Ayana's heart was a battleground of conflicting emotions as she stood there, enveloped in Adam's embrace. His words, heavy with remorse and pleading, echoed in her mind, stirring up a whirlwind of feelings that threatened to consume her.On one hand, there was the love she felt for Adam, the deep connection that had bound them together through laughter and tears, through the highs and lows of life. She couldn't ignore the countless moments they had shared and the memories they had woven together like a tapestry of their love. Despite the hurt and betrayal, a part of her longed to hold onto that love and believe that it was strong enough to weather any storm.But alongside that love lurked the shadow of Adam's betrayal, a darkness that threatened to engulf her in a sea of pain and doubt. The image of him forcing himself on another woman and the knowledge of his past actions cast a pall over their relationship, tarnishing the golden memories they had once shared. Could she truly forgive
As Ayana navigated the bustling streets of the city, her mind buzzed with a mix of anticipation and nerves. Today was the day she had been waiting for—the chance to exhibit her paintings in a small, but prestigious gallery downtown. It was a dream come true, a chance to share her art with the world and hopefully make a name for herself in the competitive art scene.As she reached the gallery, a rush of excitement surged through her veins, mingling with the nervous flutter of anticipation in her stomach. She took a deep breath, steadying her nerves as she stepped inside, her eyes widening in awe at the sight before her.The gallery was filled with an eclectic mix of artwork, each piece more breathtaking than the last. Vibrant colors danced across the canvases, capturing the essence of life in all its beauty and complexity. Ayana couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell within her as she gazed at the paintings, her own creations among them.“Beautiful, right?” A male voice echoed a
As Ayana gazed out the window, watching the hustle and bustle of the city unfold before her, she felt a surge of excitement coursing through her veins. The streets were alive with activity, each passerby a potential admirer of her art, and each storefront a potential venue for her next exhibition. The city was a canvas, waiting to be explored and transformed by her creativity, and she couldn't wait to dive in headfirst.But amidst the excitement, there was a sense of calm that settled over her—a quiet confidence born from knowing that she wasn't alone in this journey. Beside her sat Adam, his presence a steady anchor in the swirling sea of possibilities. He had been with her every step of the way, offering unwavering support and encouragement when she needed it most. He had believed in her when she doubted herself, lifting her up with his words of affirmation and love.As she stole a glance at him, Ayana couldn't help but marvel at the depth of their connection. Adam wasn't just her p
As the day of the exhibition drew nearer, Ayana's excitement and determination reached new heights. She spent countless hours in her studio, losing herself in the creative process as she brought her vision to life on the canvas. With each brushstroke, she poured her heart and soul into her work, channeling her emotions into vibrant bursts of color and texture.Finally, the day arrived, and Ayana found herself standing on the busy street corner, her paintings displayed proudly for all to see. The city buzzed with energy around her, with the sounds of traffic and chatter providing a lively backdrop to the exhibition.With a sense of nervous anticipation, Ayana watched as the crowds began to gather, their curiosity piqued by the colorful display before them. She held her breath as they approached her paintings, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for their reactions.To her delight and relief, the response was overwhelmingly positive. Spectators paused to admire her work, their
Ayana counted in shock and confusion. Was she that poor charging that the woman had to overpay?“1200$ for these,” the woman spoke, and Ayana looked at her. “And 800$ as a down payment for the order that I will give you. Our house is a bungalow, and we want it filled with more of these.Ayana felt like screaming her lungs out, thanking the heavens for favoring her that way. “I don’t know what to say, ma'am. Thank you so much for trusting in me. I promise to do a good job for you.” She said.“You don’t need to promise anything. Your good and hardworks is speaking for yourself. So, can I have your card for communication purposes? I might also need to describe what I need next to blend with these. I hope you can work according to my needs. And I am not saying I don’t like what you have made. I could buy them all if I could. Just that…”“It is okay, ma'am! I make whatever you like. I understand what you mean, honestly. As for the card, I can only give you my number for now. But next time,
As Grace approached with a disdainful expression, Ayana felt a pang of anger deep within her chest. After months of being away, the hate Grace had for her was palpable. And it was not like Ayana’s own had faded too.Grace's disbelief in Ayana's artistic pursuits had always been a source of tension between them. While Ayana poured her heart and soul into her paintings, Grace often scoffed at her dreams, dismissing them as impractical and unrealistic. She had never understood Ayana's passion for art, viewing it as a mere hobby rather than a legitimate career path.As Grace drew closer, the bitterness in her eyes was palpable, casting a shadow over the joyous atmosphere that had enveloped Ayana and Adam. Ayana braced herself for the inevitable confrontation, knowing that her sister's disapproval would only serve to dampen her spirits. She expected no less from Grace, especially since Ayana had chosen to leave home rather than help them in the time of difficulty. But who had a right to bl
