It has been an hour since we arrived at the heart of the city. The boys came with us as our parents suggested. Of course, Zhairo was looking after Heartly; Francis to Caroline; while Dion and Eric were looking after me. Although the set-up was like that, Dion's face was as if all the problems of the world has been given to him. He has been scowling from time to time, Eric wasn't minding him and instead, was asking me from time to time if I were okay or if I wasn't tired yet.
As I've said, I wasn't feeling exhausted easily today. My energy was unlimited, well, at least, that's what I was feeling. Heartly too wasn't feeling tired easily, it was a good sign because that meant she was getting better. Unlike before, she easily gets tired because her heart was so weak. I guess the medication was working fine with her, it should be. All of us including her parents were working hard for it. Though her parents weren't working that hard because they were more on paper work
I was furious, my blood was boiling as I stormed inside Dion's hotel room in the Holiday Inn. He pulled me here, hence I was here although I badly wanted to lock myself in my room. With the door's loud bang behind us, I sat on the edge of his bed and looked at him with my eyes blazing in anger. That woman's audacity was beyond belief. She successfully made my blood boil as she tried to make a pass with Dion on the restaurant earlier and I didn't like it when he seemed to like what that woman did. Ayana, huh? Recognition and shock were visible in Dion and Francis's faces when they saw her. No wonder what she said was true. Oh, they didn't even deny it. She was the woman they had a good time with at the sex party. A sex party that happened a few days ago and according to my calculation when that woman said the exact day when they did it, it was the same day when I ran away from them. Ha! I was running away because I thought
"Can we talk now?" And instantly, I nodded. My anger was gone same was the pain that was suffocating me a while ago. If it was possible for his smile to widen even more, then it did. His cheeks were almost ripping because of the wide smile on his face. "But before anything else, can you tell me what time is it so I can inform my family about my whereabouts? They must be worried," I've fallen asleep and lost track of time. The windows in his suit were closed hence I couldn't see if there was still light outside. He kissed the top of my head and told me that they knew I was with him, he also called our parents earlier to confirm that we're still together. "Caroline sent me a message earlier, telling me to take care of you and the baby, or else I'll face hell." I smiled, "She wouldn't think twice doing that if you harm me." "Oh, sweetheart, I mean no harm. After all what I've done and after knowin
Dionysus Dausel's "Where were you for the past eight years? What happened?" A smile made its way on my lips when Zhanaia asked that thing. I was already expecting her to ask that. Of course, she would start from the beginning. From my promise to her, a promise that I knew she waited for me to fulfill, but things happened and I wasn't able to do it as soon as I could. Hence, Zhanaia thought that I broke my promise, but I didn't. Taking a deep breath, I prepared myself to tell her what happened since I left to go back to the United States for my recovery. Slowly, one by one, memories came back to me, flooding my mind. It made my head ache for a bit but I was able to handle the pain. I looked at Zhanaia who was waiting patiently for me to answer her. I smiled at her and pinched her cheek. She rolled her eyes and urged me to say something but I couldn't help myself to have a moment with her. My sweetheart who waited for me for eigh
I was looking outside the window, staring at the snow falling. There were some people outside, mostly children playing with the snow and creating snowman, and some elders. All of them has smiles plastered on their faces and I knew from there that they could feel the holiday spirit. My eyes then landed on the young couple at the side of the road, they were holding a cup of hot sweet corn as they feed each other. A small smile appeared on my lips as I imagined that the couple was me and Zhanaia but the smile immediately vanished when I remembered that it has been a year now since I totally lost communication with her. Oh, no, I didn't lose communication with her, I just chose to cut my communications with her. It has been five years now since we parted ways because I needed to pursue brain surgery so that I would get better. And I did. Thankfully, the surgery went well and was successful. Although there were some complications, dad
Sweet Zhanaia Camince's "And that was why I was in Miró Coffee the day we bumped into each other again. I told you before that I just got into a meeting that day, right?" I nodded, "Yea, I remember. It was also the day you introduced yourself to me and acted like you didn't know me. Now that I knew what happened to you for the eight years that we've been away from each other, I wanted to know why did you acted like you don't know me?" He took a deep breath and looked away, "I have told you that when I found out that I wasn't still healed even after I went for the brain surgery, I decided to just let you go because I don't want to come back knowing that I might leave you again anytime when my Brain Hemorrhage attacks. But then, a few weeks after I found out that I would go to Switzerland again, I was thinking; what if I come back to you? Could we have a second chance? And I was also thinking; what if we did have a second chance and the
