-=Martina's Point of View=-"This is really a bad idea!"This was the thought that was running through my mind as I continued venturing into the dark, cold, and secluded forest, going to where I thought was Kian's home.Honestly, I was thinking of going back, but I fear that if I go back, I will get more lost than I am now.I think I was walking for more than thirty minutes now, but I couldn't see any familiar marks that would tell me if I was on the right track.I've been itching to call for help using my phone, but then again, who should I call for assistance? It's not like I can call Zion or Zeke to find and pick me up because it will only end with them asking me what I was doing in the middle of the forest at this late hour.I wondered whether the alibi I had tried to use earlier at the castle before Zion caught me last time would hold any weight now."No chance," I murmured silently, well aware that Zion and Zeke would never believe such an obvious lie. If I went to them for help
-=Martina's Point of View=-"What the..." The first thing I noticed when I woke up that morning was how filthy my hands were, and when I checked my whole body, it became clear how filthy I looked, followed by aches all over my body, and it didn't take long for me to remember what happened last night.I couldn't believe I'd survived the terrifying experience with the wolf pack—a brush with death that had left me frightened to my core. As I focused on the pure dread of that moment, a vision of a massive, majestic white wolf began to form in my imagination. Its presence loomed enormous, as though imprinted deep within my brain, a symbol of the wild power that had saved my life.My mind emerged from the shroud of tiredness after an invigorating sleep, allowing me to recall certain vital information about the fascinating white wolf that had previously passed through my memory. With my clarity returned, the encounter's parts began to weave together, revealing small details and depths that
-=Martina's Point of View=-I kept pounding on his chest, releasing all my pent-out frustration, fear, sadness, and anger for everything that I experienced, from missing my friend to my almost demise and how much I miss him, and not even once did Kian stop me from doing it; he just let me.I know my punch to his chest was strong, but why does it feel like my actions mean nothing to him? It's as if he's not even affected or hurt, to the point that I become tired and eventually stop.I was about to say, "I hate you," but before I could get the words out, I was caught in his strong arms. I was completely enthralled by what he said after that, and I stood there frozen."I'm sorry, Martina," he said, his voice full of emotion.Hearing his sincerity in his words made me feel as though I were melting, and as a result, all of my resentment toward him seemed to disappear.Wrapping my arms around him, I held on tight, terrified that he might slip away from me again. The thought of losing him wa
-=Martina's Point of View=-As Kian gently lifted me from his bed, I made a conscious effort to remain completely still, pretending to be asleep. Time was a mystery, but I had been waiting for this moment with bated breath.I had a nagging intuition that after our night together, he'd sneakily move me back to the castle without my knowledge, and sure enough, that's exactly what he had in mind.He lifted me like I weighed nothing, and there was this nagging feeling that I wanted to open my eyes and look at Kian, but I stopped myself.For some reason, I felt drowsy with my eyes closed, and no matter how much I tried to resist it, it eventually won and forced me to fall asleep once more.I had no idea how long I had been sleeping, and here I was planning to catch him off guard, but I awoke next when I felt my back hitting the ground, and instinctively, I reached out my hand and felt Kian's arm, which I clutched tightly."Are you really planning to leave again without even saying goodbye
-=Martina's Point of View=-The word "shock" seems inadequate to express how I felt during those hours, especially as I had not expected to see her now. In fact, I expected her to remain gone for weeks or perhaps months before she returned to the castle.I have mixed emotions while looking at her stoic face. I missed her so badly that I wanted to talk to her, and I felt like an hour was not enough for us to catch up at the same time. I was scared because if I still hadn't confessed to Zion about my infidelity, she would probably think that I was still not taking my issue seriously.When she learned that I was still living here, she would already guess that my secret still remained a secret, which was probably why she was distant and cold to me.I had a lot of things I wanted to tell her, but honestly, I didn't know where to begin or how to begin. We were still not okay, obviously, so how could I talk to her without stepping out of line?I was still contemplating how to talk to her whe
-=Martina's Point of View=-The weather was hot, especially with the sun shining brightly, so why did I feel so cold at this very moment?I could feel the sweat already forming at the back of my neck and a deep, cold feeling seated inside me.I was still stunned while gazing at Zion's old but strong face, his silver eyes looking at me intently, and I felt like I was being suffocated by how much intensity those eyes were showing.Honestly, I didn't expect to hear those words from Zion, and from the way he uttered those words, it felt like he knew something, something that I was unwilling to confess for now."Did he already know about my secret affair?" I thought to myself, and I was waiting to see any hint of rage in his gray, almost silver eyes, but the expression in his eyes still remained neutral, making it hard for me to guess what was really running through his mind."What... do you mean?" I asked, trying to stop the quivering in my voice."Nothing; I was just saying that if you n
