Upon arriving at the event venue, Alexander was immediately greeted by a middle-aged man who had just formed a partnership with him."Let's go inside," said the man, Tomas, as he often referred to himself. "Oh, wait, who is this girl? I already know this one, he's Robert. But who is this beautiful girl?"Alexander and Casandra exchanged glances."This is my girlfriend, sir!" Robert said before Alexander could respond. "Allow me to introduce her, sir. Her name is Casandra. Cas, this is Mr. Tomas."Casandra nodded, clasping her hands in front of her chest."Casandra, sir," she replied politely."Tomas, just call me Mr. Tomas," Tomas replied. "You are very beautiful and sweet. If only you weren't Robert's girlfriend, I would have matched you with my son Maxime."The man chuckled slightly. "Don't take my words to heart, Bert," he said, patting Robert's shoulder. "Alright, you two go straight to the backyard, where young couples relax. I'll take Alexander upstairs; there's something import
"Wait here, Miss. I'll go to the car first. Usually, there are spare clothes for Alexander in the car," Robert said as he was about to leave, but he stopped when Casandra grabbed the edge of his jacket."No need.""Huh, why not? You're wet. Soaked, in fact.""Don't worry about me. Everything will be fine.""But, Miss!"Robert clenched his fists, frustrated by Casandra's refusal. If he continued to let her stand by the edge of the swimming pool, soaking wet, there were only two possible outcomes: catching a cold or getting a fever."No need to give me extra attention. I don't deserve it.""Ugh, Miss, this is so strange. I'm treating you like a living being, not giving you special attention. If you were a chair or a table, I would just leave you alone. Whether it's raining or hot, wet or diving into a whale pond, I wouldn't care at all."Casandra took a deep breath. "Please help me to the car. I'll just sit there."Robert shook his head. "No. If you sit there in this wet condition, then
Alexander sat in the corner of the living room, observing the interaction between Casandra and her mother. The two of them looked more like mother and daughter rather than mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. They appeared familiar and engaged in a warm conversation, unlike when Meri spoke with Cesilia. The two of them seemed more like enemies than in-laws."Now, tell Mama what happened that made you come back home all soaked like this," Meri spoke to Casandra, but her gaze was directed at Alexander."I was just looking around the backyard. Accidentally, I fell into the swimming pool because I was too focused on the decorations there. I didn't realize my feet touched the pool water, and I fell," Casandra explained."Is that true?" Casandra nodded."Then where was Alexander when you fell?" Meri asked, her gaze sharpening. She clasped her hands together, trying to suppress the mix of nervousness and fear."Alexander..." Casandra paused. She squeezed her hands, trying to dispel the anxiety
Don't expect Casandra to wake up in Alexander's embrace. Smiling to herself, she felt pleased that she had finally conquered her husband's hardened heart. But remember, that scenario doesn't exist here because Alexander is not a man with a gentle and loving heart.He is stubborn, selfish, and devoid of compassion ever since Cesilia ignored him. That's why when Casandra woke up due to the sound of knocking and excitement outside the room, the first thing she saw was the folded laptop, an inactive computer, and a pile of papers, just as they were before she closed her eyes.Swearing to anything, her waist felt sore from sleeping in a sitting position. Her body also felt achy, experiencing chills and feverishness from not using a blanket. She was drenched last night.She should be sleeping under a blanket, not in the cold AC room."Alexander, Lex, Casandra! Wake up, Mama wants to talk. Mama wants to hear the story from both of you. Come on, wake up, and let's have breakfast!"That's roug
As Alexander busily paces back and forth, Casandra sits cross-legged on the bed, observing him. She is unsure of what to do. She doesn't even consider speaking to Alexander since they never exchange words, except for important matters. Casandra doesn't want to hurt herself by engaging in a conversation with Alexander, as he would only belittle her.Instead of getting hurt, it's better to stay silent, right?"Now you call Mama!" Alexander approaches Casandra. "Tell her I'm done."Casandra's face lifts up. "But, Sir...""But what? Don't you want to? Whether you like it or not, you have to, so I can get out of here! As you know, my life is filled with work, unlike you, a village girl with nothing, let alone a future.""Yes, Sir, yes. I know I'm just a village girl with no future and a high unemployment rate. But that's not the issue. If I call Mrs. Meri here, I'll be questioned again, Sir. Do you want to be scolded again? I'm tired, Sir. You get scolded by Mrs. Meri, but I'm the one blam
"I wonder why Maxime called Cecilia, causing her to be unable to refuse answering the incoming call from Alexander. Countless times he tried to reach her, from voice calls to text messages, and now a video call. He was extremely worried about his wife's condition as she hadn't provided any definite updates."Hi, honey," greeted Cecilia, waving her hand in front of the camera. Her eyes looked puffy due to lack of sleep, and she hadn't cleaned herself up since arriving in Bali.Alexander raised an eyebrow as he observed Cecilia, whose hair was disheveled, her face swollen, and her eyes showing signs of exhaustion. She didn't look like her usual self."Did you just wake up?"Cecilia nodded."Yes, I'm exhausted. I haven't slept at all. And when I finally woke up, this is how late it is," Cecilia chuckled slightly, hiding Maxime's presence as he still held her slim waist."Oh, I thought something happened to you. I haven't heard from you at all since yesterday. I miss you," Alexander said,
"I beg you, please don't do this, Ma.""Don't? It's easy for you to say that. You're still young, with a long future ahead of you. But Mama? Mama is old, ailing, and has been waiting for six years without any answers. You always keep delaying things just for the sake of a name and fame. What's wrong with Mama wanting that?" Meri looked at Alexander.She was truly heartbroken for being played for these past six years, especially when Alexander and Cesilia had already promised and kept dragging it out. If only Alexander had a sibling, then Meri wouldn't have made an issue out of all this.And those promises, one after another, had all disappeared, vanished into thin air."Okay, tell me what I should do so that Mama won't be angry. So that Mama won't be like this."Meri shook her head. "There's nothing you should do because Mama realizes that Cesilia means more to you than Mama does.""Don't say that, Ma. Mama and Cesilia both mean a lot to me," Alexander argued."But that's the reality,
During their time in Bali, they would stay in a spacious room with a dividing door between the living area and the bed. This meant that Alexander could sleep separately. And that meant there was still some leniency for both of them before they decided to fulfill Meri's dream of having a grandchild."I'll stay here. Sir, please sleep in that room," Cassandra arranged, motioning for Alexander to sleep in the living room.Alexander didn't respond, but he quickly dragged his suitcase into the bedroom, leaving Cassandra alone in the living room.The girl shrugged her shoulders, already convinced that this was the response she would receive from Alexander. Whether she liked it or not, she would accept all of Alexander's flaws as his lawful wife.Once Alexander entered his room, Cassandra hurriedly checked her suitcase, searching for a change of clothes before Alexander came out. Her plan was to ask for permission to use the bathroom.She wanted to change her clothes, but when Cassandra open
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