Myla was about to leave her cold and stiff husband, but he got into an accident and lost his memory. With her in laws request she choose to stay to take care of her husband until he recovers.
View MoreI dried my wet hands before answering my mother-in-law's call.
"Hello, Mom?""Dear, come to St. John's Hospital right away," she instructed as soon as I answered."Um, why, Mom?""We'll be waiting for you there. We're on our way," she abruptly ended the call providing no details, causing my anxiety to intensify.In my worry and haste, I reached for my wallet, which was resting on top of the refrigerator, without bothering to change my clothes.I felt that my mother-in-law's call held significant importance, and I hoped it wasn't delivering bad news.I hailed a taxi, and in under thirty minutes, I arrived at the hospital."Brother, what happened?" I inquired, addressing my husband's eldest sibling."It's Ivan—""What happened to him? What happened to my husband, brother?" I asked, tears streaming down my face as anxiety went through me and continued, "Where is he?""He's in the operating room; he had an accident after his car collided with a truck.""My God!" I covered my mouth and couldn't hold back my sobs.Oh, my God! I couldn't stop my legs from shaking, and I felt utterly lost. Ivan's sister hurried over to us and offered me a comforting hug.The minutes dragged on as we anxiously awaited the medical team tending to Ivan. It felt like an endless wait. After a two-hour stretch, the door to the operating room finally swung open, and we approached the doctor, exiting the room."The operation was successful, but we need to monitor him in the ICU for the next twenty-four hours."I struggled to comprehend the rest of the doctor's explanation. If the operation was successful, why did they have to transfer him to the ICU?A little while later, I visited my husband in the ICU. A wave of sympathy washed over me as I saw him surrounded by various medical devices, with his vital signs being closely monitored.They said comatose individuals can hear you, so I knew I should speak to him. I fell silent for a moment because my tears were uncontrollable. I gently held his hand and kissed the unbruised part of his forehead."Honey, please, fight, alright?" I bit my quivering lip. "You have to pull through." I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't hold back my sobs."If you wake up, I won't give you headaches anymore... I won't be jealous, and I won't argue with you anymore..."There's a word I've been wanting to tell him, but I couldn't bring myself to say it."I love you so much, Ivan. I love you immensely."Throughout the night, I kept watch over Ivan. His parents and siblings had promised to come the next day to relieve me from my vigil.Sleep eluded me as my deep concern for him triggered a torrent of thoughts. What if he's gone for good?I gently caressed his hair and gazed at him, dreading that it might be the last time I'd see his face. I committed the contours of his handsome features to memory, unsure if I'd ever have the chance to see them again.I longed for him to wake up, to return to his former self, and for me to finally fade from his life.Tears welled up once more. The mere thought of leaving his life was excruciating. It felt as though my heart, already shattered over the past year by one person.Yet, despite it all, I still loved him deeply."If you can survive, I'll set you free. I'll allow you to be with the woman you love. I know you've desired this for a long time, but I clung stubbornly to our separation," I sighed. It felt like my words were strangling me as I uttered them.I found it hard to believe that I had summoned the courage to utter those words. In the year we've spent together as a married couple, I can confidently say I've been a devoted wife. I've diligently attended to his needs, even though our relationship has never followed the conventional path of most married couples.He harbored resentment towards me, resentful that I had seemingly stripped away his freedom and shattered his dreams. It was clear that he was disgusted by our situation.Being an orphan since the age of fifteen, following my parents' tragic demise in a plane crash, I had no one else to turn to. Fortunately, Ivan's parents, who were close friends with mine, graciously took me in because none of my other relatives were willing to provide me with a home and care.The first time I laid eyes on Ivan, I couldn't help but be drawn to him, even though he was seven years my senior. He was my first crush, my initial taste of love. At the time, he was twenty-two and already overseeing the family business. However, his heart belonged to Maureen, his girlfriend, and he was completely head over heels for her.I concealed my feelings for him, even though I was aware that his parents and siblings knew about my affection for Ivan, but they never broached the subject.How did we end up as a married couple?A year ago, Ivan returned home drunk. I took care of him and helped him to his room. It was late at night, and the household staff had already retired for the evening.I undressed