"Oh, sweetie, I'm so happy for you!" "Congratulations, Zhanaia! It's about time!" "Zhanaia, I'm so happy for you!" I smiled as mama, Caroline, and Heartly hugged me. First thing in the morning, what Dion was to inform everyone that we would come home and announced that we were officially together again. The three were the first ones to welcome me the moment we arrived at our house, followed by papa who hugged me and kissed the top of my head, then Zhairo who hugged me and congratulated me for finally making a decision. Eric was here too which surprised me. I wasn't expecting him to be here, but here he was. He smiled and hugged me as well and instantly, I felt Dion's deadly glare behind us but I didn't mind him for a while. Eric congratulated me though I could hear the suppressed emotion in his voice which made me emotional. When I looked at his eyes, there were unshed tears in the depths of them. I raised
Dionysus Dausel's/Gin Montero's And their girls' talk started as to how they called it. They were a few tables away from us and we just stared at them as they laughed and took quick glances in our direction. My cousin shook his head and mumbled something but I heard Caroline's name came out of his mouth. Zhairo sighed while I just smiled as I stared at Zhanaia who was laughing carefree around Heartly and Caroline. Francis moved on his seat and grumbled as he rotated the fork to the pasta and took a portion in his mouth. His face was contorted in frustration as he munched the pasta in his mouth, so I moved and decided to start a conversation. If the girls could have that girls talk, then we could have a boys talk as well. I told them so and they both nodded in agreement which made me smile. I knew Zhairo was still holding a grudge against me, well, I understand because I knew I hurt his sister, intentionally or not. Though I could explain to
"No, no, no, no, this is not happening." "Damn it, this is not happening, Zhanaia, sweetheart, wake up!" "Francis, call for an ambulance, call dad, fuck, call everyone who could help us. Quick!" I was panicking as I held Zhanaia in my arms who was unconscious and bleeding. Her thighs were bloody and I didn't look at it as I knew it would panic me even more. I screamed at Francis again as I ordered him to call for an ambulance and dad. He hastily went out with his phone in his ears, Caroline followed. Zhairo was left with me and he was doing first aid to his sister. He was calmly checking on Zhanaia but I could feel his suppressed rage and I knew it was for me again. This time, I really couldn't blame him because this was my fault. From the pain that I saw in Zhanaia's eyes, I knew she saw Ayana kissing me. At the thought of that woman, I looked up and saw her frozen on her spot. I saw red the moment I looke
Sweet Zhanaia Camince's"Mom, is dad coming home early tonight?"I looked at Louis, Gin and I's seven years old son who looked so adorable with his coconut-style hair and the bangs were on the side. I stared at him for a while as he put his elbow on my legs as a support for his weight while looking at me, waiting for my answer.Dom Louis C. Montero got his father's ocean blue eyes, the shape of his nose, and lips. He only got my brownish hair and some attitudes, but aside from that, he resembled Gin in everything. I remember my husband's face when he realized that Louis looked like him as he grow up, he was sulking by then."Argh, I actually wished to have an eldest daughter who would look like you, not the other way around. I don't want you to see anyone who looks like me,""Wow, Gin, are you jealous of our son?"I was bemused when he crossed his arms on his chest while pouting and that's when I realized he was indeed jealous of our son. Oh
Dionysus Dausel/Gin Montero's"Good morning, Mr. Montero, your meeting will start in five minutes.""Noted about that, Karen. Please, inform my wife that I might come home late. And remind her to take care and not to move around too much,""Will do that, Sir. Anything else?""Thank you but that's all. You may go back to your desk now."Karen, my secretary nodded as she stepped out of my office. When she was out of my sight, I took a deep breath and stared at the screen of my laptop where spreadsheet after spreadsheet and documents after documents were open. The spreadsheets were about financial reports while the documents were mostly proposals and contract drafts.As the years passed by, Gracious Express did good, and now we have hundreds of branches around the globe. It was all about hard work and of course, teamwork with Francis who was the co-CEO, and the other members of the company. My wife also contributed with this one,
CHAPTER 52If someone would tell me years ago that the time will come when I will marry the man I met eight years ago despite the pain he inflicted in me, despite the cheatings, and lies that he has done, I would probably laugh it off. Who would marry a man who has done so much to you for eight years? Certainly no one.But then, here I was, standing in front of a huge mirror with a wide smile on my face. I looked at the woman in the mirror and she too was smiling from ear to ear. Of course, the woman in the mirror was my reflection, an ecstatic woman because she would finally marry the man that she loves.Looking at myself, I didn't know I'll be able to be this beautiful. It has just been a month since Dion— Gin proposed and now we're marrying. Because of their connections, we were able to arrange everything in just a month; including my wedding gown that was worth a million dollars.Dad and Dion insisted that my wedding gown should be designed by t
