If she hadn’t seen him drunk out of his mind just a few hours ago, she never would’ve guessed he had been drinking all night. He had already taken a shower, his hair neatly styled, his suit impeccable. The only sign of his hangover was the faint crease between his brows, a sign of the headache he was surely battling.
Seeing him, Lara hesitated. She didn't know how to act around him after what had happened. Just looking at him brought back the unbearable pain from last night. She wanted to confront him. Who is Riah? Do you truly love her? Do you still meet her? Her heart screamed for answers, but her mind held her back. She knew better than to ask. Confronting him wouldn’t change anything—it would only push him further away, maybe even give him another reason to hurt her. So she did what she always did. She forced a smile. “G-Good morning, honey,” she greeted, her voice soft yet uncertain. Lucas barely spared her a glance. His gaze remained indifferent as he walked past her, heading for the coffee machine. Lara’s smile faltered, but she quickly recovered. “I already made you coffee,” she said quickly, turning to face him. “And I made some hangover soup.” Lucas paused, his eyes flickering toward the dining table. “I know you have a hangover. Just eat what I made. I didn’t put poison in it, if that’s what you’re worried about,” she added, attempting to lighten the mood, though the bitterness in her voice was hard to hide. For a moment, he looked like he was debating whether to listen to her or not. But after a few seconds, without a word, he walked toward the table and sat down. Lara’s lips curled into a small, relieved smile. She immediately moved to serve him, scooping a portion of soup into a bowl and placing it in front of him. She then poured his coffee, watching as he silently started eating. It was rare to see him eat the food she made, even rarer to share a meal together like this. Lara sat across from him, her own breakfast untouched as she stole glances at him. Her mother’s call from yesterday lingered in her mind. She debated how to bring up the matter. She knew Lucas wouldn't like the idea. But she had to convince him. After a moment, she gathered the courage to speak. Lara cleared her throat. “Are you free this weekend?” she asked carefully. Lucas didn’t even look up. “No.” She bit her lip. She had expected that response, but she had no choice but to push further. “Could you possibly make some time?” she pressed. “My mom called yesterday… she wants us to visit this weekend.” “Tell her I’m busy,” he said flatly. “I did,” she admitted. “But she insisted. She says it’s been a while, and she really wants to see you.” Lucas’ hand tightened around his spoon. He clearly wasn’t fond of the idea. Lara understood why. Lucas and her father had never gotten along. Initially, her father had admired Lucas—his intelligence, his success, his ability to handle business with such sharp precision. When the arranged marriage was first proposed, her father thought it was a good idea. He had believed that Lucas would be the perfect husband for his daughter. But after the wedding, it didn’t take long for him to see the truth. Lucas was cold, distant, and completely indifferent toward her. Seeing his daughter suffer in a loveless marriage, her father’s admiration for Lucas turned into resentment. Two years ago, he had even asked Lara if she wanted to annul the marriage. He told her that their companies had already benefited enough from the deal, that she could leave if she wanted to. But she refused. Because despite everything, she still loved Lucas. And because of that, her father had no choice but to let her stay in this one-sided marriage. Lara lowered her gaze. “I’m sorry you have to do this,” she said softly. “Mom’s just really stubborn. I can’t say no to her.” Lucas exhaled, rubbing his temple as if debating whether it was worth the trouble. Then, finally, he spoke. “One hour.” Lara’s head snapped up. “What?” “I’ll go with you this Saturday,” he repeated, his tone bored. “But I’ll only stay for one hour. That should be enough.” Her lips parted in surprise. She hadn’t expected him to agree. Even if it was only for an hour, it was more than she had hoped for. A genuine smile broke across her face. “Yes, that’s fine. Thank you, hon.” Lucas didn’t respond. He simply finished his soup and coffee, stood up, and walked away without so much as a goodbye. Lara stared after him, feeling the familiar ache in her chest. But she didn’t let it bother her. She was already happy enough that he had agreed to go with her. Even if it was just an hour, even if it was only for appearances, he was willing to go with her. That small, fleeting act of compromise was enough to momentarily fill the cracks in her already broken heart. She finished her breakfast in silence before cleaning up the dishes. Afterward, she returned to her room to get ready for work. She curled her hair, applied light makeup, and put on her uniform. And when she walked out the door, she did so with a smile—like she hadn’t spent the early hours of the morning crying over a husband who would never love her back.Saturday arrived quicker than Lara anticipated. The past few days had flown by in a blur, with her mind preoccupied by the school’s English Month event. The busy schedule served as a temporary distraction, allowing her to momentarily push aside the haunting memory of Lucas calling out another woman's name in his drunken state. But just because she was distracted didn't mean she had forgotten. The wound was still fresh, buried beneath layers of denial and forced smiles.She hadn't seen much of Lucas since that morning. He would come home late—long after she had fallen asleep—and leave early in the morning before she could even catch a glimpse of him. The small voice in the back of her mind whispered cruel suspicions—was he meeting Riah? Was that where he spent those long hours away? She knew she was overthinking, maybe even being paranoid, but the thought gnawed at her relentlessly. She didn't want to doubt him. But how could she not when he had already broken her heart without even r