-=Martina's Point of View=-After my conversation with Annie, I decided to stay in my room, trying to think of a way to prepare myself for confessing to Zion about my infidelity, but even though I tried so hard to prepare my heart and my mind, I still couldn't erase the fear inside me.I mean, any husband would be furious once they learned that their wife cheated on me, and I don't think that Zion is any different from them, but even though I knew he would definitely get mad, there's like a little voice inside me telling me that Zion would never hurt me, physically at least. Not because of his physical strength, since I knew even before that Zion was different from people his age, and I bear witness to those peculiar actions that he possessed.I felt so tired as I laid down my exhausted body. I really didn't do anything, but I felt like all my strength had disappeared.I know that one week of preparation wouldn't be enough to prepare me, but since I promised Annie that I would confess
-=Martina's Point of View=-"What's wrong, Martina?"I was startled when I heard Zion's question, and when I looked at him, I saw confusion on his face."What do you mean?" I asked back, trying to maintain a calm facade."You appeared uneasy; is there something troubling you?" He asked."I assure you, there's nothing of the sort; trust me," I said, a slight cringe coursing through my body as I spoke the word "trust." After all, trust was something I had broken a long time ago, not just with Zion but with many others who cared and believed in me."Oh, okay," he just replied, and then went back to his meal, or rather, to his red drink.I breathed a secret relief as soon as Zion withdrew his gaze. Another pair of eyes peered into my back, however, and when I swiveled to see who it was, Annie's gaze was fixed on me, and it didn't escape my notice how intense she was looking.Before Zion could notice, I immediately removed my gaze from Annie and focused on my food, but I was guessing that
-=Martina's Point of View=-The beating of my heart began to beat faster as I could finally see the island from afar."Wait for me, Zion," I silently said, feeling the sorrow and longing of a woman who was away with the man she loved.Ever since I left Nancy's province and experienced that bizarre and mysterious event, bits and pieces of my previous life memory came back to me, but not enough for me to know everything, but enough for me to know that I was Esmeralda and Zion is the man I loved during that life.I remembered telling him from my previous life that I would remember him whatever happened, but I betrayed him since I didn't even recognize him and worse I thought of leaving him.I felt so ashamed to see him again, but my desire to be with him won me over, and I promised myself that I would never leave Zion again.While looking at the island, it felt like some invisible hand was pulling me closer to the island as if the island recognized me, and I recognized it as my home, Zio
-=Martina's Point of View=-I kept feeling this ache ever since my visit to that place, and as I awaited our arrival back at my dad's place, this ache was getting more intense."Can you tell me what's really going on, Martina?" I heard Nancy ask."Nothing; I just needed to go home," I answered.Before, when I thought about home, I always referred to my dad's house, which had been my home ever since, or at least before Fionna and her daughters arrived, but now, when I thought about home, I couldn't help but think about the island and Zion's mansion.The pain I felt intensified when I thought about Zion. I couldn't help but feel guilty knowing that he wasn't feeling well when I left him after I found out the truth.I felt ashamed of what I did; yes, it was shocking to learn the truth, but I promised Zion, or rather Zion, that I would love him forever, and yet, in the first instance of the test of our love and my faith in him, I disappointed him.I could still feel Nancy's gaze on me fro
-=Martina's Point of View=-It has been ten minutes, but still, nothing happened. I was really expecting something to happen considering that I came to this place without my full consciousness.I stood up from the big rock where I was sitting, waiting for something to happen, but it didn't."Esmeralda..."I tried calling her name; maybe there was something that she wanted to tell me, but even after uttering her name in the air, still nothing happened."Esmeralda!"This time, I yelled louder, but after holding my breath and waiting, nothing peculiar ever happened.A bitter smile appeared on my lips when I realized how much of a weirdo I may be if someone found me there.Imagine a guest wandering in this part at this hour. People may think that I actually lost it, and they would probably send me straight to the asylum if I told them how exactly I came here."Anything?" I thought to myself when another ten minutes had passed, and when still nothing happened, I took a deep breath and fina
