The next morning, early in the morning, Casandra had already showered, smelled nice, and dressed neatly. Today, she planned to go to the field behind her house. The field belonged to her father. Casandra wanted to see how her father had been taking good care of it. It wasn't vast, just using the remaining land.There were parts of the field planted with papaya, and others with coffee. Along the edge of the field, many sengon trees grew, reaching the height of an adult person.This field was the only inheritance left by Casandra's grandfather. Her father had been taking care of it all this time, even without any help, even when he was sick."Wow, the papayas will be ready for harvest soon," Casandra said with shining eyes as she entered the field wearing her boots. Casandra purposely wore them to avoid the danger of snakes and other harmful creatures.Casandra had never encountered snakes in the field, but her father always reminded her to wear boots whenever she went there. No one kno
Maxime grabbed Cesilia's hand, halting her steps toward the changing room. She initially said she wanted to go to the bathroom but disappeared for over two hours.Of course, Maxime didn't accept this as Cesilia daringly left without his permission. "I've already told you not to leave this place without my consent. Wherever you go, you must ask for permission first, or you will regret it later," Maxime said firmly. His grip tightened as Cesilia remained silent, not responding or brushing off his words as she usually did.This left Maxime somewhat confused by Cesilia's response. "Wait...""What?" Cesilia rolled her eyes lazily. "Being silent is wrong, arguing is wrong, so what do you want?" she said, gazing at Maxime with sad and tired eyes."Have you been crying?" Maxime guided Cesilia to sit on a nearby sofa."No, I'm fine. It's better not to interfere too much in my private affairs if you're still stubborn with your ego," Cesilia replied."I know, but you should explain what happened
However, without any sense of guilt, Casandra came with a suitcase. Her body was slightly wet from braving the rain."You can't talk at all!" Alexander snapped just as Casandra stepped into the room. He stood with his arms folded, glaring at the confused Casandra.Suddenly scolded without knowing what she did wrong, Casandra felt it was excessive anger displayed by Alexander. Nevertheless, it was effective in making her brain work hard, trying to figure out what had made her husband so angry."When your husband speaks, you listen!" Alexander approached, and Casandra reflexively moved backward."I warn you, this is the last time you defy what I say."Closing the distance between them, Casandra kept moving back to avoid touching him since the bedroom wall was already against her back. But she couldn't escape now."S-sorry, Sir," Casandra murmured, barely audibl
Not Cesilia, but Casandra is now in his embrace, seen by Alexander when he felt the cold air piercing his skin. The more the clock ticked, the colder the temperature became. The thin blanket they used couldn't warm their bodies enough, so Alexander was disturbed from his sleep.And when he opened his eyes, he saw Casandra's figure. Alexander propped himself on his elbow, with half of his body still on top of Casandra, so the parts of their skin touching felt warm.Unlike the back which was brushed by the cold air, making Alexander shiver, yearning for warmth.For several seconds, Alexander tried to resist the urge to touch Casandra for the second time as he didn't want to disturb her sleep. However, the memories of their lovemaking a few hours ago only made Alexander harder, and it slightly disturbed Casandra. When her thighs felt something poking.Alexander quickly rubbed Casandra's head to lull her back to sleep. But he couldn't resist when he saw Casan
As a husband, Alexander wanted to defend Casandra, who was truly blameless in all of this. He had accepted Cesilia's offer because he needed money for her father's treatment, her siblings' education, and their living expenses, which would undoubtedly increase over time. However, it needs to be emphasized once again that Casandra never begged or offered herself. Cesilia herself asked, even begged, as if forcing Casandra to be Alexander's second wife. So it's not fair for Casandra to be blamed.Alexander was right; Cesilia should reconsider and improve herself so she wouldn't be fully replaced by her own maid."So, have you made up your mind to make Casandra your wife? That means there won't be a divorce between you two in two years?" Cesilia asked softly, barely audible as her heart was so tight, imagining that she would always be together with Casandra as Alexander's wife. That meant she would have a mistress for the rest of her life."I don't know; it depends on your attitude towards
Cesilia didn't like Maxime touching her like this. The dress she wore exposed her smooth shoulders, and Maxime left warm, wet marks on them, in front of some crew members who were still passing by the dressing room.Maxime chuckled, "I wasn't eavesdropping. I just happened to overhear. Turned Cesilia's body to face him. "Darling, I want you. Let's go to a hotel or back to the house." He lifted Cesilia's chin with his index finger.Cesilia shook her head, pushing away Maxime's hand. "I'm tired, Maxime. You just did it a while ago, and now you want it again? We just arrived, and I want to work.""Of course. If necessary, we can do it every hour, every minute, every second." He closed the gap between them. "I've told you, your body is intoxicating, Darling."He was about to kiss Cesilia, but she quickly evaded him as one of the crew members entered."This is the place...""Please knock on the door before entering. Don't just barge in like this if you still want to work here!" Maxime cut