After finishing breakfast, Lara went back to her room to get ready.She stood before her wardrobe, scanning the hangers before settling on a delicate blue mid-length dress adorned with a ditsy floral pattern. The fabric hugged her figure before flowing just below her knees, giving her a casual yet elegant vibe. The V-neckline, accentuated by black piping, added a subtle charm, while the short sleeves gave the dress a soft, feminine touch.She paired it with sleek black open-toed heels that wrapped delicately around her ankles, adding just the right amount of height.She decided to wear her hair down, curling the tips slightly for soft waves. A touch of light makeup—just enough to brighten her complexion—completed the look. Finally, she put on small gold earrings and stepped back to examine herself in the mirror. Satisfied, she grabbed her black handbag and headed downstairs to wait for Lucas.As she walked down the staircase, she fished her phone out of her bag, intending to text Luca
As they stepped inside, the scent of home-cooked meals filled the air. The house hadn’t changed—same warm, inviting ambiance, the faint floral scent her mother always loved, and the sound of a television playing in the background.“Lara, sweetheart!”Her mother’s excited voice pulled her from her thoughts. In a heartbeat, her mother, Emilia, rushed toward her, enveloping her in a warm embrace.“I missed you, darling. You don’t visit enough,” her mother said, pulling away to cup her face.“I know, Mom. I’m sorry.”As soon as her mother released her, she turned to Lucas, her expression filled with warmth.“And my handsome son-in-law,” Emilia beamed before pulling Lucas into an embrace as well.Lucas visibly stiffened, clearly unprepared for the gesture. Lara almost laughed at the rare sight. But, he quickly composed himself, managing a small, polite smile.“Thank you for having me,” Lucas said.“Oh, come now, you don’t have to be so formal,” Emilia scolded playfully, waving her hand. “Y
She turned to Lucas, but his expression remained unreadable. Was he… actually agreeing with her father?Manuel, clearly not expecting that response, grunted before returning to his food, while Emilia smiled, pleased.They continued eating, with her mother filling the silence with small talk. “I’m really happy you two visited. The house has been too quiet lately. Your brother is rarely home with his busy schedule. I miss having life in this house.”Lara smiled, but before she could respond, her mother’s next words made her stomach drop.“It would be nice to have little feet running around again.” she mused.Lara almost choked on her food.She knew it. She knew her mother wouldn’t let this visit pass without bringing up this topic.She stole a glance at Lucas and found that he, too, seemed slightly taken aback.Emilia raised a brow, feigning innocence. “What? I’m just saying.” Then, she smiled, eyes glinting mischievously. “But honestly, I’d love it if it became reality. When are you tw
For the rest of the meal, Lara focused on eating, forcing herself to ignore the warmth that had briefly settled in her chest. It was dangerous—this fleeting, foolish hope. She reminded herself over and over: It wasn’t real. It was never real.Her mother continued chatting happily, occasionally directing questions at Lucas, while Lara’s father remained quiet, eating in his usual composed manner. Lucas barely responded beyond polite nods, but that didn’t seem to dampen her mother’s enthusiasm. Lara, on the other hand, felt like she was just going through the motions, her body present but her heart elsewhere.She barely tasted the food. She wasn’t even sure if she was full, but she forced herself to swallow bite after bite, anything to keep her emotions at bay.When the meal ended, they moved back to the living room. Her father, uninterested in conversation, pulled out his iPod and leaned back in his chair, paying them little attention. Her mother, on the other hand, looked content, chat
She stepped back inside the house, closing the door softly behind her. She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering heaviness in her chest. Her parents were still in the living room, sitting together on the couch. Her mother was leaning against her father, watching something on his iPod, her expression one of amusement. Her father, looked more focused, occasionally adjusting his glasses as he scrolled through the screen. Sensing her presence, her mother looked up. “Lucas already left?” she asked. Lara nodded, forcing a small smile. “Yeah. He just left.” Her mother sighed, shaking her head. “I wish he could’ve stayed longer. But of course, it’s always about the company.” She frowned slightly before adding, “It reminds me of before—when your father used to do the same thing.” At that, her father scoffed, setting his iPod down as he turned to his wife. “Don’t compare me to that man. I knew how to make time for my family.” Lara’s mother rolled her eyes. “Oh, pleas
