Eumerriah's Point of ViewI was happily sitting on the bench, watching Dustine joyfully interact with his classmates. It made me so happy to see him enjoying himself, especially since he was new to the school. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched him play and laugh with his new friends. It was such a relief to see him so happy.As I observed, it felt as though time had slowed down. I could see Dustine growing closer to his new friends, and though I wanted to join in their fun, I chose to stay at a distance, quietly watching and caring as a mother. I remembered when he was younger, he wasn’t very sociable, but now here he was, fearless and boldly mingling with others.The field trip continued, and I followed their bus to every destination, always keeping my distance, giving him space to enjoy the time with his friends. When it was break time, Dustine and I had lunch together. He happily shared his experiences from the trip, and I could feel the excitement in his voice.But in the mi
Eumerriah's Point of ViewI sat by Justine's bedside, holding his cold hand, trying not to give in to the fear and anxiety that were slowly consuming me. It has been twelve hours since he was brought here, and yet he still hasn’t woken up. My eyes were fixed on his pale face, hoping for any sign that he would wake up.Suddenly, I heard hurried footsteps approaching. When I turned around, I saw Shaira—her face was filled with worry and anger. She quickly came over to us, and I could see the pain and fear in her eyes that mirrored my own."Eumerriah," she took a deep breath, "what's the news? Has he not woken up yet?"I shook my head, barely able to hold back the tears welling up in my eyes. "No, not yet. There's been no change."Her face flushed with anger, and I noticed her hands trembling. "How did this happen? Who’s responsible?!" Her voice was full of fury, searching for someone to blame for Justine’s accident. "Whoever did this needs to be held accountable!""Shaira," my voice was
**Eumerriah's Point of View:**As I stood beside Justine's bed, I could feel the weight of every passing second. Fourteen hours had passed since he was rushed to the hospital, yet he still hadn’t woken up. From a mother who was once overjoyed by her child’s excitement during the field trip, I now felt as if I were being dragged down by fear and anxiety. The doctor’s words pierced my heart like knives, one by one, as I considered my son’s condition.Shaira arrived, hurrying in with worry etched across her face. She quickly rushed to my side, and I knew we were both battling the same emotions—anger, fear, and uncertainty. "Yumi, how is Justine?" Shaira asked, barely able to wait for an answer. I could see the anxiety and anger in her eyes, especially after hearing what the doctor had said about Justine needing blood."Doc, what is my son’s condition?" I asked, trying to keep my voice from trembling. I knew I had to stay strong, but every word the doctor spoke felt like another weight ad
**Eumerriah's Point of View**I stared into the void, in the midst of a hospital that seemed to have become a battleground of conflicting emotions. With every beep of the monitor that watched over each beat of Justine’s heart, I could feel every moment stretching between life and death. I couldn’t remember how many times I prayed, hoping that every sob and tear would reach God.“Yumi,” Shaira’s voice, full of concern, pulled me back to reality. I turned to her. I knew we were both thinking about the possibility we didn’t want to face—Gabrielle.“You know we have no other choice,” she said, looking at me directly. “Gabrielle is the only one left who can donate blood for Justine.”I closed my eyes, trying to fight the weight of the situation. Gabrielle. The name I’ve been trying so hard to avoid, the person I’ve been trying to forget. Behind my closed eyes, memories began to flash—hurtful words, arguments, and countless nights of crying. But now, my pain wasn’t the priority—it was my so
**Gabrielle's Point of View**As I sat in the recovery room, I tried to calm myself after the donation process. I could still feel the pain in my arm, but the ache in my heart was far more intense—a feeling I've long tried to avoid, but can no longer deny.Justine… Is he really my son?Earlier, I saw Eumerriah's face, the fear and longing etched in her eyes as we awaited the results. Even though she hasn’t directly told me, I could sense there were things she has long kept hidden—things I'm only now beginning to realize.As I pieced together the details, my suspicions became clearer. Justine's blood type, the urgency of his condition, and Eumerriah's admission that I was the only possible donor—all these were like pieces of a puzzle slowly coming together in my mind.I wasn't surprised when Justine needed blood, and I realized that I was the only one with the matching blood type. I didn’t need to ask Eumerriah because, deep down, I already knew the answer. The similarity in our blood
**Gabrielle's Point of View** Now that Justine is awake, my desire to know him goes beyond physical boundaries. Every time his room door opens, I hope to see him laughing, but instead, these moments seem to test every bit of my patience. With each passing minute, my longing and anger at the things I still don’t fully understand grow even more intense. So when I saw Eumerriah walking toward Justine’s room, I could no longer hold back my emotions. Every step she took felt like a walk over unpaid debts. My anger toward her wasn’t just because she was hiding the truth but because it felt like she was ignoring my role as a father. “Yumi, when do you plan to tell me everything?” I asked, my voice full of frustration. “Don’t I have the right to know about my own child? We don’t need to keep all of this a secret anymore.” “Gabrielle, don’t you understand? This isn’t as simple as you think!” she replied, her voice overflowing with concern and frustration. “I can’t explain everything rig
**Gabrielle's Point of View**Justine is coming home today, riding in a wheelchair. He’s not completely healed yet, but I know he prefers to recover alongside his brother, Dustine. Dustine couldn’t visit him in the hospital because of school and to avoid the illnesses associated with being there.From a distance, I could see the guards assisting them inside. While they were busy, a familiar face walked in—Kristine. She immediately grabbed Yumi's hair as she was helping Justine.