All Chapters of TEARS OF A WIFE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I've been awake for a while, but I didn't want to get up. My mind is being clouded with so many uncertainties. Questions that I don't know if I should find out or just let it be. I sighed and glanced at Atlas who's at the other side of the bed. His back was facing me and he looked like he's still sleeping. It's such a dream to see the both of us sleeping on the same bed. Just like the other couples, we also had a normal relationship. We may fight, but in the end, we'll still go home to each other's arms.  I hope everything's that easy. We wouldn't have hurt each other. The wound in my heart wouldn't have deepened. I wouldn't have endured the little love I've been begging for. I sighed and looked at the bedside

I drank until my heart's content. I have a high alcohol tolerance so I can still walk straight even if I already drank a lot. My sight was still clear, although my head started to hurt. I glanced at my wristwatch. It's exactly twelve midnight but the bar is still alive. Atlas and Trina already left. Although it pained me, I still stared at them as they walked out of the bar. I'm a masochist for I endured all the pain. I already accepted the fact that I would never win Atlas. I already lost even if the fight hadn't started. I shook my head and smiled bitterly. I've been inside my car for quite a time now but I don't know where I should go home, or if I still have a home. I don't know where to place myself anymore. What am I supposed to do? 

For the past years I have felt immense sadness everytime Christmas is celebrated, but right now, the sadness has doubled. This is probably the gloomiest Christmas for me. I have been silently crying for the past few days, secluding myself inside my room to ponder on things that I'm supposed to do. "Olive! You've been zoning out since earlier. Is there a problem, dear?" I looked at Atlas' mom. She was beside me and was very busy. We are both busy doing our Noche Buena for later. She was chopping the meat while I was cutting some veggies. Atlas' mom seemed very happy that I felt guilty for feeling this way.  I stopped what I was doing and put out a faint smile. "Nothing really, Mama. I'm just sad that you're going home tomorrow. The house will be too silent again," I lied

The night was silent. Only my muffled sobs can be heard throughout the house. I was punching Atlas' chest with my right hand while I was holding his shirt with my left hand. I don't even know if my punches had strength. All I know is that I want Atlas to feel the pain he made me feel for ten years. For making me feel worthless.  I cried my heart out. I wasn't ashamed even if he saw the weak side I've been hiding for so long. I just wanted to cry in all the pain and suffering I've endured since the moment I decided to love Atlas. From the moment I forced our marriage. I am dying and hurting inside from the pain that only I can understand. It's unbearable for me but I am trying. I want to take this opportunity to do something.in favor of both of us. That's why I don't understand why he doesn't want to let me go even if we're just

I almost can't hear the bustling streets and the traffic in EDSA. I can't breathe in anticipation caused by the anxiety of why we're currently in Dad's car. My heart was beating wildly. It was so fast and loud that I didn't seem to know what to do. I was speechless when my Dad asked me to go out with him. I hurriedly changed my clothes, leaving Jenny who's peacefully sleeping in my unit. I only left her a note. I know it's crazy trusting a person that you just met but my instinct is telling me to. The fact is—I can see myself in Jenny. The pain and suffering. We may have different sentiments but we are the same. We are wounded. We are wounded by the man that we love.  While on the road, I can't help but to steal glances at Dad. The anger in his face was still evident, but  I know that. As much as possible, he wanted t