him to make him more comfortable, but we ultimately ended up in bed together, marking my first time. I was well aware of his intoxicated state, but my vulnerable heart yielded to his warm embraces and sweet kisses. It was a first for me.Exhausted and physically sore from our encounter, I drifted off to sleep beside him.We awoke to the voices of his parents, discovering us together. I had not intended for them to find out, but sometimes, life takes unexpected turns.At that moment, Ivan was furious with me. He accused me of taking advantage of him."You're so desperate. I hate you!" Those were the words that escaped his lips.His parents were extremely angry with what he said, and I could do nothing but cry in the corner while holding the blanket wrapped around me.That day, we promptly got married at his parents' insistence and signed the marriage contract.We moved into a separate house, and the naïve me thought we would be happy, but we weren't. Not once did he appreciate me. He never even considered me his wife, yet, treated me like a slave. Despite that, I endured it, hoping that one day he would love me.But it's been a year, and even though he doesn't express it, I haven't yet secured a place in his heart.It's still Maureen. She was still the one who held his heart.I was lazily sitting in the office when my friends arrived."If you want to know what she's up to, ask her, or better yet, investigate.""I'm not interested.""Don't deny it, Ivan. You can't hide anything from us. We can see that you're starting to care about your wife.""Your cellphone was also turned off. Was it because you're avoiding Maureen?""Well, good job!"***I got home at six in the evening, but Myla hadn't returned yet. Seated on the sofa, I silently surveyed the entire house. The pervasive quietness left me with a sense of solitude. Could this be the reason she doesn't stay here for long? She left early and was still away at this hour.I stood up, intending to go upstairs when the door opened. She was surprised to see me and mustered a forced smile."Good evening." Without asking if I had eaten, she ascended the stairs.Tsk!Feeling hungry, I decided to have dinner somewhere else. The next day, she arrived home even later."What time is it?" I asked irritably. It was alre
"You and your girlfriend always seem to be having disagreements."I glanced at my older sister, who had suddenly appeared behind me. I stood on the balcony, trying to regain composure after yet another argument with Maureen. It's always like this. It feels like just a week ago when we last fought.A sigh escaped me as I redirected my attention to the garden. I lifted the beer bottle in my hand to take a sip, deciding to remain silent. No words came to mind. What my sister said was true. It's always like this. Maureen's immaturity remains consistent; it feels as if she hasn't experienced any personal growth since we entered into a relationship years ago.Whenever we argue, I choose to ignore her because I don't want to say anything hurtful. Besides, the next day, she'll apologize to me.We're already adults, but it feels like she's still in high school, not maturing at all. But despite that, I love her. Everyone has flaws."Think about it while it's early. She's not the marrying type,
The following morning, I awoke alone in bed, unsure whether Heather had spent the night here. The neatly arranged side of my bed hinted that she might have chosen her daddy's villa instead. This is currently a concern for me. She has grown accustomed to constantly being with her father. What if Ivan needs to return to Manila for his job? My child would undoubtedly be saddened. Despite Ivan assuring that he'll stay here, I believe there will be a day when he must return for their company. "Good morning, how are you?" Lucinda inquired, having noticed my tears the previous night as she prepared breakfast. I responded with a subdued smile. "Ivan set up a tent last night. He and Heather slept in it," she informed me. That explains why my daughter didn't come up last night. I approached them at the back, the laughter of my husband and daughter filling the air as Ivan playfully tickled our child. Upon noticing my presence, they promptly got up, and Heather exclaimed, "Mommy!" "Hello, b
Ivan was still around. He had been here for several days, looking after Heather all day while I was at work. He took on the roles of both preparing breakfast and handling our dishwashing duties. "Mommy, your flowers are here!" Heather shouted excitedly from outside the house, eagerly awaiting the helicopter's landing. "Mommy!"I glanced out the window to see my daughter, a big smile lighting up her face. Ivan was by her side, both of them looking up at me. She dashed toward the helicopter as it landed. The bouquet was too large for her to manage. Ivan's assistant handed her a paper bag, likely containing a new toy or clothing item. Ivan carried the flowers and a couple of other paper bags. They were about to enter the house, heading up here to present me with the flowers. "Mommy!" I mustered a smile. "Your flowers have arrived!" For three consecutive days, a helicopter has been dropping off bouquets for me. Ivan was wasting money on this. "The flowers are beautiful, Mommy!" I
