It was a cold morning, and the sun seemed to bring hope back to us. Today, finally, Justine was home from the hospital. I sat in front of the house, watching the children play. Justine and Dustine were busy with their toys. Shaira, who was taking care of them, smiled as she watched the children.Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I walked over to the door to see who had arrived. When I opened it, I saw Paul standing there, his face full of worry and fear.I opened the door, and there was Paul, my long-time friend, standing at the entrance of my house. The morning was light, but he seemed to carry a heavy burden. We hadn't seen each other for a long time, and I could feel the distance between us in the way he stood outside."Paul," I greeted him, my voice full of uncertainty. "What do you need?""Good day, Eumerriah. Can we talk?" he replied, his tone filled with concern and worry. "I have something important to tell you.""Come in," I said, stepping aside to let him in. "What happened?"We
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
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
Eumerriah's Point of View I woke up feeling the sun's heat painfully striking my skin. Slowly, I lifted my body from the bed and realized I wasn't wearing anything, chilled by the cold against my skin. Despite a slight headache, I managed to open my still blurry eyes, rubbing my head and stretching. I want to cover my naked body but there's something heavy weighed on the comforter i tried to pull. With my eyes half-closed, I fumbled with one hand while reaching for the blanket with the other. To my surprise, what I touched wasn't the blanket but something hard. Instantly awake, I fully ope ned my eyes to see what it was beside me. "Oh my god! Who are you? What are you doing here?" I shouted, realizing this wasn't my boyfriend. That time i also realize that i'm not in my own room. I rush myself to get out of the bed, but I winced as a sharp pain shot through my abdomen. I look at the man next to me, still deeply asleep, unaffected by my loud outburst. Unsure of what to say or do
R|18 Read at your own RiskShaira’s Point of View “How is she now?” “Well, she still seems affected by the drugs you gave her! Why did you give her so much?” I pulled him closer and kissed him. He immediately kissed me back. “I only gave her a little. Maybe she’s just really weak. She’s only popular because she’s beautiful and a good actress.” I let him go and sat on the sofa. “Wow, you really seem to be in love with her. Were you hurt by what you saw earlier?” He sat next to me and leaned on my shoulder. “Why would I be hurt by something I didn’t want in the first place? You know I did this because you wanted my career to flourish. Look, you were right. Ever since she became my love team partner, the offers have been pouring in. We’ll be able to save and invest for our future quickly.” I smiled. He is Jerome Velasquez, my longtime boyfriend and soon-to-be husband. He’s the Jerome who is Yumi’s on-screen love team partner. They became a real-life couple because I told him their ch
Eumerriah’s Point of View"Jerome! Can we talk?" He looked at me with no emotion, stood up, and left. I followed him, glancing around to see if anyone noticed us. He turned to me and approached. "Are you really going to embarrass yourself?" he whispered.I looked around and saw that we were in the hotel lobby. Our movie had finished, and today was our last day of filming. I sighed and turned back to my room. It had been three weeks since I started trying to talk to him. Even though we were together every day, he only spoke to me when necessary. I understood because I knew I was wrong, but I just wanted him to listen to me. If he could understand, then great, we could fix our relationship. If not, I would understand; I just wanted to explain, but he wouldn’t give me a single second."Daddy called!" Manager Kim greeted me. "They act quickly," I replied and walked into our room."Congrats, best friend. Another movie hit this month," Shaira greeted me. "Thank you. Where have you been?" I
R|18 Eumerriah’s Point of View "Where are you right now?" "I'm at the condo. I'm about to get married, so please don't give me any work for now. This is my last chance with Jerome. For now, I'll follow what Mommy says," I replied to Manager Kim when he called. "You really love that guy, huh? Alright, just know that my agency is always open for you if you want to come back." I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. He ended the call. "H-how much is this?" I stuttered as I asked the cashier. She wouldn't recognize me because I was disguised. I wore a cap, a face mask, and a leather jacket to hide what I was buying. "135 pesos, ma’am." "Which one here is the most accurate?" I asked the pharmacist who had just arrived. "How many weeks are you?" I sighed. "I think it's been 5 weeks already, but I've only been delayed for 2 weeks. Is it possible for an accurate result to show?" "Try taking the test two or three times every morning. Don’t eat or drink anything before you use it. I
Third Person's Point of View Yumi angrily turned off her phone due to the flood of calls and messages from people close to her. "Oh? Why did you turn it off? Why don’t you face them and ask your best friend instead of taking your anger out on me!" Gabrielle, the man with her, said pointedly. Instead of replying, she just sneered. She didn't know what to say; she wasn't sure if she should believe him, but she knew deep down that the man in front of her had no reason to lie. "I'm tired. Can you take me to the nearest hotel?" Yumi asked weakly. "No." "What do you want? Should I sleep here in your car? Can't you see I’m not comfortable in my dress and position? Why don’t you just drive? Okay, fine, forget it! You stay here; I'll walk to the hotel! Jeez, you're so difficult to talk to." Yumi was about to get out of the car when Gabrielle grabbed her hand. "Are you really not thinking? Do you see yourself as an ordinary person? Haven’t you considered that if one person sees you out t