BEATRICE:The woman that she was referring to was me, right? There was no way it was another else. I was the only one whom he hated so much to the point that she was willing to throw all the flowers and basket of fruits that my son had chosen.I felt someone's hand on my shoulder. Glancing at my shoulder, I saw it was none other than Drake. His eyes were on my hands on the doorknob. "Why haven't you entered?" he asked. I heaved a long sigh and forced a smile. "I'm only waiting for the two of you," I lied. Because it was easier to tell a lie than to tell the truth, right? it was too painful right now."Let me open the door for you," he said, and was about to twist the handle when it opened and saw the bodyguard who had picked the flower and basket earlier. His eyes widened upon seeing me, but said nothing at all."Why did he bring the flowers again, Mommy? Aunt Christina doesn't like the flowers I picked for her?""I don't think she does not like it, Grayson. Maybe she's not feeling
BEATRICE:"It's okay to cry in front of me, Beatrice," Drake whispered. Suddenly, his hands wrapped around my shoulders. My first instinct was to slap his hand away, but I was too tired to do that. Emotionally tired. And drained. He patted the top of my shoulders as he continued saying words to calm me. "When the world seems so difficult, when you don't understand it anymore, you can rest in my arms and rest for a while until you're back to fight."Rest. He wanted me to rest with him. Could I do that to someone who left me in the past? How long will you keep on recording his past? It's time to let go of them and start fresh? And give the two suitors a fair chance? Still…it was baffling for me hearing him say comforting words.When did my ex-husband become inspirational? I never heard such reassurance from him when we were married. Still...his words felt comforting, lifting some of the burdens in my heart.He had grown so much over the years…This way it felt like having someone
BEATRICE:Clicking my tongue together, I said, "Will you please stop this childishness? All I wanted was to eat peacefully. You don't have to fight in front of the food. Drake. Don't make everything an issue. I eat whatever I like. And Everette, don't mind him. Focus on Christina's recovery."I wished they would stop this childish fight because this is not helping Christina’s condition. Scooping a spoonful of buttered shrimp, which was my favorite, I added, "What did the doctor say about her condition?"Worry flashed over his face. "Christina said he wanted to recover at our house and that the doctor will just go there if there are some tests that need to be run. The doctor had given us a go signal. But he has to make sure that she's already stable right now."Finishing all the foods on his plate, which Drake clearly disapproved of until now, I said, "How about you? What do you think? Is her condition getting ready?"He put both hands on top of his chin. "Her body might heal, but it
BEATRICE:Back then, I usually said mean things towards Drake, but right now, I could not think of anything. How could I when he looked so pure looking at me like that as if he did not want anything to happen to me.I could no longer laugh at him. Was he showing the truth? Was he showing the real condition of his heart? Or was he only playing with me?Playing with you? Don’t you think the poor man had no longer enough rest? He had to work and manage the company, but at home, he had to take care of my son even if he was too tired. Until I found myself saying, “Nothing will happen.”“Do you know my insides are shaking right now? I am that worried for you.”“You are worrying a lot, Drake,” I stated and found myself brushing the side of his cheeks. If he keeps on doing what his heart wants to show, then there is no way that I would disregard his efforts for everything.“Can you blame me, Beatrice?”“You can stop your mind from worrying. It will not solve anything right now.”My heart wa
BEATRICE:Just what I was expecting, anger crossed Drake's eyes. "You're mine only, Beatrice," he growled. I laughed inside my head. So possessive and acting as if he owned me when in fact he did not. Still, it warmed my heart whenever he was acting like this. I felt…wanted.Pretending that it had no effect on me, I raised my eyebrows, I asked, "What if I will not choose you? I might choose Josh right now. Who knows?"I shrugged and waited for his reaction, but was silently enjoying how his face darkened even more. Drake…could be cute sometimes. "If there comes a time that you will choose another one, I will accept it as long as it is not that man. Anyone as long as it was not that man, Beatrice."He seemed really intent on me not choosing Josh. Maybe there were some truths in his allegations?You won't know for sure if you will not face Josh now. So why don't you move your butt, Beatrice and enter the restaurant right now? The man might be waiting for you there."Alright. Let's no
BEATRICE:Josh heaved a long sigh. “I don’t think I need to be scared, Little One. Especially if I did not do anything wrong. So no. I don't need to be scared. I have only been honest since the time we met for the second time because I don't want you to be mad at me. I am always careful that I will not hurt you, Little One.”My eyes searched for something. Anything that would tell me that he was telling the truth, but when I was on the verge of believing him, Drake's words flashed inside my mind. “How would I know if you're telling me the truth? Telling a lie without remorse is so easy nowadays, Josh,” I snapped. I felt sorry towards him that I was acting like a bitch, but then again, if he could not handle this side of me, he did not deserve the rest of me. “What do you want to know about me?” he inquired. “Anything that you wanted to know, Little One. I am sorry too for hiding something from you…I thought…this is no longer important since we are both single right now.”That shoul
BEATRICE:“Who are you really pertaining to, Josh?” I asked. “Why don’t we cut the chase and tell me who you’re saying?”He grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “Who else, Little One? It’s your ex-husband. He wanted you to hate me by telling you about my deceased wife. And let me think. He told you that I killed her? He would say that because he wanted you to stay away from me.”My forehead knotted when he kissed the top of my palm. “I don't know anymore, Josh,” I said and pulled my hands away from him. His face fell. “You mean to say that you don’t believe me, Little One?”He pushed the death certificate to me. “How would I know that the document was not fabricated?”His eyes turned wide until his surprise was replaced with sadness.“You don’t believe me.”“Can you blame me?” I asked, while touching my hands. “You and Drake have different statements.”“But I am giving you the document. That’s already evidence, Little One.”I shook my head. “Please give me some time to think about every
BEATRICE:MURDERER.That was a serious allegations. And the word had been ringing in my ears for a couple of times and all I could do was stare at the newcomer and Josh who was also surprised just like me.Murderer? Was that true? Murderer. Just like what my ex-husband was claiming. Josh was a murderer.Josh's face went blanched. "Let's not talk about that here. I have someone with me," he whispered and attempted to touch the woman, but she pushed his hands away as if she was burned."What lies did you tell her, huh?" she spat. “The same lies that you've been telling to the women whom you dated?”Women? Meaning to say he dated lots of girls before I came to the equation?If he dated a lot, it did not matter anymore as long as he was single. What mattered the most was if he dated girls even if his wife was alive. But I was surprised that he dated a lot before me? I thought….Josh looked at me and smiled apologetically. His eyes were pleading as if telling me that I should understand