The hot water felt soothing against her skin, washing away the exhaustion of the day. As she let the steam envelop her, she found herself thinking about Lucas again—about the way he had coldly reminded her not to get the wrong idea, how he left without a second glance. She knew she shouldn’t care. She knew she had no right to expect anything from him. And yet, the familiar sting in her chest reminded her that some wounds weren’t so easy to ignore.Pushing those thoughts aside, she finished her shower, changed into her fresh clothes, and towel-dried her hair. Then, she climbed onto her bed, leaning back against the headboard with a sigh.Reaching for her phone, she unlocked the screen and absentmindedly opened Instagram.Her fingers hesitated for a second before typing a familiar name into the search bar. Eievan Duke Sandejas.It had been a while since she last checked his account. She used to visit it from time to time, just to see how he was doing, but life had gotten too busy lately
After dinner and some lighthearted chatting with her family, Lara returned to her room.She lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, willing sleep to take over. But sleep refused to come. It wasn’t surprising—she had already taken a long nap earlier in the afternoon.With a sigh, she sat up and ran a hand through her hair. Might as well get something to drink.She made her way downstairs, padding softly toward the kitchen. As she entered, she paused, surprised to find Levi sitting at the counter, lazily swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand.He glanced up at her arrival and smirked. “Can’t sleep?”Lara walked closer, leaning against the counter. “Nope. You?”Levi chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. “Guess we’re both night owls tonight.” He then raised an eyebrow. “Wanna join me?”Lara considered it for a moment before pulling out the stool next to him. “Sure. Why not?”Levi stood up, grabbing another glass from the shelf. He held up the bottle of whiskey and gave her a teasing look.
The rest of breakfast passed with shallow conversation. Evelyn and Lily chatted about upcoming travel plans while Lara nodded politely, responding when needed, but mostly stayed quiet. Her mind was miles away.When the meal ended, she stood up and politely addressed the family.“Thank you for the breakfast, Mom, Dad. But I think I should be heading home.”“Oh, why so soon?” Evelyn frowned, touching her arm gently. “Can’t you and Lucas stay a bit longer? It’s so rare that we have you both here.”Lara’s expression softened. “I’m really sorry, Mom,” she said gently. “I have some work I need to get back to. Maybe next time.”The words tasted bitter as she said them. She hated lying—especially to them. Evelyn and Arthur had always treated her with kindness. They didn’t deserve this. But what could she say? That there wouldn’t be a next time? That their son and his wife were soon be annulled?No. Not today.Evelyn’s disappointment flickered in her eyes, but she gave a small nod. “All right.
Lara made her way to one of the guest rooms down the hall. As soon as she closed the door behind her, the numbness cracked, letting the ache crawl back in. She sat on the edge of the bed, then laid down, staring at the ceiling. It’s over, she thought. It’s finally over.She had said the words that needed to be said. She had chosen herself. She should’ve felt victorious—free. And in a way, she did. But freedom, she was learning, could feel a lot like grief.Her chest felt hollow. Not because she regretted it—but because it still hurt. Despite everything Lucas had done, despite the way she had been treated, she had still fought to keep the marriage alive, and now, it was slipping through her fingers. The reality of it was almost too much to bear. She could feel the rawness of the grief bubbling up, and before she knew it, tears were streaming down her cheeks.Her heart wept—not for Lucas, but for herself, for the woman she had been all these years—fighting for a love that would never
Lucas just stood there, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his posture tense. His usual cold, impassive mask was cracking, but Lara didn’t care to decipher the emotions beneath it. She had already made her decision. This wasn’t for him—it was for herself.A few moments passed before Lucas finally spoke. “Lara...” His voice was quieter than she expected, almost hesitant. “You don’t mean that.”Lara stared at him, disbelief etched across her face.What’s this? Why was he acting like this? Wasn’t this what he wanted all along? Didn't he spend years tormenting her—making it clear that he never wanted this marriage—just so she’d give up? And now that she’s finally giving him his freedom, he’s acting like this isn’t what he wanted?What kind of bullshit is this?Don’t read into this, Lara. Her mind warned. Don’t let him confuse you. He’s just probably making sure that you’re serious. This is a game. Don’t fall for it.A bitter smile curled on her lips. “I do mean it, Lucas,” she sa