Sweet Zhanaia Camince's It has been a couple of months now since I was discharged from the hospital and since everything happened. It has been a couple of months as well since I gave Gin the last chance and told him that my forgiveness wouldn't be that easy to get this time. When I was discharged from the hospital, he was left since he still needed to be monitored, but after three days, he was discharged as well, and then his courtship, well, according to him, started. My family didn't seem to be surprised with his actions, daily visits with flowers, and all that things that suitors usually brought. Though he was only giving me artificial flowers as I told him to do because when he gave me a fresh rose, I felt nausea. My pregnancy hormones didn't like its smell. I also noticed how he became close with Zhairo and I found out that Gin already explained everything to him and Zhairo was now giving him chance as well. They were back to their clos
"You sure about this, Gin?" Francis asked when I told him my plan. I nodded without hesitation and sighed in resign, "If you say so," "Just do it, Francis, and then leave the rest to me. I want to make this right before proving to Zhanaia that I am now ready to start a new life with her and our baby. One where there were no secrets, one where we would talk about things first and won't decide hastily without talking to each other." "Woah, you are being too deep now. Is that really what babies do to men? Aside from love, babies are what make us more responsible and mature?" I shrugged, "Maybe, yes, because that's what happening to me now." "Then, I'll wait for the time when I will finally become a better person because of a baby." "You don't need to have a baby to be a better person though, you can do it now." He shook his head, "I'm still enjoying being a jerk, sleeping and dating
Dionysus Dausel's/Gin Montero's Zhanaia was someone I never deserved to have, yet heaven gave her to me, and here I was, hurting her in more ways than one. Yet, despite everything that I did, she still gave me chances that I didn't deserve any more. But this time, with her tone, I knew she wasn't joking around. She was serious that this would be the last chance she was giving to fix everything about us. And I should start fixing my shits, it would be better as well to make sure that Ayana won't come in our way anymore. Though it was clear to her that there wasn't anything going on between us, it was clear to her that what happened at the sex party doesn't mean anything. But then, it would be better to make sure that she won't come and cause conflict with us anymore. I looked at Zhanaia who was now eating another set of waffles. Her family left food in the refrigerator for her, mostly sweets because that was what she was craving during her pr
We were seated across each other for a while now. He was in the wheelchair while I was on the bed. No one talked, no one said even a single word, we were in pure silence, only our breathing could be heard. We were both waiting for each other to talk but looked like it would be me who's going to talk first as I couldn't bear the silence anymore. And with that, I took a deep breath and broke the silence. "First and foremost, how should I address you?" I asked which caught him off guard. He blinked, "H-huh?" "How should I call you? I met you eight years ago as Dion and now, I met you again as Gin. You have told me that your former identity has been dissolved, therefore you shouldn't be called Dion but why was dad still calling you like that?" Realization registered on his face as he got what I was trying to say. He took a deep breath and leaned back, tilting his head on the side as he looked at me. "People nowa
Caroline's words then played in my head as if on an old tape. Gin was confined in the room next to mine because his Brain Hemorrhage attacked again. And then slowly, my mind came back to what he said when we talked about what happened to him during those eight years that we were away. He said that he didn't want to come back knowing he might be attacked with his illness and there was a possibility that he would leave me again because of it. That was why he decided not to contact me anymore but then Destiny played with him and we met again out of plan. Instantly, the pain and anger I was feeling melted again and I felt the urge to see him. I told my parents about it but they just looked at me, silent for a while then shook their heads. "What? But why? I want to see him, he's just in the room next to mine, please, let me see him." I pleaded. And it was Zhairo who spoke to tell me, "Visitors are not yet allowed, Zhanaia. He
Sweet Zhanaia Camince's I woke up and instantly, the smell of medicine evaded my nostrils and the white, blank ceiling of the hospital room welcomed me. Then slowly, what happened before I lost consciousness came back to me and played in my head repeatedly. And the pain of seeing Dion enjoying the kiss of Ayana stabbed me again but it wasn't the one that made me jolt up and didn't mind the sudden spin of my surroundings. The scene when I saw blood dripping down from my thighs horrified me and I went cold in nervousness. I looked at my tummy as I put my hand on it and looked around to ask for help but no one was around. But it didn't take long before the hospital door swung open and dad entered. And immediately, I stood up, didn't minding the dextrose on my arm. "Dad, help me! My baby!" I exclaimed in pure nervousness. A nurse came with him and guided me back on the bed but I was insisting for dad to help me because the thou