That night, Adam and Ayana settled in bed after seeing Lyana go to bed as usual. They were practically living together in Adam’s luxurious home. Her house was still there, and they could sometimes go there together and spend time there. But most of the time, they were at his house. The nights were much sweeter and more tranquil in his house. Since none of them had any complaints, his house had served as a beacon every night. They lay side by side in the dark, waiting for a nap or a spark. But the night seemed to be on the run, and the spark was nowhere near them. Each was lost in the events that had folded into the exhibition, wondering what the morning would bring for them. Did the world already know of Adam’s secret? Was the world already judging him? Judging them? How far had the news gone? Was it something that would rip them apart? “Can’t sleep?” Adam asked, flipping Ayana over to him. He could sense it. She was as troubled as he was. The most mesmerizing thing was that none of
As Adam and Ayana stirred awake to the soft glow of morning light filtering through the curtains, they were met with an unexpected barrage of notifications on their phones. With a sense of trepidation, they reached for their devices, only to be confronted with the glaring headlines and sensationalized images that flooded their screens.Their hearts sank as they beheld the breaking news: candid photos captured from the night of the exhibit, plastered across every news outlet and social media platform. The images depicted Ayana locked in an intense gaze with her sister, Grace, their expressions fraught with tension and rivalry. Yet, amidst the chaos, there was another set of images that pierced through the noise—snapshots of Adam and Ayana, their bodies entwined in a tender embrace, captured in a moment of unguarded affection.The contrast between the two sets of images was stark, highlighting the complexities of their relationships and the tangled web of emotions that now engulfed them
“Hey! “ Lian spoke with her signature smile, of course. “Why don’t we first stop by calling it a sin? Let us just say that it was casual sex done for the wrong reasons and at the wrong place. But all in all, we were adults, and we both proved a point that day. Of course, it hurts, just a little, because you did not offer exactly what I wanted. But if anything, Adam, I want you to know that I wouldn’t waste a chance with you even now if I had it. I am not ashamed to be on the list of, you know, all of those you have been with.” She then looked at me. “I am sorry to say this too, but at least I got to taste the famous Adam Stone De’Leon!” She smiles, and I think I am beginning to love her smile now. Eyes roll! “You are lucky, Ayana. You both are lucky to have each other. And this is where I wanted to be—to have you look at me the way you are looking at her, with so much love and adoration. Your eyes speak submission every minute they brush her. Even a fool can tell you love her so much.
“What, son?” His father asks.“The merger that you seek with the De’Marios will happen.” Excuse me, what? I snap at him, and I was just to give him a piece of my mind, but a gentle squeaaze of my hand sealed my lips, opting to trust him, hoping that he knows that these bunch of heartless fools do not deserve to benefit even just one bit from me. “But not on the grounds of my marriage to Ayana!”Fantastic! Bingo! God, I so love this man!Eyes flickered on each other for a long moment of screaming silence, until my father had to break the lull. Desperate old man! “What are you talking about, son? You know you are really growing desperate by the day here. And now, we have damages to pay to the Adrianos for what Grace did. Things are weighing down on us, Adam! So, what do you suggest? Anything that will help at all. We will abide!”So, Adriano, are you asking for compensation for the damage that Grace’s actions caused? Well, they seem to be the experts in not letting any opportunity slide
After a long, unnerving moment, the door opens again and freezes on our spot as our house is swamped with people.Yeah!People!And I am not talking about two or three people here, no! This weird woman is the weirdest of all because, how did she pull all these?And yeah, before I forget, I am not talking about just any other people. Not some ordinary people. Naah!We are talking of the De’Leons, Adam’s father and mother; the De’Marios, my parents; and this skinny witch who used to be my sister. And these other people, whom I presume are Lina’s parents,.Forget everyone. Lina and her parents have a score to settle with Adam, and so do the De'Leons, who have the right to be in their son’s house. But these black souls, these people that God gave me as a family? How dare they have the guts to set their feet here, huh? The nerve! The temerity! I mean, after all they have done to me? And this little brat of a witch, after insulting Adam like he was the greatest sinner the world has ever had
