LAURA woke up late the next day but still arrived at the office on time.She looked at her coworkers gathered in a group. She came closer and was curious about what they were talking about. She even guided his ear next to the speaker to hear.“Yeah, Miss Laura used to be Sir Astin’s fiancée. Can you believe it? She rejected him! He’s so damn hot!” Joyce said, twirling her pen in her fingers.“She’s so lucky he even liked her. Why didn’t the wedding happen?” another colleague asked.Laura cleared her throat, hands on her hips. Everyone straightened up as they turned to see her.“H-hi, Miss Laura!” Joyce greeted nervously.“It’s too early for that, Joyce. AKH is on the way. Please return to your cubicles,” Laura said before turning and walking off.She referred to Andrea Ken Hernandez, or Andy, Astin’s sister. Everyone feared Andy because of her strictness and perfectionism at work. Even Laura experienced it, but she didn’t mind since it was part of Andy’s job to maintain discipline. L
UNTIL Astin finally pulled her up, her eyes were wide open. She could hear his string of curses. “F*ck, Laura! I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he muttered, but his words were loud and clear to her. He embraced her tightly once he had completely pulled her out of the water. She simply stared at him as he let her go. He sat down, burying his face in his hands. He must have been worried—his expression had been like that the entire time he was rescuing her. He looked utterly dazed. It seemed Astin had forgotten she knew how to swim and could hold her breath underwater for several minutes. She had no intention of dying; suicide wasn’t even in her vocabulary. But she felt a tinge of happiness, knowing he had saved her. At least he still cared about her. That meant she still affected him—that there was still hope for Astin to return to her. She was about to speak when he wrapped a towel, fetched from the bench, around her wet body. Then he hurriedly carried her into the house. She thought he
“ASTIN,” she murmured as he guided her into the shotgun seat. The anxiety in her chest was replaced by joy. She couldn’t believe Astin was with her. Had he followed her? “I see. I’ve been calling you, but you didn’t answer,” he said angrily, pulling off Lexxie’s headset. He was about to throw it when she stopped him. “Don’t! That’s Lexxie’s.” His brows furrowed but soon relaxed. Instead of tossing it outside, he threw it onto the back seat. She flinched as he slammed his car door shut and walked to the driver’s side. She followed him with her eyes until he got in. He turned to her, and she gasped as he suddenly leaned close. Her gaze dropped to his hand, now wrapped around her. She instinctively closed her eyes, her heart pounding wildly. She braced for a kiss but felt none. Opening her eyes, she found him locking her seatbelt instead. When she looked again, Astin was already sitting properly in his seat. He shook his head at her, making her feel embarrassed. She turned to
Astin fell onto her after their heated moment. Laura never expected they’d go at it multiple times. She was tired but undeniably happy. For her, it was one of the happiest nights of her life. Finally, she had given the man her long-guarded purity. She hoped this would be the bridge to their reconciliation. She didn’t care what others would say, as long as she could win Astin back. She bit her lip when he looked up at her. She smiled at him afterwards. He didn’t smile back, but she caught a peculiar gleam in his eyes. At least some of his anger seemed to fade. It was one sign that his heart might be softening towards her. After a moment, he approached her. Both of them turned to the sound of a ringing phone. It wasn’t hers—it was his. “You’ve got a call,” she said, glancing at him. He complied without a word, not even bothering to put on any clothes as he grabbed the phone. He looked at her before answering and sat on the bed, his back to her. She listened as he spoke, head sli
LAURA smiled when she saw her father waiting for her. Despite the fact that his face looked gaunt, he still looked handsome. He quickly greeted her as she got out of the taxi. Her father guided her to a bench near the rehabilitation center's garden. Her aunt Kendra sent him a nurse personally, despite the staff still taking care of him.“How are you, my dear?” “I’m doing great, Daddy. You’re the one I should be asking about,” Laura replied. “I’m doing very well, Laura, my dear. I missed you, Princess,” he said after a moment, his eyes glistening as if holding back tears.She held his hand. “I missed you so much too, Dad. Just keep doing your best here. You’ll be able to leave soon. I want to spend time with you again,” she said, unable to stop her tears.Her father nodded but soon appeared sad, which made Laura frown.“Is something wrong, Dad?” she asked in confusion.“N-nothing, my dear. I just saw on the news that Astin is back. How are you two? Have you talked? Have you made up?
