"What time is the ribbon cutting again?"
I was talking about the opening of the Jewelry shop Hezekiah built. He also invited me to the mall in Manila that just got finished, but I couldn't go because it's too far. I decided to just go to the new branch of the company because it doesn't sit right that I couldn't attend this event, too.
"10 am in the morning, so may you still have time to think about it again." She rolled her eyes and stood up.
"Come on, Zuay! I know it's not you..." I teased. Even if she said that she hates Hezekiah, I know she's still hoping for us to get back together again.
"Tss... I better go back to work." She turned around and and left my office.
After she closed the door, I leaned my back against the chair. I gently caressed my baby bump and closed my eyes.
He shouldn't find out about my pregnancy. Not because I don't want to give him his rights as a father, but because I'm scared of the result once he found out.
<"Were not yet through, my wife," he spoke in a rough voice, making sure he has control over me."Please just fucking let go off me..." I thought it would come out as a hard tone, but it came out almost like a whisper in the wind."I know you've been dreaming of me last night, every fucking minute of your night. I know deep there inside, you wanted this much to happen as much as I want you..." His soft tone vibrated all over my nerves."No. I don't... I can't!" I sterntly said. Tears formed around my eyes but I didn't let it fall."As much as I wanted to be near you or being with you. I just can't... I couldn't, Hezekiah." I slowly shook my head."It's not that easy. Alessandra is alive and your child... your child you chose over me!" My voice already cracked but I still my managed myself."No, Sweetheart," he whispered softer now."Please..." I struggled to get off of his hold but he didn't let me."Just one more chance, sweeth
I realized a lot of this when Alessandra and I had a talk. I left her with a light heart and there's no anger left inside. Even before, I already forgave her.I halted from my tracks when I felt something wet gushed on my thighs. Then my stomach rumbled in pain."Oh God!"I quickly walked to the car. My delivery seemed earlier than the due date? I thought I could still drive but I can't take the pain.I was left with no choice but to call Ellwood."What?! We... wait, where exactly are you?!" he frantically said.I told him the exact place and after only a few minutes, I heard his car nearing.I woke up in a child's loud cry. I slowly opened my eyes and looked for the baby."Hey, wonder woman."My eyes lifted to Ellwood. I can't help but to smile.Beside him was a man carrying a child. My tears started forming at that scene."You're here?" I uttered in my low and weak voice.Ellwood glanced at Hezekia
"Nice... I love the party..." His one hand was inside his pocket while the other was holding the glass of cocktail juice, sipping on it coolly. "I wanted it simple and solemn. I didn't invite big names and personalities," I said. "Is he invited? Did you inform him?" He asked smoothly. But before I could even answer him, my eyes caught that man walking inside the entrance of the gate. My heart was frozen by his surprise appearance. Looking so magnificently hot and seductive in his navy blue long sleeve polo that folded up to his forearms. He never failed to clutch my heart out and leave me breathless. I watched him cross the crowded people while his eyes never left mine. I wanted to stare at him more, but it was cut off when I heard Ellwood clearing his throat beside me. "Whatever speech you have boiling, I don't wanna hear it," I said through my tight lips. I heard him chuckled lowly before leaving me alone and greeting Hezekiah. "Dude, long time no see... I'm glad you came." E
CAN I help you with that, Miss? " Carding presented to me."I'm okay, thank you."I ignored the weight of the hand-carry bag I was carrying while looking up at the two-story house in front of me."If you still need anything, just call me," he said. Patiently standing at my back."I'm okay, Carding," I said."Then I will leave first," he said goodbye.There I turned to him holding the hat in both hands. The line marks on his forehead define how old he is. Plain shirt and black jeans pants, just simple as it is."Thank you, Carding." I smiled at him.I snatched my wallet from the shoulder bag I was carrying and took a thousand."Here it is, your fare home and your expenses as well." I reached ten thousand pesos."Oh, ma'am! it's too big, then I'll take the bus home." His hand is against shame.I glanced at the car parked in the garage. I would not have sent him so that it would not be difficult for him to get back, but it was urgent because I was worried about what I might get here.I sm
THE FIRST room had a wide space and a calmly painted wall which is a beige color with a touch of brown. The queen size bed is warm and better. The couch and the red-carpeted floor are well sat perfectly. I put down my shoulder bag on the side table and sat on the bed. Maybe I'll peek into a room later because my view is already fixed on the window. The fresh air coming from the seashore made me flinch. It also reminds me of someone. Someone I couldn't forget, someone I love... but all of it can destroy me enough, but even so I prefer to be close to it, cause 'I know somewhere deep in my heart he is shouting and begging for me. I cut off my gaze out the window and started to lie down to sleep. "Emory!" that voice kept coming back to my mind. I looked where the voice was coming from but I could only see the pounding of the angry wave. "Hezekiah?!" I shouted back. But no one answered, I held on tightly to the railing where I was on one of the ships and the rain was pouring down heavily. T
MY EYES clouded as I watched the strong waves pounding the shore. The cold ocean breeze feels right and yet it brings pain to my heart. I don't know how many hours I just stared at the vast sea. Since I came here to San Marcelino I have come back here to the beach every day. Spending the day seemingly indifferent to what is going on around them. I glanced at my wristwatch and shook it slightly. Another day passed. I don't know how I survived my day without him, without his touch, his kiss, and his warm hug. I feel like I'm going crazy thinking about how I can get through the days to come without him. I decided to just go back to the rented apartment. From the beach, I decided to walk so that even for a moment my brain would be distracted by what I saw. This is not my usual routine but I find it good and relaxing. But suddenly I stopped walking because of an oncoming vehicle. All I heard was a horn before my eyes darkened. *** I could feel the heavy lids of my eyes, but I couldn’t blink
I WANT to hug him tightly and lock him in his arms as before, as before when he still loves me. I wanted to ask him a lot about how he survived and why he married someone else. If he even tried to find me? I wanted to know even more about why he didn’t know me. Maybe he noticed my repeated glance so, he turned to me again. "I'm Gabriel Magnus, and the woman behind us is my wife, Alessandra Magnus." He barely glanced at the rearview mirror where his alleged wife was in the car. I can't help but shake my head repeatedly, I don't agree with what he said. His wife? That's bullshit! "Why?" he chuckled. I quickly glanced at him with a frown. "Ah, nothing. I'm Emory Meredith Grant." There was a sore throat I said before averting my gaze. "Hmm, nice name." I looked at him with shock in my eyes. I wanted to speak again but the car stopped. We are already in the hospital. I was also observed for about half an hour. I also underwent X-ray and CT scans. The wound on my arm had to be stitched up be
I AlSO glanced down the windowsill where the small picture frame was. My lips twitched as I recognized the man in the photo. He smiled broadly as he hugged the woman from behind. Even a few shots had him there with wide smiles. I want to cloud my eyes because of the pain that is dying in my heart. My system would not accept it, even though I knew he was in good shape after all I still could not accept what his life had become now. I couldn't help but caress its face in the photo, at least here to relieve the pain in my heart that I have been hiding for several years. But suddenly I was startled by a sneeze so I looked up at the man on the third step of the stairs. I quickly returned the picture frame to its previous position as I realized here was his attention. "Ah, you got a good shot here." My hand is the sense that averted my gaze. I also avoided looking at the white T-shirt he was wearing and khaki shorts. It didn't answer instead it walked closer to me so I arranged for us. I sme