“You got my information from my parents? How? When? Why?” I ask.She steadies herself. “It wasn’t intentional. It just so happened that you both were the reason why some dark secret that was kept in the dark for years was leaked out. Our families, the Adrianos, the De’Leons, and the De’Marios had to meet because that was a breach of contract!” She speaks.I get everything about the dark secret and the urgency for the two families to meet, and I can also understand that tabgle. But breach of contract? What was all about that?“Breach…” I throw Adam a glare to ask for clarity, but he seems clueless and lost like I am, so I decide to ease both our curiosities. “Breach of contract? What contract?”“Yes,” she says, throwing Adam a glance, and she speaks, looking at him as if the words were only meant for him. Wasn’t I the one who asked the damn question here? “Our families, the De’Leon’s and the Adriano’s, after settling for compensation and agreeing to bury all that had happened, signed a
“Hey! I am harmless, you know!” The lady, Lina, speaks, and she even has the bravery to smile at me while my hand freely retreats from the mission of shaking her hand.She had no choice but to drop hers in letdown.She is harmless.The woman that supposedly Adam raped years ago is smiling right in my face, and I should not be worried. She is harmless. Harmless, huh?What is this?Why did she come here?“I know who you are,” I murmur, hoping that we don’t have a problem here, but how stupid of me to think, no, to actually hope for that? Why would he come here if there wasn’t fire in the mountain? “Wha…what are you doing here?” I ask.As Adam composes himself and approaches, his trembling hand clasping my waist reveals the struggle within him. It's not merely a physical tremor, but a manifestation of the turmoil in his soul. I sense the weight of his past bearing down on him, an unwelcome guest crashing into the delicate balance he's been striving to maintain.In his touch, I feel the e
The chirping of the early morning birds calls me out of my peaceful sleep. I peel my eyes, and they almost impair with a striking, sharp pain as they collide with the savage rays of the morning sun. I shut them for a minute, but when I don’t feel those strong arms around me, I peel them open in a flash, turning around. Empty space! That explains why the widow's curtains are open, permeating the savage sunrays. He woke up before me. That has never been him. I always wake up enveloped in his arms every single day of the six months that we have been together. What changed? Is it because of that question from last night? This marriage issue? After he asked me that, and after I failed to come up with a straight answer, I just laid my head on his chest and snuggled into his warm embrace. He understood the memo, which meant I was not ready for that kind of conversation. And he respected it, just like he has always done. He pulled me closer and tighter, and we drifted off to sleep. Did I
“Goodnight, mommy,” Angel says after I tuck her to bed, or rather, we tuck her to bed. Me and Adam. She turns to him and says disrespectfully, "Goodnight, Uncle Adam. You two are the best." Some“Alright. Goodnight princess. Have sweet dreams, and your mommy and I love you so very much,” Adam says, kissing her on the forehead before standing up as the sweet little girl closes her eyes.My sweet little angel. My gift is straight from heaven. What can I give God to thank him for bringing her into my life? She is my pride! My joy.“Shall we?” Adam asks, holding my hand, and I don’t waste time. I follow him behind, leaving Lyana’s room as we stroll across to his master's room. Or just simply, our room. This has become our room, just as his house has become my house. We are better off being called a family. A married couple. Because this is what all this depicts. I forgot about my house a long time ago. All that is left is for me to pick up my belongings and settle here for good. Yes, here
Ayana's anger flared, fueled by the woman's bitter accusations. "What I meant was," she retorted, her voice trembling with fury, "I did not know that Robert had a wife. And no, I have never entertained this fool ever since he came back from nowhere, and I never will. For me, he is nothing but some fresh vomit that I can never take back, no matter what."Her words cut through the tension like a knife, carrying a raw honesty that left no room for doubt. Ayana's resolve was unwavering as she stood her ground, refusing to let the woman's scornful words diminish her self-worth."And as you said," Ayana continued, her voice rising with conviction, "I am with my man. A man worth being called a man, and not some trash!"With each word, Ayana reclaimed her power, asserting her worth and dignity in the face of adversity. She refused to be defined by the actions of others, standing tall in her truth and righteousness.Robert's once confident demeanor faltered as Ayana's words pierced through his
All eyes turned towards the unexpected newcomer, a tired and heavily pregnant woman standing before them. Ayana's heart skipped a beat as she took in the sight—the woman's weary expression, the telltale swell of her abdomen—indicating she was carrying a child.As confusion clouded Ayana's mind, she searched for answers in the woman's gaze. There was a sense of familiarity—a haunting resemblance to Robert—that sent a chill down Ayana's spine. Could this woman be Robert's wife?What puzzled her was why Robert had suddenly reappeared after six years, pursuing her and their daughter, especially if he had a wife—a pregnant wife, no less.The revelation left Ayana grappling with a myriad of emotions—bewilderment, frustration, and a gnawing sense of unease. She couldn't comprehend why Robert would resurface after all this time, stirring up chaos and turmoil in their lives.The realization hit Ayana like a ton of bricks, her mind reeling at the implications. If this woman was indeed Robert's