My forehead crumpled into a frown. I fought his stare with the same intensity. Even if his grip was too tight and painful, I didn't back down. I forced myself to show that I'm not scared of him.
"Why, Atlas? Did you ask for my permission when you had your mistress?" I stopped and chuckled. "Are you scared that you'll see your own ghost?" I said sarcastically.
"You can't do that to me, Olive." His voice had a threat. He gripped my arm tighter.
"If I want to cheat, I will cheat, Atlas. I don't need approval from you!" I emphasized my words. I forced myself to get off from Atlas, and I didn't fail. I abruptly pushed him, which made him lose his balance a bit. I took that opportunity to enter my car.
I instantly locked
For the past years I have felt immense sadness everytime Christmas is celebrated, but right now, the sadness has doubled. This is probably the gloomiest Christmas for me. I have been silently crying for the past few days, secluding myself inside my room to ponder on things that I'm supposed to do."Olive! You've been zoning out since earlier. Is there a problem, dear?"I looked at Atlas' mom. She was beside me and was very busy. We are both busy doing our Noche Buena for later. She was chopping the meat while I was cutting some veggies. Atlas' mom seemed very happy that I felt guilty for feeling this way.I stopped what I was doing and put out a faint smile. "Nothing really, Mama. I'm just sad that you're going home tomorrow. The house will be too silent again," I lied
Silence ensued between the both of us. I looked at him intently while he was looking at me too. We're both sensing each other, waiting for who will start the topic.My heart is aching but I need to be tough in front of him. I need to show him that I can live without him. I'm already tired of being hurt over and over again. I'm tired of hoping. And I think, this is the best decision I have ever made ever since we became together."I'm sorry for caging you." My voice cracked but I still managed to walk back on him. But after a few steps, I felt him grab my wrist. I stopped in my tracks and turned to him, forehead crumpled."Is this about that attorney?" Atlas asked.I shook my head.. "This is about us, Atlas. This is
The night was silent. Only my muffled sobs can be heard throughout the house. I was punching Atlas' chest with my right hand while I was holding his shirt with my left hand. I don't even know if my punches had strength. All I know is that I want Atlas to feel the pain he made me feel for ten years. For making me feel worthless.I cried my heart out. I wasn't ashamed even if he saw the weak side I've been hiding for so long. I just wanted to cry in all the pain and suffering I've endured since the moment I decided to love Atlas. From the moment I forced our marriage.I am dying and hurting inside from the pain that only I can understand. It's unbearable for me but I am trying. I want to take this opportunity to do something.in favor of both of us. That's why I don't understand why he doesn't want to let me go even if we're just
They said that New Year is the happiest day of the year. It's the time we welcome the new hope of tomorrow, of another chance to live. Another year to start anew.Maybe it was like that for others. But for me, it's just a normal day. Normal day of being alone, together with the weariness I've been carrying for ten years. From the moment I loved a man who didn't love me back.It's been a week since I left. One week of being alone and miserable. One week of trying to heal my broken heart. One week of hiding and pretending to be fine. A week of thinking things and reflecting. But, things aren't that easy for me. The inevitable pain is still vivid that everytime I remember it, I can't help but cry in silence.I sighed and shook my head. Trying to forget the situation that
I almost can't hear the bustling streets and the traffic in EDSA. I can't breathe in anticipation caused by the anxiety of why we're currently in Dad's car.My heart was beating wildly. It was so fast and loud that I didn't seem to know what to do. I was speechless when my Dad asked me to go out with him. I hurriedly changed my clothes, leaving Jenny who's peacefully sleeping in my unit. I only left her a note. I know it's crazy trusting a person that you just met but my instinct is telling me to. The fact is—I can see myself in Jenny. The pain and suffering. We may have different sentiments but we are the same. We are wounded. We are wounded by the man that we love.While on the road, I can't help but to steal glances at Dad. The anger in his face was still evident, but I know that. As much as possible, he wanted t
I don't know what exactly happened after I lost consciousness. When I woke up, the familiar scent of the hospital greeted me. The white ceiling. The nurse. And the private doctor that my Dad hired for me. Everyone was watching my every move and sometimes it made me feel awkward. Even my Dad cared for me so much that it confused me even more. Until, they spilled the reason why.It's been a month since that day happened. I can still vividly remember what the doctor said that day. The words made me feel happy but at the same time it hurt. It sent me so many emotions that I can't contain them.I am pregnant.I'm pregnant with Atlas' child. The baby's grip was weak so we needed to be more careful. If Dad didn't move fast and brought me to the hospital immediatel
Atlas' intense gaze was piercing through me. I can feel it bore holes on my skin as he walks closer to the couch I'm sitting on. Nonetheless, I forced myself to go to him even if my knees were wobbling."In my office Mr. Ramirez," I uttered when I got in front of him.There was a lump in my throat but I managed not to stutter. I want him to see that I can face him without any confusion. Without any emotional attachment. That I can live without him. That I can face him in restraint."Follow me," I added.I quickly turned my back on him. I didn't wait for his reply. I abruptly continued my pace and walked straight to my office. I sighed in relief when I finally entered my office and sat on my swivel chair. I wai
It's been a week since Atlas visited my clinic. It's been a week since we talked about the annulment. It's been a week since he signed the annulment papers I gave. It's been a week of just staying inside my house and being lazy to go to work.Everything is tiring for me. My movements seemed to lack energy. It seemed like I am very tired of something I don't know. Seemed bored from all the things that were happening. Maybe, it is because I am pregnant. Or maybe, because I've been thinking too much about Atlas and the annulment case.Atlas occupied my system too much. Sometimes, I thought of going to him and talking about his accusations of me. The restraining order for him was my Dad's idea. I asked Dad and he confirmed it. He insisted that it was for my safety and I do understand.