All Chapters of After One Wild Night With the Billionaire (Tagalog-English): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Kaya ko ba? Kakayanin ko bang harapin ang lahat ng ito? O tuluyan akong mababasag sa bigat ng lahat?Huminga ako nang malalim, pilit na pinapakalma ang nanginginig kong mga kamay, pero parang lalong bumibigat ang presyong nakapatong sa akin. Para akong nilulunod ng mga tanong, ng pag-aalala, ng takot na sabay-sabay na bumagsak sa akin. Ngayon lang ako nakaramdam ng ganitong kaliit, ganitong kahina, at ganitong katindi ang pangamba sa responsibilidad na paparating. Ang test na nasa mga kamay ko ay parang may dalang bigat ng buong kinabukasan ko, at sa sandaling iyon, hindi ko maiwasang itanong sa sarili ko—handa na ba ako para rito?“Amalia,” Claire’s voice broke through the chaos in my mind. Her tone was soft, but there was a strength in it that I desperately needed. She gently placed a hand on my shoulder, her touch grounding me. “You don’t have to make this decision right now. Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out. Together.”Ang mga salita ni Claire ay parang lifeline, pero hindi n

Pagdating ko sa bahay ng tita ko, ang pamilyar na paligid ay nagbigay ng parehong pakiramdam ng ginhawa at kaunting lungkot. Ang amoy ng bahay niya, ang init ng mga kasangkapang ginugol ng taon—lahat ito’y nagpapaalala sa akin ng mga panahon nang buhay pa ang mga magulang ko, ng mga araw nang buo at kumpleto ang buhay. Pero, dala ng ginhawa ay ang kirot ng kanilang pagkawala, isang paalala ng buhay ko noon. Ngunit, huminga ako ng malalim, iniiwasan ang panghihinayang, at bitin ang dibdib, nagpatuloy ako at pumasok sa bahay niya, dala ang mga bag ko. Nakaramdam ako ng ginhawa nang makita ko siyang nandoon—ang bahay niya ay mananatiling kanlungan ng kaligtasan na matagal ko nang inaalala.I gently knocked on the door, anxiety twisting my stomach."Sino yan?" Aunt Lydia’s voice called out from the other side."Auntie..." I said, my voice cracking as I spoke, tears already welling up in my eyes.The door creaked open, and there she stood—Aunt Lydia, her face a mixture of surprise and conc

I felt lighter, freer, as if each step was shedding the old burdens. I didn’t know what the future held, but today, in this moment, I felt the joy of simply being alive and surrounded by love."You know," Aunt Lydia said after a long pause, "I think it’s time we start planning for the future. I’ve got a few ideas in mind for what we could do around here—something that could bring in a little extra income while allowing you to take your time. What do you think?"I smiled, the first real smile I’d had in days. "I think I’d like that. Whatever it is, I’m ready to try. With you by my side, I know I can handle anything."And for the first time since everything had started, I felt the hope that had been buried beneath the pain rise to the surface. Maybe this was the beginning of something even better than what I had imagined. Maybe, just maybe, I was finally finding my way back to happiness.We walked back home, the sound of laughter filling the air, and for the first time in a long time,

Ang thought na iyon ay nagdala ng ngiti sa aking labi, at sa unang pagkakataon sa mga buwan, pinayagan ko ang aking sarili na mangarap lampas sa sakit.Kinabukasan, ang araw ay nagsimulang magbigay ng gintong liwanag sa Santa Ana nang magising ako. Nang lumabas ako, pumasok sa aking mga baga ang sariwang amoy ng dagat. Nasa hardin si Aunt Lydia, humuhuni ng isang lumang awit habang inaalagaan ang mga halaman niya.“Good morning, Auntie,” I greeted, sitting on the bamboo bench near her.“Good morning, anak,” she said warmly, wiping her hands on her apron. “Did you sleep well?”I nodded. “The best I’ve slept in a long time.”She smiled knowingly. “Good. You need your rest now, for the little one.”Tumingin ako sa aking lumalaking tiyan, ramdam ang init ng mga salita ni Aunt Lydia na unti-unting tumitimo sa akin. “Tita,” simula ko nang may alinlangan, “sa tingin n’yo kaya ko ba talaga ito? Ang magpalaki ng anak nang mag-isa?”Ibinaba ni Aunt Lydia ang hawak niyang pala at lumapit sa akin

Mateo’s face lit up with a grin. “Then we’re both brave!”I laughed, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “Yes, we are. The bravest team in Santa Ana.”“Team Mateo and Mama!” he declared, throwing his arms in the air triumphantly.“Team Mateo and Mama,” I repeated, my heart swelling with love.We spent the rest of the afternoon playing on the beach. Mateo chased the waves, his laughter ringing out every time the water kissed his toes. I watched him with a mixture of awe and pride, marveling at the boundless energy and joy he brought into my life.When the sun began to set, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, Mateo plopped down onto the sand beside me, his tiny hands clinging to a seashell he’d found.“Mama, can we keep this shell?” he asked, holding it up for me to see.I took it from his hand, inspecting its smooth surface and delicate swirls. “Of course, we can,” I said, tucking it into the pocket of my dress. “It’ll be our special treasure.”Mateo beamed, leaning ag