DANIIt's been two weeks.I'm still at my parents' house. I never thought I would say this but watching my parents actually inspired me to stay with my husband. I don't want to divorce Damien. Infact, I'm sure I want to stay with that man for the rest of my life. I'm never leaving him.No, I have not come to that conclusion because my parents are lovey dovey with each other. It's actually the opposite. My dad doesn't love my mom. He just loves she can cook for him and clean for him and take care of him and make her coffee when he's busy working. That's another strange thing about him. He's always working. He works a little too hard for someone who is going to die. When my mom asks him to slow down, he brushes her off and sends her more coffee.My mom loves him. Ofcourse she lets him treat her like a slave without saying a word or talking back at him. It's strange that I never noticed how poorly he treated her when I was a kid. And what's even stranger is the fact that's she's a quali
PART THREE | DESTROY |DAMIENTen years ago, I swore that I would destroy the person who destroyed my life.I had just finished college. I was crazy inlove. I was planning a trip to Italy with the love of my life. I would spend the next years of my life doing something I'm passionate about. Life was good. Life was great.Until the accident happened...That accident ruined everything. It ruined my life. How was I supposed to get on a flight to Italy with the love of my life when my mom was in the hospital, fighting for her life? I wouldn't even enjoy the scenic places in Italy with the picture of my mom in a hospital bed at the back of my head.So, I stayed home.I stayed home to take care of my mom.It was the hardest time. Not just for me but also my family. It was a blow to their faces. I remember my dad didn't hold a painting brush for almost two years. He was too busy taking care of my mom after the coma. That's also wh
DANII want to save my marriage desperately.So it only makes sense that I go to the person who has stayed in a marriage for almost three decades. She must have all the tips and tricks on how to keep a man. According to my mom, there are only three rules.Rule number one:Stay silent and don't talk back at your husband! He's the Head of the house. And as the head of the house, he carries all the brain which is the organ that sends orders to other parts of the body. So, he knows what's best for your home.Rule number two:Stay strong! Sometimes, your husband will put your marriage to a test and do things that don't make you happy. Things that completely and utterly break your heart. In this situation, you have to stay strong and hold on to your marriage. This is how you pass the test.Rule number three:Stay sèxy! Like they say, men are visual creatures. They are naturally attracted to women who look sèxy. Not too sèxy that you look like a slùt and you have other men catcalling you. Ju
DAMIEN HUNT FILES FOR DIVORCE DUE TO IRRECONCILABLE DIFFERENCESYes, that's the headlines I wake up to.The news is on every social media site. Every news channel is reporting about the sad and bad news. I mean, it's good news for Damien and Vanessa. Hopefully, they can finally be together.I've been crying for the past one week. I've been rotting in my bed for days. I've been eating so little and getting so hungry that I puke. I've lied in bed at night and thought of ending it all. I thought breaking up with Brandon was the hardest thing I've ever had to go through. But divorcing Damien is. How do you divorce someone when you're still inlove with them? How do you divorce someone when you desperately want a future with them?It breaks my heart even more to know that there's no chance of us ever getting back together again. He will never forgive me. His mother will never forgive me. They hate me and I deserve it.Dad walks down the stairs, still in his pajamas. Phone on his hand. He fi
I swing the door open.Mom turns to smile at me. Dad doesn't even bother to look at me. I smile at my mom and pretend that I don't know what's going on."Why is Dad throwing tantrums?" I ask scornfully. "Does he need his painkillers?""Probably." Dad disappears upstairs.My heart breaks seeing him walking away. I can't even bring myself to look at my mom."My friend needs her water bottle." I say, disappearing upstairs. I grab the bottle that's standing on the dressing table and run down the stairs. My mom is still standing in the livingroom, looking confused. I sail past her and dash out of the house.Lana is waiting for me in her car."Here." I pass the water bottle through the car window."Hey." She looks at me on concern. "Are you okay? What's with that sudden frown on your face?""It's nothing." I shrug. "When is the camping trip by the way?""This coming weekend." She says. "Is that cool with you.""It's perfect!" I force a smile. "Hey, can I crash at your place tomorrow? I can
DAMIENWhen you live with someone for some time, they become a part of your routine.You sleep in the same bed. You wake up at the same time. You shower together sometimes. You have breakfast together. You talk all the time about nothing and everything. When the day ends, you come home to them. You find dinner or order takeout. You talk about your day over dinner before you retire to bed and cuddle. That was my life with Dani. I miss her every day. This house feels empty without her. It almost feels like the house is grieving her. Mourning her. Longing for her. Her presence is missed.That's what I think every night when I lie in this cold and empty bed. How much this house misses her. How much this bed misses her. How much I miss her. But there's nothing I can do about it. We are done. She's gone for good. I'm getting a divorce. It's normal to feel the empty hole in my heart that she left. I know someone else can fill it up. I thought I would never get over Vanessa but I kind of did