I left Ivan, and he made no effort to stop or chase after me. There was nothing he could do to change my decision. Given his past actions, did he truly believe I would entertain his proposal? It felt like I was permitting him to inflict more pain on me. He needed to understand that I was no longer the delicate wife who could empathize with him, even during moments of distress. I am no longer that person. I showered before joining Heather in bed, but despite a bit of alcohol, sleep eluded me. Frustrated, I rose to engage in some work. Reflecting on the situation, I shook my head in disbelief. Damn you, Ivan! All you ever did was play with my emotions. It would have been okay if there weren't a child involved. Even Heather, you're messing with her mind. *** I woke up to the realization that Heather was no longer beside me. Despite the throbbing pain in my head, I compelled myself to rise and tend to my child; it was already eight in the morning, and she might be hungry. After fre
Almira quickly recovered from her surprise. She returned a serious look to the man she was hiding from. Chelle, on the other hand, seemed as though she had seen a ghost while looking at Ivan's friend. I didn't know whether it was Angus, Caius, or Huxley. Ivan grabbed my attention, and I blinked in response. "What are you doing here?!" I exclaimed at him. What was his deal, suddenly showing up here? I wanted to slap some sense into him, but I refrained from revealing my bitterness, despite feeling a strong urge to vent in those moments. "You're drunk; go home," he replied calmly. His voice was gentle as if he were a patient spouse comforting an upset wife. I scowled. I didn't budge from my seat. Who was he to tell me what to do? The nerve of him! "Let's go," he invited, but I remained stubborn. I looked in another direction, arms crossed. He patiently looked at me. Why did he seem angry with me? What did I do wrong? And what was he doing here? He sighed. His face softened again
I attempted to force a smile despite the pity evident in Almira and Rachelle as they awaited our arrival. They hugged me, encouraging me not to cry, but my tears flowed uncontrollably. I felt exceptionally exposed when it came to him. Heather promptly joined Myrrh to engage in a play. "Please stay in the room, alright?" Almira instructed. She didn't want her child to go outside and be around other people. Mira, too, preferred not to interact with or be observed by others. They were in hiding, which is why their presence caught me off guard. I wouldn't have cried if they hadn't insisted on going over the events again. I was frustrated with the repetitive nature of the story, including the details of how we became a couple. They laughed when I expressed my annoyance. I knew they did it deliberately, but I’m not sure for what reason. I scowled, crossing my arms. "Let's not discuss him! It's getting on my nerves!" They burst into laughter. "That's one of the steps to move on—refusing
A few minutes of heavy silence lingered. With hesitation, I parted my lips. "O-Okay," I nodded. He sighed, affirming his decision, and gradually retreated from me until he left the room. I lost track of time as I stared at nowhere. When I finally blinked, the dampness on my cheeks revealed the silent tears. Swiftly, I wiped them away. What should I do? I contemplated for a few moments, then reached for my phone. Anxiety tightened its grip on me, prompting the need to find someone to talk to instead of surrendering to a breakdown. I refused to let weakness take over. Given the challenges I've faced, heartbreak felt like nothing more than a fleeting mosquito bite. "Hello? How are you? Are you okay?" Rachelle bombarded me with questions. I hadn't spoken to her since the incident. My life was a whirlwind of events. Kidnapped, and now Ivan was informing me about the impending annulment. I cleared my throat, gazing up at the expansive sky before uttering, "Ivan is ending things with m
I lost consciousness, and the duration eluded me. Upon regaining awareness, an unusual noise enveloped me—the resonant hum of a formidable engine. Unsure if it originated from the vessel, a more clamorous sound ensued. My eyes remained shut, shrouding me in uncertainty about my surroundings. Amidst the chaos, echoes of screams, gunfire, and an urgent call of my name reached my ears. Then, all plunged into darkness once again. Upon waking, a white ceiling and bright light greeted me. "I-Ivan?!" The man I addressed approached with concern, and tears welled up in his eyes as he saw me. "I had a bad dream," I murmured. He enveloped me in a tight hug. "Yes, love. It's just a bad dream." We are presently at the hospital. Ivan is in good condition, while there's a bag of intravenous cellulose water hanging, connected to my arm. I lost consciousness and had to undergo stitching for the wound on my cheek. The doctor mentioned that it was a deep and relatively large cut, necessitating
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