embrace of a demon." His lips parted. "Ma'am? The private room is ready?" I nodded to the owner of this restaurant. "Follow me," I said coldly and then passed him, as I walked to a private room. "We are fine here. Thank you." "You're welcome, Ma'am!" The tension was evident as we sat down. I feel that he is no longer the Lucas that I loved. He has really changed a lot and I will also change a lot about myself. As I gathered my strength, I took a deep breath and lo
I couldn't help but cast a quick glance at the desk where we had once discussed our dreams as I left. It had become a symbol of failed dreams and broken hearts. "Goodbye, Lucas. And wait for my revenge." I know that I wouldn't be easy for me to forget all what happened. So, I'll make a way to at least lessen the pain I am feeling. Amidst my conflicting emotions, I could not help but feel hopeful as I sat across from my lawyer, Mr. Sebastian. I know he is one of the best lawyers in our family. I'm sure that he's the one I needed to make the annulment procedure move forward quickly, and I am aware that he had been working nonstop to make it happen. "Mr. Sebastian," I began, my hands still intertwined on the table. "I really appreciate all what you are doing. But like what I've told you, as swiftly as possible, this annulment must proceed without issue. I want to cut ties totally with my fucking husband, therefore I must." "Does your family know about this, Dianna?" My gaze fell
I entered the opulent office, which smelled like leather-bound volumes and had oak furniture. Each step I took was echoed by the polished marble floors. I couldn't believe I had returned to Pangasinan and had agreed to take on the position of CEO of the business that was in my family for many years. I took a deep breath as I headed towards the conference room. I still remember the last time I joined this company. I was still young then, because I always avoided Mom and Dad's wish that I inherit it and run it. I can also say that a large part of me is ashamed of my parents, because I chose to prioritize my happiness over my dreams. If I had only known that my relationship with Lucas would lead to this, I would not have poured all my time and wealth into him in the first place. The big windows in the room looked out onto the greenery beyond, bathing the space in the gentle glow of early sunlight. I inhaled deeply and moved to the CEO's chair, where I found a stack of papers and
"What's his name?" I asked Dave and Chelsea. "Precious," Chelsea said. She was beaming with joy, the love of motherhood shining in her eyes. "It's really beautiful," I praised her baby. "Who did it inherit from? It doesn't seem to be Chelsea's." "Shut up, Dylan. Even though she looks more like his Papa, I'm sure that one hundred percent, my blood is the winner, that's why she's this beautiful. Isn't it?" "Hmm, for now I'll agree." They laughed. "But I'm really happy. It's a really different feeling, especially now that I can see and kiss her." Despite my pain, I forced a smile. While I truly rejoiced for Chelsea, her remarks stung me to the core. My husband's affair had caused me a miscarriage, prevented me from having the child I had yearned for, and I couldn't help but think back on that. The wound I have because of this will never heal, and every time I remember it, my anger for him grows stronger. "S-Sorry, Dianna." I think Chelsea noticed my speechlessness. "It's ok