DANII can't believe that Damien would send my mortal enemy to serve me the divorce papers.Of all the fùcking people in the world, he chose to send Vanessa! He should've sent his mother or his father or his friends or the girlfriends of his friends. But Vanessa? His fùcking filthy-hearted ex?And why was she wearing my fùcking wedding ring on her finger? Are they official now? Are they planning to get married? Why the fùck would he give her my wedding ring? Something so pure and sacred? To hurt me? To press me? To piss me off?Well, if his goal was to step on my heart and crush it once again, he was successful. Because I'm lying in bed, tears running down my temples as I stare at the ceiling. It's dark and cold but I don't bother to cover myself with the duvet. I don't care if I freeze to death.What's there to live for? I have lost everything that I ever loved. Everything that I ever wanted. I never understood when people said they can't live without a certain someone. Now I get it
The car stops in the woods.We all bounce out of the car. Everyone is excited about this camping trip except me. The entire trip, they talked about all the fun stuff that they are going to do once we get there.Set up tents. Take pictures. Go fishing. Go hiking. Sit around the campfire. Cuddle with their spouses. It got a little awkward when everyone turned to look at me because they all know that I'm single. I had to laugh awkwardly to assure them that I'm okay. But I'm not okay. I know you're tired of hearing this but I miss Damien.So I did what my therapist told me to do when I start missing him. I start sketching on my little sketchbook. That's what I did the entire trip until we got here.There's only five of us. Larry with Larry. Larry's sister, Lexi, with her boyfriend Max. Max is a short funny guy who kept cracking our ribs the entire trip. He's just one of those genuinely funny guys.I'm the only one in the group without a partner. It's like going to crash on a double date.
DAMIENtwenty years laterIt's our twentieth anniversary.For every anniversary, we celebrate it in Bali. In the same hotel we went for our first, second and third honeymoon. There's been a lot of changes and renovations in the hotel over the years but it still gives me a feeling of nostalgia every time I come here.I step out of the shower and start drying myself with the towel.Dani is busy typing on her laptop. I apply some lotion and slide into a pair of white shorts. My wife doesn't bother to look up."George filed for divorce." I huff. "Gina cheated on him again. This time, with a younger man.""Not surprised." I sigh. "Why can't he just leave her?""He's addicted to the toxicity."Dani doesn't respond. She's still busy on her laptop. Plus, she's so over George and Gina. And honestly, so am I. For years, I wanted to save George from that abusive marriage but he clearly doesn't want to be saved. He made the bed. I'll just let him lie in it. Even if it's a bed of thorns that makes
DANII stare at Nate in shock.But he's not staring at me. He's staring at Damien."When Dani's dad shot me, I was paralysed." Nate says. "I could see everything. I could hear everything. But I couldn't move. I couldn't even feel blood oozing from my body."Okay, where's this going?"Dani was in shock after her father shot himself infront of her." He continues. "She just sat there, staring at his lifeless body. She was in shock and despair. She had lost all hope for life. That's until you came out of nowhere and wrapped your arms around her, crying. She was relieved. She was hopeful again. I was relieved too. And I was hopeful. That's when I allowed myself to pass out. All that time, I'd been forcing myself to hold on a little longer for Dani. I didn't want to leave her all alone and scared. But when you showed up, I knew she was in safe hands. So l let myself pass out."Nate finally turns to look at me, a small smile forming on his face."Remember that double date with Richard and yo
DAMIENI ring the doorbell.Dani swings the door open, dressed in her pajamas. She stares at me in complete shock and confusion."What are you doing here?" She asks in concern. "Are you okay?"I don't reply to that. I just pull her in my arms and cling to her body. I know she's pregnant and I'm probably hurting her baby but the baby will have to forgive me. I need his mother now. He can wait.Dani escorts me to the livingroom. She sneaks to the kitchen and brings me coffee. Yes, I definitely need coffee this time. I'm shaking due to the cold. Or maybe I'm shaking due to the shock. It's been a night of horror and I can't wait for it to end."What's going on, Damien?" Dani asks softly. "Where's Vanessa?"Just hearing her name sends chills all over my body. I look up at the ticking clock.The images of the last three hours play vividly in my head.Vanessa screaming in terror. Vanessa's head being chopped off. Vanessa's head being tossed in a black plastic bag like garbage. The "bad guys