“Astin,” she said, looking straight at him. “I thought you were tired. Why don't you lie down? Stop spending all your time on your phone,” he said, gently guiding her to lie down. Like a fool, she followed and lay down. She stared at him. Was he really going to sleep beside her? If he did, could she even sleep soundly? Oh God, she thought. Her heart started pounding at the idea. She kept staring at his face, particularly at his lips. When they moved slightly, she swallowed hard. Her eyes slowly closed as his face drew closer to hers. She was expecting a kiss on the lips, but to her disappointment, his kiss landed on her cheek. Annoyance bubbled up inside her. She opened her eyes wide, convinced her face must be bright red with irritation and embarrassment. He was looking at her, but the corner of his lips had a mischievous smile. She covered her face with her hands. How embarrassing! she taught. “Good night,” he said with a smile. He even pinched her cheek before walking
“WHAT’S your problem, Astin?” she asked as he let her go and pushed her against his car.“Do you know what the problem is? You’re dating that Del Franco!” he yelled, making her frown.“Date? Me, dating Darryl? You just saw us together, and now we’re dating?” she angrily questioned him.“F*ck! Wow, you just call him Darryl, huh,” he muttered, then looked straight at her.He knew she called Darryl “kuya” because he was Asia’s brother and a year older than her.Moments later, he opened his car door. “Get in,” he ordered.She didn’t move and just stared back at him.“Are you okay, Astin? I have someone with me, and you want me to leave just like that?” she said sarcastically.“I don’t care. Get in,” he repeated in a firm voice.She glared at him. As she turned to walk away, he pinned her back against the car and, without warning, kissed her hard. She punched his chest, trying to stop him, but he didn’t let go.She’d admit she liked his kiss. But what he was doing was wrong. She was disres
LAURA held the hem of her nightie tightly as she stepped out of the bathroom. She felt uneasy with how the young man was staring at her. She averted her gaze, noticing him swallowing several times.She hung the towel and faced him.“Ahm, I’ll sleep in the other room,” she told him.He didn’t take his eyes off her, so she started walking away, scratching her head. When he didn’t respond, she turned back to him, tugging her clothes to make them appear longer. His gaze was fixed on her lower body.“Astin,” she called out.He snapped out of it. “No. You’ll sleep here. Beside me,” he firmly said.“But, Astin—”He sighed. “Fine, we’ll sleep in the other room,” he said, stood up.“Fine, I’ll just stay here.” She avoided looking at him again because his bare body was fully exposed. Moving rooms wouldn’t change anything—they’d still sleep beside each other.“Maybe I should just go home,” she suddenly said as she sat on the bed, her back turned to him.“Are we starting this again, Laura? If I s
Déjà vu! Ira glanced around her surroundings—the hotel, cabins, and the other views. Everything seemed familiar. She felt like she had been here before. She blinked several times, but she was still standing there, in the same spot. She wasn’t dreaming. Her feet felt rooted to the ground, unable to move. She clutched her head when a sharp pain suddenly struck. Grasping the car door for support, she was thankful that her boss and his daughter had gone ahead. Otherwise, she would just add to their worries. She decided she would follow once she felt better. She was starting to notice a pattern—these headaches were becoming more frequent. Perhaps it was because of her amnesia. She had yet to meet the doctor who, as her husband Thunder claimed, was his cousin. When they returned to Manila, she promised herself she would consult a specialist. For years, she had suffered, unable to remember her past. The only one who gave her glimpses of her life before was Thunder. She turned her
The next day, Ira woke up early, but her husband woke up even earlier to prepare breakfast for her. She smiled sweetly at Thunder when he turned to look at her.“Good morning, my wife,” he greeted, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “Good morning. Why don’t you go back to sleep? I can handle this,” she suggested. “I’m fine, honey. I wanted to cook for you,” he replied, returning to the stove to continue cooking. “Thank you so much, Thunder.”“Come on, it's my responsibility,” he said. “I know, but I really appreciate it.” Deep inside, guilt tugged at her. After breakfast, she took a shower. She had mentioned last night that someone would pick her up at six. Once she was dressed, she went to see her son. She hugged and kissed him repeatedly. She was going to miss the king of her life. She pinched his handsome face one last time, laughing when he swatted her hand, eyes still closed. Right at six, she heard a car honk outside. She recognized the vehicle immediately—it was her
Ira splashed water on her face in the restroom, her thoughts in turmoil. She slapped her forehead and mouth repeatedly. She hadn't even shared that kind of intimacy with her husband since she regained consciousness three years ago—only cheek kisses. But now? She had gone too far, giving in to someone else—her boss, of all people! “Stupid!” she whispered harshly to herself. She was alone in the restroom at the moment. Hurriedly, she fixed her appearance, dabbing powder on her face and applying lipstick. Then she stepped out. When she exited, her eyes met her boss's briefly before she quickly averted her gaze and headed straight to her desk. Before he could come out of his office, Thor entered. Thor was the boss's first cousin. He glanced at Ira. “Hi, Ira! So, this is where you got transferred. No wonder I haven’t seen you lately.” “Good morning, Sir Thor. Yes, just this week,” she replied with a smile. Her smile faltered when she noticed her boss glancing between her and