“You’re shameless!” Kristine shouted. I was getting closer to their position, and I could hear her yell.“Aaaaahhh!!” Eumerriah screamed in pain, and the kids saw it happen. She quickly signaled Shaira to take the children upstairs, which Shaira promptly did.“Kristine!!” I shouted.“Oh! Your knight in shining armor!” Kristine responded sarcastically.“Let’s go home!” I said, grabbing Kristine’s hand.“Let’s go home!” I repeated, angrily pulling Kristine’s hand. I couldn’t let this situation get any worse, espe
Gabrielle's Point of ViewI stared out the window of my office, memories of being with Kimberly playing in my mind. With every smile, every time she called me "Papa," I felt like I was a part of her life. I didn't need to know that she wasn't my biological child because, in my heart, she was the daughter meant for me. But now, I have to face the truth. I can't hide behind a lie forever. Most importantly, I can't allow Kristine to continue disrupting the lives of those I love.I paused my thoughts and looked at the paper on my desk—the divorce papers. I’ve thought about this for a long time, and now I know it's time to end this. I need to do this, not just for myself, but for Kimberly. If I don't, we'll continue to be trapped in a fake family, constantly hurting.As Kristine and I sat quietly at the dinner table, I could feel the tension hanging between us. I knew I had to do this, and there was no better time than now. Kimberly was at school, and this was the only opportunity we had t
Eumerriah's Point of ViewFor so long, Gabrielle and I had been at odds. I couldn't understand why he needed to distance himself from us. All the truths had come out—their marriage to Kristine and how his life had unfolded with Paul. He regretted his choices, and even Paul seemed to notice his mistakes."You really don’t understand me," Gabrielle said, frustration lacing his voice."Then explain it to me!" I shot back, unable to hold back any longer."Okay, let me ask you this. Why did you choose to distance yourself and hide, huh? Fifteen years! Fifteen years I haven't seen or been with my child, and then I find out he's legally Shaira’s child! How do you explain that to me, huh?" he questioned, filled with anger and disappointment."Listen to me!" I said, barely able to contain the pain in my voice. "Shaira lost her child because of your marriage! What do you think I should do? Of course, I thought about our child's safety. If I hadn’t done that, we might not have a child anymore. S
Eumerriah's Point of View“Where is he?” I asked Kate, my curiosity evident.“If you want to know, follow me,” she replied, getting into her car. I nodded, but instead of driving my own car, I hurried into the passenger seat of hers.She furrowed her brow and gave me a questioning look. “Why are you too lazy to drive?” she asked, a hint of irritation in her voice.“I just want to ride in the car of the girl who used to really like me,” I said, trying to make a joke to lighten the tension.“Tsk! If it weren’t for Kuya Gabrielle, I wouldn’t like you,” she retorted, but a playful smile was on her lips.“What do you mean?” I asked, a bit confused, but I knew she was hiding something.“Secret,” she replied, laughing as she drove.I looked out the window, but I couldn’t help smiling. I never thought that the cheerful little girl who used to cling to me, who liked me so much, would turn into a woman who was now even more assertive in front of me.Behind her teasing and boldness, I was please
"Eumerriah!" Kate called out to me, her voice filled with concern.I turned to face her and saw the serious expression on her face."Do you still think about him?" she asked, her voice full of worry. "Do you ever wonder how he’s doing?"I stood silently, trying to block out the people around us. A heaviness settled over me. I thought of Gabrielle. Despite everything that happened, he still held a place in my heart, but I didn’t know how to face him now."What are you trying to say?" I asked, struggling to hide my emotions."I just wanted you to know," Kate began, her voice serious, "that even back then, he struggled with the thought of losing you like that. And now that you’ve suddenly come back, he feels like he failed you, like he didn’t even try to look for you."As I absorbed her words, it felt like a sharp pain erupted in my chest. I could feel Gabrielle’s anguish over the years I was gone, but I couldn’t ignore how he had avoided me and chosen someone else during those times.We