Lara’s words hung heavily in the air, thick with finality. Lucas didn’t move, didn’t speak—he just stood there, staring at her as if she had spoken a foreign language he couldn’t comprehend.“What?” His voice was hoarse, almost disbelieving.Lara exhaled, a small, sad smile on her lips. “I’m giving you what you want, Lucas. I’m setting you free.”Lucas shook his head slightly, his brows furrowing. “Lara, you’re drunk. Let’s finish this conversation tomorrow.” His voice was low, cautious, almost… avoiding.“No.” Lara met his gaze with unwavering resolve. “I’m completely sober, Lucas.”Silence stretched between them.“I’ve finally come to terms with reality,” she continued, voice steadier now. “There’s no fixing this marriage. I can’t keep holding on to you just because I love you when you’re longing for someone else.” Her heart clenched. “I don’t want to be in pain anymore.” Her admission came out in a whisper, raw and fragile.Lucas’ throat bobbed, his jaw tightening, but he remained
Once they were away from prying eyes, she finally gathered the courage to glare up at him. “You can put me down now. No one’s watching.” she muttered. Lucas didn’t listen. Instead, he carried her all the way upstairs, straight to his room. Only then did he finally set her down on the bed. Lara immediately scooted away, putting distance between them. “Thanks. You can leave now.” Silence. For a moment, she thought he would simply walk out. But instead, his voice broke through the quiet. “Are you feeling okay?” Lara almost scoffed. Of all the things he could ask, he chose that? She lifted her gaze to him, searching his face for any trace of sincerity. But she couldn’t find it. Was this still part of his act? Did he actually care… or was he just pretending again? A bitter laugh escaped her lips as she shook her head. “Why are you asking, Lucas?” she said, voice laced with quiet pain. “It’s not like you actually care.” Lucas’ jaw tightened. He didn’t answer, but the flicker in
The party was an intimate affair, filled with close family and friends. Lara was pleasantly surprised to find her own parents there, already seated at one of the tables. She made her way toward them, settling beside her mother, while Lucas followed suit, taking the seat beside her, but they barely spoke. It was easy enough to avoid each other with so many people around, and for that, Lara was grateful.And despite the ache in her chest, she found herself enjoying the celebration. The simple gathering, the laughter, the casual conversations—it was nice.At some point, Lily dragged her away to join their cousins and friends at a separate table. The group was lively, taking turns singing karaoke and clinking their glasses together in celebration.“You’re drinking with us tonight,” Lily declared with a mischievous grin.Lara hesitated. “I don’t think—”“Please, Ate Lara. Just one drink!”Lara had really no intention of drinking, but after much persuasion from Lily and the others, she fina
As Lara stepped outside, she made sure to lock both the main door and the gate. When she turned, she found Lucas standing beside his car, his hands in his pockets.She hesitated for a moment.Why was he just standing there?Lucas had never waited for her before. Had never once shown any concern about whether she got in the car first or not. Usually, he would already be seated inside, engine running, as if eager to be anywhere but near her.Brushing the thought aside, Lara reached for the passenger door handle. Just as her fingers curled around it, another hand landed on the handle at the same time. The unexpected contact sent an involuntary jolt through her, and for a moment, she stilled. She looked up at him, her brows knitting together in confusion.What is he doing?Lucas met her gaze, something unreadable flashing in his dark eyes before he silently withdrew his hand. It was as if he had been about to open the door for her.Lara swallowed the lump in her throat, composing herself.
The day passed by in a blur, and before Lara knew it, Friday had arrived.She was in the faculty room, gathering her things after her last class, when her phone buzzed with a message.Lucas: I’ll pick you up at 6.She stared at the screen for a moment, then locked her phone without responding. What was the point? He was merely informing her, not asking. There was no room for discussion.“Heading home already?” one of her co-teachers asked as she slung her bag over her shoulder.“Yeah, I have an event to go to tonight.” she said, managing a small smile. “I'll see you all on Monday. Have a good weekend.”They exchanged quick goodbyes before she made her way to the parking lot, sliding into her car and driving home.As soon as she arrived, she headed straight to her bedroom. The dress she had set aside that morning hung neatly inside her closet. She reached for it and let out a slow breath.Tonight was going to be difficult.She pushed the thought aside and slipped into the dress—a simpl
Lara drove home in a daze, her grip on the steering wheel weak, her mind clouded with thoughts she couldn’t silence. The pain still lingered like a fresh wound, throbbing in her chest with every breath. By the time she pulled into the driveway, exhaustion had settled deep in her bones, her face still damp from the silent tears she had shed during the drive. Her eyes were swollen, her heart heavy.That night, she made a decision.She wouldn’t run anymore. She wouldn’t stay silent.For so long, she had been avoiding the inevitable, afraid of the answers she might receive. But tonight, she was done pretending that everything was fine. She was done hoping for something that would never come.She was going to talk to Lucas.She wanted answers. A real conversation. A chance to finally lay everything out in the open.Lara sat on the couch, waiting. The ticking of the clock was the only sound that filled the empty house. Every passing minute chipped away at the last fragments of her patience.