VANESSABe calm.Whatever happens in life, be calm. That's one of the greatest tricks to tackle every situation in life. Be calm. Take a deep breath. Don't lose it. You might be losing it inside, but don't show them. Act calm. Act confident.I turn to look at Damien.Ofcourse I'm shocked. And confused. He just jumped out of the kitchen. He was listening to the conversation this entire time. I should have listened to my gut when I entered the house.I got a whiff of his cologne when I entered the living room. Then I got a glance of his shoes at the door. But somehow, I convinced myself that they didn't belong to Damien. A bunch of shoes look the same. And there's no way they belonged to Damien. I mean, I left him home looking hungry and exhausted. There's no way he could drive back to the city for two hours instead of taking a rest. God, I was in for a shock!But I'm still calm. "Babe." I smile. "You know I hate surprises.""Don't babe me!" He snaps. "I heard everything you just said,
DAMIENI dash into the kitchen and pour all the coffee in the sink.I don't want coffee. I want something stronger. Something like scotch. Something that will make me forget about my dad. And Vanessa. And the pregnancy scam. And the whole drug dealing thing. And the way I just talked to Dani. And the way she looked at me. All I do is hurt her with my words and actions. And all she does is be kind and nice to me. After everything I did, she's letting me spend the night at her house. God, I don't deserve her...It's pouring heavily outside.I look outside, the rain beating down on the roof and sliding down the window. For a moment there, I wish that the rain could wash away all the pain. I wish that the rain could slide down my soul and wash away all the sadness and sorrow. The doorbell rings, pulling me away from the sea of sad thoughts."Good evening, Dani." I grit my teeth when I hear that familiar voice. Vanessa. What the fùck is she doing here? How the fùck did she know that I wa
DANIDamien is standing at my door when I get home from the hospital.The second he sees me, he runs to me and our bodies clash in a tight embrace. He starts crying in my arms. And I start crying in his arms. And now we're crying in each other's arms. I don't even know why I'm crying. But I definitely know why he's crying.He lost his father. A father that he deeply loved. And today he lay his father to rest. That's hard on anyone.The sky rumbles. We break apart and silently walk into the house before it starts raining. Damien takes off his shoes and sits on the couch. I take off my black coat and sneak to the kitchen. There, I make coffee and grab some cookies from the pantry. Damien looks like he needs something stronger than coffee but it's the best choice for now. "Thankyou." He smiles when I set the tray of coffee and cookies on the table.I sit across from him, creating some distance between us. I'm just from seeing Nate in the hospital and we even kissed when I left. I wou
DAMIENThe ride home was silent.Two hours on the road with Vanessa sulking and seething and staring at me, her eyes filled with fury.The second I stop the engine, she flies out of the car and storms into the house. I follow her quickly but I can't keep up with her pace. When I walk into the house, she's already flying up the stairs.Maria steps out of the kitchen with a bunch of sandwiches on the tray."Spill the tea." She giggles. "Why is she so mad this time? What happened at the funeral?""Nothing interesting." I shrug.That's my way of brushing Maria off. Although I like her, she can be a little nosy in a way that's annoying and steps on boundaries. Vanessa is still the mother of my child. She's just a surrogate. Sometimes I think that Maria forgets that. Vanessa can be a pain in the àss but she still deserves respect as the biological mother of my child."Want a sandwich?" She offers."Sure." I grab it. "I'm starving!"I run up the stairs, chewing on the sandwich as I head to o
DANICamille's mansion was the perfect pick for the reception after the funeral.The guests are waltzing around the large livingroom, cups of coffee clutched in their hands. A bunch of bowls are sitting at the dining table with cookies and biscuits and even chocolates.I'm sitting on the couch next to Camille, munching on the crunchy cookies. Her face is blank and void of emotion but I know that deep down, she's having an emotional crisis. A few hours ago, she broke down as her husband was put to the ground. I can't imagine what that felt like for her. Spending half of your life with someone and then having to watch their lifeless bodies being lowered to the ground. Tragic."Look at them!" Camille points to Damien and Vanessa. "She's always complaining about something. They should break up already."They seem like they are fighting. Vanessa is nagging about something. And Damien is glaring at her. They are obviously the unhappiest couple in the room. I get a little thrill watching the
DAMIENVanessa slides into her black heels and walks towards me.She stands so close, looking up at me. There's a blank look on her face and it's kinda creepy. She straightens my collar and starts fixing my black tie."I'm going to ask you something and I want you to be completely honest with me."The cold tone in her voice sends shivers down my spine. She's not been speaking to me the entire morning. I thought it was odd but chose not to overthink it. I thought it's because we were both busy getting ready for the funeral. I thought maybe she's giving me some space and silence because this is the day that I lay my dad to the ground. From the tone of her voice, that's clearly not the case. She's mad at me. And from the way she's playing with this tie, I might end up getting strangled if I don't provide the answer that she wants. And that makes my heart start racing."Have you been fùcking Dani?"I can't help but laugh. I thought it was something serious. Something that was going to be