"Another movie you slay!" Shaira greeted, hugging me tightly."My mom is really amazing," Justine complimented. He was now dressed like a young man, his hair neatly styled, and his suit covering his whole body. He looked at me with great admiration, as if he had learned all these things from me."You always look pretty, Mommy," said Dustine, who, despite being young, had simple words that could warm my heart. He smiled at me, his eyes full of happiness and love."Beautiful and endlessly talented," Jayson praised, standing beside me, his eyes full of respect.We had just finished the premiere night of one of our most successful movies with Jerome. The story was filled with emotion, and I never imagined it would turn out like this. After weeks of hard work and exhaustion, this moment brought joy and success to us.We were in the middle of guests, media, and fans who were all celebrating our achievement. Cameras kept flashing, capturing our photos, but my eyes wandered to the loved ones
Eumerriah's Point of ViewFor six months, everything was in order. No fights, no drama, even though I worked closely with Jerome more often now."Is it still him?" Jerome asked."What’s it to you?" I replied, my tone sharp.It was as if he didn’t care about what happened in the past, like he wasn’t the man I once went crazy for."If you had just kept being crazy about me, maybe I could have learned to love you," I teased."Whatever you say," he responded, seemingly indifferent."You’ve become so tough now, like you weren’t once crazy over me," I pressed."It’s been 17 years, and still? Haven’t you moved on? You couldn’t even fight for my best friend, the first man you loved. So why would I expect you to fight for me, when you just used me?" His words stung."It wasn’t my fault my family couldn’t accept him.""It’s your fault you led him on and didn’t truly love him.""And what do you know about real love?""Well, what about you? What do you know? We’re not kids anymore. If you think y
Eumerriah's Point of ViewThree months have passed since Gabrielle’s sudden disappearance, and no one has heard any news from him. Everyone is worried—even Kristine and Kimberly are confused about what’s happening. I don’t know how to tell them that even I have no idea where he is or when he’ll return.Despite everything, Shaira and I have slowly resumed our daily lives. I continue to work for our family, while Shaira stays home to handle the household chores and take care of Justine. The days have flowed smoothly, but the weight of unanswered questions remains ever-present."Has there still been no word from Gabrielle?" Shaira asked as she arranged Dustine's toys on the floor.I shook my head, feeling the sadness settle in my chest. "Even Kristine has been asking me. She said things are chaotic at their company because of his sudden disappearance. Some employees have also asked me if I know anything, but I have nothing to tell them."Shaira paused and sat down beside me. "Anyone woul
Eumerriah's Point of ViewJustine has recovered from his illness, and despite everything that has happened, I am deeply grateful to Gabrielle. His support for us is something I will never forget. However, after our meeting and discovering that his close friend Paul is Kimberly’s real father, it was as if a heavy burden was lifted from him, but I still cannot fully explain what he's truly feeling.It's been two weeks since I learned the truth, but I haven't heard from Gabrielle since. He’s disappeared, and no matter what I do, I can’t find him. His absence feels like a new torment added to my trials.Amid all this, Jayson has been visiting our house more often. Justine refuses to be bathed by anyone else, so we chose not to hire a personal nurse. Sometimes, I see Jayson hiding his true emotions, trying to act like everything is normal, but I know it’s not easy for him.Because of what happened, I had to change my plans. I no longer accepted new jobs and instead started working from hom
Gabrielle's Point of ViewI don’t know how I managed to leave everything behind. Sometimes, it feels like all of this is just a dream—the life I left, the family I destroyed. But this is the reality I created for myself, and with each passing day, it becomes clearer how big a mistake I made.Kristine, the woman I spent so many years with, the mother of my daughter, Kimberly. We built a family together, a family I once dreamed would be happy and whole until the end. But now, that’s gone. And it's my fault.It all started when Eumerriah came back into my life. I never expected to see her again, never thought I’d feel the emotions I had long buried. I thought everything between us was over. I thought I could forget her and move on with my life with Kristine and Kimberly. But when I saw Eumerriah, all those feelings suddenly came rushing back—feelings I never thought would resurface.That’s when my confusion began. I no longer knew what was real or what should be. I started looking for wa
Serenity's Point of ViewI never expected Gabrielle to come back into my life. It’s been a long time since we last saw each other, and so much has happened between us. Yet now, it seems he’s slowly finding ways to reenter my life, even though we don’t share the same roof.It all started with small things. Sometimes, I’d suddenly receive a message from him. They were simple questions like, "How is Justine?" or "Don’t work too hard; you need rest, too." These messages were straightforward, but I couldn’t help but feel a strange warmth in my chest whenever I read them. I never expected to get such messages from Gabrielle, especially since we haven’t been together for a long time.Justine often asks about Gabrielle as well. I know the child struggles to understand our situation, so I just tell him, "He cares about you." But every time I say that, I feel a pang in my heart. Why does Gabrielle still care? What’s the reason?Whenever Gabrielle visits to see Justine, he always brings the chil