-=Martina's Point of View=-I awoke to the crowing of roosters, and as I looked out the window, I observed it was still dark. When I looked at the clock, I saw that it was only five o'clock in the morning, still early for me to wake up, however when I was about to go back to sleep, I was disturbed by Nancy who was already wide awake.I didn't even notice her waking up and leaving the bed."Good morning!" She said in a loud voice making me grimace."Could you keep it down, it's still early and I still wanted to sleep," I murmured."No, Martina, five a.m. is already considered late in the province because almost everyone wakes up around four and Mom told me to wake you up for breakfast," she added, and she didn't leave me an opportunity to go back to sleep as she pulled the sheets over my eyes."You're really ruthless," I said, which she just laughed at.I had no choice but to force myself out of bed, and before leaving the room, I decided to do some stretching first, to remove the slee
-=Martina's Point of View=-I awoke early the next morning, surprised that I hadn't dreamed of Esmeralda and Kian again. I hoped I wouldn't dream about them any longer.Who wants to dream about anything irrelevant to them, even if the woman in the dream happened to look like you and the man you love is always with her?I probably stayed in bed for a few more minutes before deciding to get out, and the first thing I did was double-check that I had everything I needed. Last night, I organized my belongings for my trip with Nancy, going to their province and going to that place.It probably took me about ten minutes to finish inspecting my bags, and then I started getting ready.I took a quick shower which probably lasted for fifteen minutes, and after drying myself with the towel in my bathroom, I walked naked back to my room and wore the clothes I had chosen earlier which was a pair of blue shirt and faded jeans with my favorite sneakers.I was putting on my shoes when I heard a knock
-=Martina's Point of View=-"What do you mean it's not real? Are you saying that my wedding ring is a fake?" I asked in disbelief."Unfortunately, that is right, miss. It may look real, but upon closer inspection, I confirmed that this isn't made of real gold and diamonds," he said.He continued his explanation, but to be honest, the details slipped my mind as my focus wandered. However, a feeling of suspicion washed over me as I spotted them exchanging secretive glances."Could it be?" I thought to myself."Well, there you have it; you heard it from the expert; your ring was indeed fake, and just as we agreed on, you would go out with...""Actually, I wanted to have a second opinion," I suddenly said, cutting him off."Come on, don't be a sour loser," Benz said."Perhaps I am, or perhaps the test results were incorrect," I said nonchalantly."Are you telling me that I tested your ring wrong?" The employee of the shop said indignation was written on his face."Yes, but was it wrong to
-=Martina's Point of View=-The following day, Dad decided to return to work, but before leaving, he made sure to share breakfast with me first."What do you plan on doing later?" he asked."Nothing much; I was planning to just stay at home, or maybe I could just go out and buy something," I said."Okay, if you wanted to leave, you could use the car instead of commuting; it's much more convenient that way.""Okay," I said.I planned to ask Nancy to drive me just in case I decided to go out; we could also buy the things we might need once we leave tomorrow. Speaking of Nancy, she continued addressing me as her mistress, and I didn't stop her anymore, since, in a way, I kind of missed hearing that. When I heard her calling me that, it made me feel like I was still in the castle.I walked with Dad and watched him leave, and when I could no longer see his car, I decided to look for Nancy so we could talk about our plans for tomorrow.I found Nancy in the kitchen; she was busy cleaning the
-=Martina's Point of View=-While gazing at Mommy's grave, I couldn't help but reminisce about the joyful memories we shared, but it didn't take long for the pain of her loss to resurface once again.I yearned to take advantage of this time to release all of my bottled-up emotions and let my tears run freely, but the fact that Dad was behind me kept me from doing so. I didn't want him to see my tears again, knowing that it would only add to the burden of grief he was already carrying after losing Mom and having been in an accident."Sorry, Mom, if I only got to visit now. I miss you, and Dad misses you so much," I said in a gentle voice.I felt my dad putting his arm on my shoulder as if he were giving me the comfort I needed because I really do miss Mom.After that, there was quiet between us; there were moments when words were unnecessary to express our emotions, and this is one of those instances.I was talking to Mom in my head, and when I caught a glimpse of Dad, I knew he was do
-=Martina's Point of View=-I didn't know how long I was asleep, and I didn't plan on waking up yet; however, I was woken from my sleep by a continuous knock on the door."Next would be Annie's voice," I thought to myself, but I was confused when I didn't hear Annie's voice but instead someone else's."Martina, are you awake? Your dad is waiting for you," I heard Nancy say, so I immediately opened my eyes.I awoke in the familiar surroundings of my room back in our old house, rather than the castle room I had become accustomed to. It occurred to me that I had left Zion's castle after discovering the truth."Martina?" I heard Nancy calling my name again."Yeah, I'm awake; just give me five minutes," I answered, and after that, I heard her footsteps.I took a deep breath and tried to remember everything that happened. I couldn't believe that it had only been more than twenty-four hours since I left the castle, and I couldn't ignore the sadness in my chest.I genuinely missed everyone on