-=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=-My heart was beating so fast from the ribcage of my chest; honestly, I didn't know if it was because of the nervousness or the excitement and thrill of finally going and seeing the secret passageway, or maybe both.I tried to remember what Kian told me about how I could open it. Still, before taking any action while standing near the stairway in the hallway, I roamed my eyes to see if there was anyone around. Still, seeing that no living soul was around, I took a deep breath and moved my hand towards the switch that Kian had mentioned, and just like he told me, the secret door appeared before me.I thought that the door was going to be heavy, but when I gently pushed it, it immediately opened, revealing semidarkened stairs that were only lit by some dim light bulb, which didn't really make so much difference that led the way, and I guessed it should lead to the western part of the island."This is it, Martina. There is no turning back," I silently told myse
-=Martina's Point of View=-I tried to catch him and support his weight, but he was far too heavy compared to my weak, thin body. It was fortunate that I managed to lay him down on the ground without hitting his head."Stop it, Kian. Stop this nonsense," I said in a quivering voice, hoping that he was just messing with me because of what I said, but his eyes remained closed.I put my hand on top of his heart, and as soon as my hand touched his chest, I immediately felt his heartbeat, assuring me that he was still alive.I'd never been so worried about Kian before. I'd always thought of him as unbreakable, a rock of strength resistant to harm. Seeing him in this vulnerable position, however, forced me to see him through a whole different lens.A lot of things were running through my mind right now, and none of those thoughts was reassuring. I couldn't help but think that maybe he had a terminal condition that he didn't tell me about, and the thought of losing Kian was putting so much s
-=Martina's Point of View=-The following morning, I was shocked when I woke up and felt that my cheeks were wet, and when I touched them, I realized those were my tears, and then I remembered the dream I had.I felt an ache inside my heart that I couldn't explain, like I experienced losing someone before, and then I remembered that maybe this was the same feeling I felt when I lost my mom, and even though there was this feeling like it was something different, I decided to ignore it since that was the only reasonable reason.My thoughts were filled with what happened to Kian last night, where he passed out and completely lost consciousness, and the worry inside me returned. With that in mind, I decided to request a video chat with my dad. I didn't think much of the time as I contacted him.He didn't answer my video call on my first try, but on my second try, he finally accepted my call, and I saw him trying to blink away the drowsiness he was feeling seeing his action. I automaticall
-=Martina's Point of View=-As usual, time seemed to slow down whenever I was anticipating something, but I reminded myself once more that there was nothing else I could do but to calm down and let the event unfold; however, I couldn't stop myself from looking at the time.I'd just been on video chat with my father for an hour, and I still had plenty of time until my arranged meeting with Kian.With nothing else to do, I decided to grab my phone and surf the net for other information I must have missed out on while checking for Kian's possible illness.I know I already consulted Dad's doctor, but still, I didn't want to remain idle and try to maximize my time while waiting for lunch, which should be in the next fifty-five minutes.I kept strolling and reading every article I could read pertaining to possible reasons why someone might lose consciousness, but almost all of the sites I visited said the same recommendation, which is to seek a doctor's advice.The next thing I needed to do
-=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