"Lex," Casandra whispered, quite startled as Alexander suddenly entered the room and lay down beside her, hugging her tightly."What happened outside that made you like this? Did some annoying neighbor bother you again?" Alexander shook his head. "Forgive me.""Forgive you for what?" Casandra asked, puzzled. She drew back and looked into Alexander's eyes, swearing that she didn't understand the direction of his words.Alexander sighed, leaning on his elbow, still gazing at Casandra. "I always belittled you with my hurtful words. Remember when you..."Casandra covered Alexander's mouth with her hand. "Enough, I don't want to discuss all of that. Let bygones be bygones. I want to look to the future with you, Lex. Don't bring up everything, as I never remember anything you did in the past.""But, Cas...""No 'buts.' I promise you, I've forgotten all of it, Lex." She sat up. "Now tell me, what's going on? What made you come here and apologize to me?"Alexander hugged Casandra's waist, bur
While Casandra was carrying out her daily activities in the village, such as washing cooking utensils, dirty dishes, and clothes in a nearby river, the women and girls of the village gathered there to chat and wash their belongings.At first, Alexander didn't allow her to join them because he didn't want to be left alone. However, when he wanted to join, Casandra stopped him, as there were no men present at the river.All the men in the village were busy in the fields or rice paddies. Besides, a worker named Robert had come to renovate their house and entrusted the building materials to a knowledgeable local.As a result, Alexander sat quietly at home, supervising and giving instructions on their tasks. While he was sitting on the terrace, a man approached.Alexander sighed heavily, welcoming the man who turned out to be Yones. Yones looked well-dressed in jeans and a tucked-in shirt, with neatly sty
Alexander didn't expect that his morning decision to stay at home was a sign from the universe for him to be there to support Casandra before giving birth. However, Casandra refused his offer, fearing that his work might be disrupted because of her. And now, Casandra was crying in fear of facing childbirth alone, only accompanied by Yasmin and Frans.While Yasmin was trying to comfort Casandra, she found herself reluctant to leave the house due to her persistent headaches in recent days. Feeling irritable, she didn't even want to face anyone, including Frans. Luckily, her understanding husband didn't make a fuss about it, and he was now accompanying Casandra, although not in the delivery room. He was waiting outside, also trying to contact Alexander to inquire about his whereabouts.In the delivery room, Yasmin continued to grumble at Casandra, not being pleased that she had to be the one accompanying her sister. Yasmin's bad mood even extended to Frans, and she was making a scene in
Despite feeling a slight pang of pity for his father in his heart, Maxime tried to strengthen himself to not give in just because of his father's tears. Even though the investigation results indicated that his father was manipulated by his secretary and there was no true intention to eliminate him, Maxime was still disappointed. His father chose to follow his secretary's desires instead of fighting for his own son's life, to give him the push to survive. This anger fueled Maxime's determination, and he refused to forgive Tomas or withdraw the charges. He proceeded through numerous court sessions, awaiting the verdict that would determine how long Tomas would spend in prison for his actions.Nevertheless, Maxime continued with his wedding plans with Cesilia after she obtained a new status from William. In the eyes of others, Cesilia might be a widow twice over, but in Maxime's eyes, she was still his for the first time.Cesilia and Maxime's wedding took place simultaneously with the we
"It's been quite a while, and I can see there's been no progress at all. Even the health reports give me a headache," Tomas said, tossing the documents that Cesilia handed him.The documents contained numerous lies to make Tomas believe that Maxime's condition hadn't changed at all."Yes, what can I do? Maxime has been treated with whatever funds I could spare from my limited savings. Naturally, that's the best result we can achieve. But at least I'm fighting for Maxime's life, even though I don't have the ability for it. You should be ashamed that you can't fight for your own son and instead hope he dies at such a young age," Cesilia jabbed at Tomas, who persisted in wanting to end Maxime's life despite Cesilia's efforts to save him."Rather than struggling like this, it's better to live your life with William. Your life would be much better and peaceful. You don't need to care for an ailing man like my son.""Your son, you say, yet you've never once given me a chance to live after w