At exactly ten in the morning, she sat at Romel's former desk—the boss's previous secretary. Quickly, she reviewed the report Lesha handed her and set it aside. She planned to forward it to the boss later. She also replied to pending emails in Romel's inbox. She checked the boss's schedule to see if there were any meetings in the afternoon. There were none. Grabbing the signed folders, she stood up and informed Lesha that she would deliver them to their respective departments. She walked briskly, already familiar with which floors to visit. Her eyes stayed fixed on the folders as she walked, scanning which ones to prioritize. She winced in pain when she bumped into something broad and solid. Not something—someone. And to make things worse, she stepped on the person’s shoe. Her eyes widened in shock when she recognized who it was. It was her boss! “Careful!”“Sorry,” she quickly apologized, crouching down to clean his shoe, but he pulled it away. “I didn't ask you to clean it. I
“Ma’am, I was told you were calling for me?” Her boss stopped what she was doing and smiled at her before looking up. “Ah, yes, Miss Santillan. From now on, you’ll be my brother’s secretary. Romel will be gone for two months. My brother has a short temper, but he’s also kind. I’m sure he’ll warm up to you. Just be yourself, Ira. I suppose you’ve already heard from the reporters around here about what happened in his life?” She chuckled lightly at her statement. Ira couldn’t help but laugh as well. On her first day at work, the story had already been shared with her by the person sitting next to her. Her boss’s eldest brother, Mr. Astin, became a widower at a young age. Even she found it hard to believe. She felt sad knowing that, according to some of her coworkers during lunch breaks, he and his late wife deeply loved each other. She admired the love story of her boss’s brother. For eight years, they were separated because he joined the military—also reportedly due to his wi
“Is it heavy?” Ira asked her husband with concern. They were going down the mountain after gathering coconuts and cassava. “I can handle it, my wife. Of course, I’m good at it,” Thunder, her husband, replied with a smile. She paused for a moment. Even now, she still felt awkward about what he called her. She didn’t know why. There were still so many unanswered questions in her mind. She felt pity as she noticed him grimacing while carrying the sack filled with coconuts and cassava, which they planned to use for making cassava cake. It was their son King’s favorite. She wanted to try making it herself. Someone in their area sold it, and their son loved it. She wanted to learn so she could prepare it for King’s birthday. Their place was far from the town center, so if they bought some, it might spoil during the trip. The nearest big market was several barangays away. “Thunder…” she called her husband as they reached the flat part of the trail. He no longer seemed to struggle, un
“How is she, Kuya? Why hasn’t she woken up yet?” Thunder asked his twin. Ace sighed deeply before answering. “She’s okay now. The operation was successful, and her vital signs were stable. She’ll wake up soon. But I’m worried she might curse us for what we did,” Ace replied. Ace was a doctor at a prestigious hospital in Manila. He had returned home because his youngest brother, Thunder, requested it. Thunder, on the other hand, was a simple farmer. He chose this life because of his late wife. Thunder almost cursed his wealth, blaming it for the loss of his wife. He lost the will to return to Manila because of what happened. He even harboured resentment toward their parents. Only Ace remained his pillar of support through the years. Ace was the only one who understood him. Both brothers turned to look when the woman, bedridden for five days, suddenly spoke. “I-I need w-water…” the woman said weakly. Thunder quickly fetched water while Ace checked her condition. Carefully,
LAURA glanced outside. It was already noon. Good thing there was no work at the office today. She immediately searched for her husband with her eyes. It was Sunday. She suddenly felt sad, remembering that today was his departure for Mexico with Gael. It was her husband’s new business, and Gael was his partner. She smiled when she saw him on the couch inside their room. She pulled the blanket off herself and approached her husband, who was busy with his laptop. He was reviewing the presentations he’d present to their new investors in Mexico. Her husband was startled when she hugged him from behind. “My dear husband,” she said sweetly. “Morning, Sweetie!” he replied, though his eyes remained on the laptop screen. “Morning, too. Can’t I come with you to Mexico? Gael’s bringing Aubrey, after all,” she said, pretending to be sad to make him pity her.“If only it were possible, Sweetie. But no one will be left to watch over Kiarra. Mama isn’t here, and neither is Andy,” her husband
After the short program at the reception hall, the newlyweds left immediately for the airport. Their flight to Hawaii was scheduled for today. It was a double-purpose trip—honeymoon and business. Astin needed to attend to some matters at a branch of Hotel De Astin, as Andy was busy with the hotel expansion in Malaysia. With no other choice, Astin decided to have their honeymoon in Hawaii instead of Europe. He still had a month-long leave and would also work while in Hawaii.He shook his head at the thought. But if he finished his work early, he planned to take his wife to Greece afterwards. Astin glanced at his wife, who was sound asleep. He sat on the single couch, observing her. She looked exhausted. She had been sleeping for over three hours. They were using Sebastian’s private plane and were currently in a private room. They had seats outside as well, where his “nosy companions” were—Lexxie, DK, Ian, Darriel, and Callen, who all had companions. Except for Callen, Asia wasn’t a