Maxwell's pov, I knew if I ever wanted to escape from the clutches of Judith's torment, I had to take a bold step towards freedom. And the first step was quitting my job at the company. My girlfriend, Amihan's birthday was coming up and I wanted to make it as special as possible, especially since I had begun to feel threatened by Derrick's presence. He seemed to be a rival for Amihan's affections and I was determined to show her that I was the one she truly belonged with.Three days had passed since I had made the bold decision to quit my job, and I had to admit that I felt more liberated than ever before. The constant pressure from Judith was finally gone and I felt a new sense of freedom and energy that I hadn't felt in a long time."So, how did you like the movies?" Amihan asked, breaking me out of my thoughts as we drove back to my house. We had spent the entire day together, doing everything from shopping to dining out and even taking a long walk in the park. It had been a wonde

Victoria's POV,As I heard Maxwell's car pull into the parking lot of his apartment, I felt a wave of nervousness wash over me, I could see the sadness in his eyes as he approached the door. Even though I knew I wasn't going to see him till this evening, I couldn't wait to get my plans running, as I heard the tip tap of his footsteps ascending the stairs just before the door, I settled myself on the couch, and prepared my mood for the upcoming conversation, putting on my most pitiable look in an attempt to elicit his sympathy, I flashed a smile to my face as he opened the door,"Hello son, You're home!" I said, my voice low and shaking with relief. "I've been so worried."He nodded but didn't look at me as he walked past and headed towards his room. "I'm fine, mom," he said. "Don't worry."I felt a mix of emotions as I watched him walk away. Part of me was relieved that he was home safe, but another part of me was frustrated that he wouldn't even look at me, let alone talk to me. I

Dalisay's POV,"You'd do no such thing," was the shrill cry that brought me to where Karl was... speaking to this unknown person, judging from his next words and the heat of the conversation, I suspected that it must be that same woman I saw in the photo, as I looked at Karl, I noticed his desperation and the frustration steaming from his shoulders like a cloud of smoke, which made my heart drop, a mixed emotion of both fear, worry and anger flooded me instantly and I felt my heartbeat accelerate, as my mind began to wander carrying along placards of uncertainties,I was so scared of the unknown that I didn't notice when my hands began to shake following the rhythm of the horror that had gripped my heart, my phobia for a broken home especially after laying every other thing aside, including my first love to build a family with him, brought tears to my eyes but I fought hard to keep them in.As I stood there, trying to comprehend why they were still having a heated conversation, after

Judith's POV,It was two more days before Amihan's 28th birthday, and a sense of excitement filled me as I thought about the events to come. The prospect of finally having Maxwell all to myself, and the possibility of everything falling into place, was enough to make my heart race with anticipation. I couldn't wait until her birthday eve to put my plan into action. I had to do it now, before it was too late and I knew that Maxwell would be suspicious if anything happened to her on her birthday eve. I was running out of time.I got home from work feeling motivated and energized to get my plans done, it was going to be the night of the great turnaround and I was ready to follow the tide, I took total control of the night by fixing an indoor date and filled it up with activities that will get the three of us actively involved, especially Amihan and Derrick.The first thing I did was to go straight to the kitchen to bake some cookies... the flavor Amihan, Derrick, and I used to bake tog

Maxwell's POV, "Mom, I'm a little nervous about the gifts I've gotten for the proposal," I confessed, my voice faltering slightly. "I'm not sure if they're good enough, or if they'll show how much I care about her."My mom's voice was warm and reassuring. "It's clear to me how much you love her," she said. "You've been working so hard to make everything perfect, and I'm sure she'll appreciate all your efforts. What gifts have you gotten?""Well, I got her a bouquet of her favorite flowers, a necklace with a charm that's special to her, and tickets to her favorite concert," I said, listing the gifts off one by one. "I also got her a card with a message that I wrote myself, and I'm planning on taking her to a nice restaurant for dinner after the proposal."My mom was silent for a moment, and then she spoke again. "Those are all wonderful gifts, and I'm sure she'll be touched by your thoughtfulness," she said. "The most important thing is that you're doing this from the heart," my mom