If only Robert hadn't met Cesilia and Tiara a few days ago, he would have been genuinely shocked now as Frans and Alexander suddenly invited him to a meeting room that was usually used for discussing business agreements.But here they were, sitting face to face, Robert appearing to sigh heavily several times, as if he was attending a trial about his life. He had a feeling today marked the end of any chance he had with Yasmin. Today, he had to let go of all his dreams, which were now being taken over by Frans."We don't need to beat around the bush or prolong this. I want to discuss something that our friend has been keeping from us," Alexander started the conversation."This is quite surprising, but that's the reality. The relationship you've been yearning for has actually been happening between Frans and Yasmin," Alexander carefully conveyed the news, but soon his eyebrows furrowed as he observed Robert's response.Robert remained silent, his expression flat, and he tapped his finger
Before meeting Alexander at his office, Frans managed to have lunch with Yasmin at a cafe near her campus. After lunch, he proceeded to Cesilia's residence to check on Maxime's condition.Maxime's progress had been quite remarkable, even though he couldn't engage in too much physical activity yet. Cesilia was already grateful for Maxime's current condition. He could sit up and move his limbs, although he still felt weak and experienced some discomfort when moving.Despite his condition, Cesilia was thankful that she could hold Maxime in her arms again. However, every time Tomas visited, Maxime would lie down as if only his eyelids could move. Several times, Tomas tried to persuade Cesilia to let Maxime go and seriously consider marrying William.But Cesilia remained adamant against Tomas's suggestion and would often berate him for even suggesting such a thing. She accused him of being heartless, willing to sacrifice their son's life for a sum of money that would be spent within a few
Casandra folded her arms across her chest and stared at Yasmin from head to toe. Naturally, Yasmin didn't understand what to do or say after Casandra had suddenly asked her to talk, especially since she and Frans had just finished kissing. She was now haunted by fear."Now tell me, what kind of relationship do you have with Frans?" Casandra asked once her emotions had calmed a bit."There's nothing between me and Frans, sis.""Are you sure there's absolutely nothing between you and Frans?"Yasmin attempted to maintain her composure, even though her head felt heavy as she did so. But to hide her relationship with Frans, she still went along with it."If there really is nothing between you and Frans, then whether you like it or not, you'll have to accept Robert's proposal."Casandra averted her gaze elsewhere, anywhere but at Yasmin."Why all of a sudden, sis? Asking me to accept Robert's proposal. What's going on? Didn't I already tell you I would never accept that guy's proposal?""It
Perhaps about two weeks had passed since Frans accompanied Yasmin for shopping. Yasmin had also started attending classes. An unusual feeling began to arise in Alexander and Cassandra's hearts. Why? Because Yasmin always returned home with Frans. Their excuse was that they accidentally bumped into each other on the street, even though as far as Alexander knew, the hospital where Frans worked was in the opposite direction from Yasmin's campus. Even their visits to Maxime's house had this same pattern. The oddness intensified when Alexander checked his bank account transactions. He looked at the dates and times when Yasmin went shopping with Frans. Alexander clearly remembered that on that day, Yasmin came home with a lot of shopping bags, but when he looked at his bank account, there was no expenditure recorded for that day. This meant Yasmin didn't use the debit card he had given her. So, whose money did Yasmin use for shopping?Placing his phone on the nightstand, Alexander glanced
Frans immediately reached out his hand to the woman and kissed the back of her hand."Mother, let me introduce you to Yasmin, my girlfriend.""Girlfriend?" the middle-aged woman repeated, observing Yasmin from head to toe. "Frans, you're not joking, right? Is this really your girlfriend? Whose niece did you pay to pretend to be your girlfriend?""Mother...," Frans interjected. "Please don't let your teasing strain our relationship.""Well, come on, she's so young and beautiful, she surely wouldn't be interested in a widower like you.""Mom," Frans cautioned again, and the middle-aged woman rubbed her temple."Get to know Mother first. My name is Tiara, Frans' mother.""Yasmin." She extended her hand to introduce herself, not forgetting to kiss the back of the middle-aged woman's hand."Don't listen to Mother. It's all just playful banter," Frans said, lightening the mood.However, Yasmin was already too scared to face the woman. Sensing Yasmin's nervousness, Tiara immediately embraced
"Where are we going first, to find clothes or books?" Frans parked his car in the mall parking lot."Let's look for books first, Frans. So that later we can just focus on finding clothes. I think I don't need many clothes; I still have so many in my closet. The first time I came here, my sister suggested online shopping.""Alright, books it is then." Frans helped Yasmin unfasten her seatbelt, and they both got out of the car together. Just like usual, they walked side by side, holding hands, as they explored the various stores in the mall.Yasmin seemed enthusiastic about choosing all the supplies she would need for her upcoming college. Patiently, Frans followed behind, observing Yasmin as she carefully selected each item."Which one is better?" Yasmin asked, handing over two larger-sized books."Which one?" Frans asked, puzzled, as he didn't see anything particularly special about those books. To him, a book was used for writing, and there was no difference."Isn't the cover nice? D