Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ex-fiance's regret: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

DIANA How long must a house burn before it becomes ashes and smoke? It’s been 3 weeks, 2 days and 4hours since he left me. And I am still burning, still hurting – an end no where in sight. And it’s been exactly 3 weeks, 2days and 4hours since I left my apartment, I have now become a stranger to sunlight. It’s been a mixture of fear and despair with a sprinkle of depression – I have never experienced such anguish for all the 26 years I have lived. It still feels so unreal. Ive sent him voice notes every day since he left, begging and pleading for him to come back; voice notes that almost always ended in a hysterical emotional breakdown that lasts for hours-I’m used to it now. It’s now part of my daily routine, along with wailing anytime I see something that reminds me of us, which is practically everything in my apartment.Every where I look I see him, I remember every moment we spent together on the couch, the nights we spent making love – he was my first, in every sense of the

DIANACan beauty be born from ashes?How wasted do you have to be to see a rainbow in a casket?Thankfully the bar wasn’t crowded. It was dimly lit, setting an ambiance I loved. There was a life band playing some soul music, faint chattering echoed in the atmosphere.“What would you like to drink?” The bartender asked with a smile “something strong that can cause temporary amnesia” he laughed. I wasn’t even joking.“Coming right up” and he starts mixing different poisons. This is going to be a long night.“Make that two” his voice was so deep and smooth, I immediately had goosebumps- the good kind.I turn to face him, and for a moment, I blacked out. I have never met a man so beautiful. His face was a divine work of art, and his eyes- lord those eyes, I would die in them if he let me.“Here you go, I call it ‘One night stand’ just for you” the bartender handed us our drinks.What kind of a name was that ?“Are you planning on actually getting a one night stand?” His eyes gleamed“Hel

JEROME When do the lines between reality and fantasy begin to blur?How deep do you have to go for it to become so difficult to tell them apart?I see her in my dreams. I imagine her in my arms on most nights, skin to skin, entangled in my sheets.She has haunted me now for three months three weeks and a day. She is persistent in her torment.I went to the bar four more times hoping I’d see her.I lurked around the neighborhood just to see if she’d reappear.Those eyes torture me in my sleep, those round brown eyes, they touched my soul, sparked something in me that I’ve never felt before.I don’t even know her name. But she’s all I think about, how she felt so close to me, how soft her skin was, her lips reminded my of the gates of heaven- her body was a divine work of art.I have never craved someone this badly. I have tried to forget her- nothing is working.I’m on the brink of insanity. I spend every waking moment wondering who she is, where she could be.How could someone have a

DIANA How long must you drown an emotion in denial to be forgotten? It seems this emotion is refusing to drown. I stared at the flowers before me - they were over 30 bouquets! “Are you sure you have the right address?” I asked skeptically. “Yes, you’re Miss Diana, correct?” “Yes I am.” “Then it’s for you, can you please sign here?” He offered me the book and I signed absentmindedly, just overwhelmed in awe. As he turned away, I called out “Excuse me, who are these from?” “He didn't disclose his name ma’am.” He replied. “Hm, thank you.” I murmured, my brows furrowed. Where in the world was I going to put all these flowers? “What are you still doing at the - oh my god!” She gasped when she saw the flowers. “You didn’t tell me you were seeing someone!!” She teased, nudging me with her elbow as her eyes twinkled. “Because I’m not.” I stated firmly. “So why would someone send you over 20 bouquets of flowers when you’re not even…” her voice trailed off and her eyes widened i

JEROME “We should merge with Golde Empire - it’s the best course of action for the company.” He mentioned, his voice laced with certainty.“I see no reason to do that,” I responded resolutely, my voice staunch. “We need to expand to other states, and signing this deal with Golde Empire would make that happen.” He argued. “We can expand on our own. Collaborating with them would only sink my company, and I will not have that.” I declared. “I believe you should reconsider.” He suggested, “I truly do not care what you believe.” I retorted coldly, my tone dismissive. He scoffed, “You're just as stubborn as your father.”“And he built an empire alone.” I stated. “Alone?? I was there in the shadows lifting him when no one else did.” He exclaimed “Well I’m not aware of that, and I couldn’t care less. What I do know is that if you truly cared about the company, you wouldn’t suggest such.” I replied sharply “If this company crumbles, I go down too. This is our legacy and - “ “Our?” I