"I know how hurt you are because of Lucas. What if we make him jealous. I'm sure he'll go crazy when he sees that you've actually moving on." It was one of the ways I tried to avoid choosing, but when Dylan mentioned it to me, I admitted that I liked the idea of hurting Lucas. I thought about the times when I almost killed myself. The nights that instead of sleeping I cry. I leaned back in the chair and this time I drank a little of the coffee. "You are really willing to be my rebound, Dylan? Are you out of your mind?" He nodded at me. "Yes. If that's one of the ways for you to move on quickly." I was deep in thought as I looked at the transparent window of my office. I can't get rid of the conversation Dylan and I had, especially my consent to it. I walked back and forth several times, while my hands rubbed my arms. I was restless, wondering if I had made the right decision. "Ma'am?" I turned to my door where my secretary was peeking. "Someone wants to talk to you. His
My heart was gasping with a range of feelings as I entered the cold courtroom. Today, Lucas and I will finally end the marriage that I thought would be filled with love, but it turned out to be filled with betrayal. As I looked on the other side, I saw my ex-husband's arm wrapped around his affair waist. I feel my blood boil with disgust and I want to pummel them into a pulp. By my side is Dylan who insisted on accompanying me here, even though I told him that I can control my feelings no matter what I see, but now I am grateful and I let him accompany me, because if he isn't there, I didn't know if I can really keep on standing here while seeing those person who are still the reason why I am hurting. "I'm just here." He gently caressed my hand. I smiled at him so he wouldn't think too much of me. As we sat prior to the judge, the courtroom filled with anticipation. The proceedings started, but I was distracted. I can't help but think that this is it. My ex-husband will ne
I smiled and waved my hand a little to those cameras around as Dylan and I got out of the car. It's already the night to remember, Mr. Suarez grand party. I was wearing a simple black dress that had an open back with a small slit, and a pair of heels. The color of what Dylan and I are wearing is perfect for what will happen here at the party. We need to be prepared for our mourning later on Lucas' reaction. My one hand grabbed Dylan's arm as we finally got inside. As we went inside the room brought me into an awe, with its gold, marble, and glass chandeliers and walls. The beauty is really amazing, especially when I turn my eyes and see the guests who are really among the famous ones with their big achievements in the industry. "Ms. Gomez! I'm glad you didn't let me down," Mr. Suarez said as he came over from where he was greeting people to give me a hug. "Of course, I won't do that, Mr. Suarez. By the way I would like to congratulate you. This is really amazing!" "By the way, it'
"Of course..." The whisper got even louder, as I said that as a response to the reporter's question. "What really? Are those real?" The people around us started to murmurs again. "Woe to those who work in his company," some of them even told it sadly. "So, disappointing." "Of course, I'm not!" I continue, and if most of them finally let out the breath they're holding back a while ago. "Liar! That woman is the one behind all of this. Ever since Lucas broke up with her, she has been messing up our lives. She is definitely doing her revenge, that poor girl!" Roxanne entered in the conversation. While the cameras have not been removed from our habits. "How dare you try to ruin me, Dianna. I didn't think you could do this. Why don't you just admit it." I played with the ends of my hair, pretending to take a deep breath. Whatever happens that night, I will not going to admit that I am the reason why all of this is happening right now. "What is my reason for disturbing your life, L
I fixed my hairpin on the side of my hair, and then I added a little make up to my cheeks before finally getting out of my car and then entering one of Mr. Suarez elegant companies. I walked up to the front desk and was greeted with a courteous grin by the receptionist. "Good day, Ma'am. How may I help you?" she asked me politely. I sipped and rolled my eyes for a moment. "I am looking for Mr. Suarez. I am Dianna Gomez." The front desk agent glanced at her computer before nodding. "Yes, Ma'am! He's actually waiting for you. You just go straight this way, then Mr. Suarez's office is at the end of the hall." "Thank you." When I got to the front of the office, I knocked, only a few moments later, Mr. Suarez. "Oh, Dianna! I'm glad you're here. Come in." I looked around his office. It's so nice, with those trophies, medals and certificate frames everywhere. With a class of people like him, it is certain that he will never forget how embarrassed he was because of what happened
Another week has passed, my work today has become a pile of work that's why my shoulders are falling. I took the key to the house, but I wondered why it was already open. When I opened the door and stepped inside, I was surprised to see people I didn't expect to be here. "Mom? Dad?" I still rubbed my eyes, but I also hit by the reality immediately, when I felt their hug on me. "W-What are you doing here? I mean, why didn't you tell me that you were coming home to the Philippines?" I asked them still surprised. When Mama's eyes met, I saw the concern there. They hugged me tightly again. "Your mother is worried for you, I also accompanied her home, because we want to talk to you," Dad said. We sat on the sofa first, as I put down my things. "Dianna, we are so worried about you. We have also heard about what is happening here, especially what happened at Mr. Suarez's grand party." My heart beat faster. "I know its you behind all that shit, right?" I blinked, tried to shake my
As the hand on my mouth was removed from mine, I immediately looked at my back to see who dared to do such a thing. "What the heck, Lucas?!" He adjusted the glasses he was wearing and then looked around a few times. "Dianna, I need to talk to you." He grabbed my arm but I shook his hand. "What do you think you're doing, huh?" I asked him emphatically. He pulled me to the side again. "Dianna please, I need your help." I sneezed. "Even if you die you will get no help from me!" "Please, Dianna. My company is going to collapse forever if you don't help me. Many people have already resigned. They have lost trust in me because of that demon Norman." "The board of directors are asking me to find someone new investor that is capable of buying the substantial shares. But I can't afford losing my company. I can't let someone else own everything I worked for. So I'm begging you, Dianna. Be the one to buy the shares." My lips parted. I took a deep breath and pretended to look at him
I hold Dylan's VISA in my hand. Here we are at the airport, because today is our flight to New York. Maybe he noticed my anxiety a little bit which is why he stopped walking for a moment. "Are you all right?" Worry appeared on his face. I nodded and smiled lightly. "I'm fine Dylan. I just can't help but think about what's waiting for us in New York. I mean, we have business there. And Papa told me I can bother myself there too." He came closer to me and then caressed the surface of my hands. "Don't worry, okay? I'm just here." I smiled at him. "Thanks, Lucas." "So, let's go?" I nodded to him. As we are already on our seats inside the plane. I glanced outside and took a deep breath. When we leave here in the Philippines I will try to forget all the painful memories I have. And hopefully, two years will be enough for the wound in my heart to truly heal. I leaned on Dylan's shoulder, while he briefly stroked the top of my hair. I slowly closed my eyes. I'm sure that as