Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Second Chance At Love: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 7

I let out a deep sigh, my eyes scanning the dimly lit bar with a mix of disgust and desperation. The air was thick with the smell of cheap perfume and stale beer. I had been sitting in the corner for hours, nursing a glass of water. As I glanced around the bar, my gaze lingered on the women dancing on the stage. They were dressed in skimpy two-piece outfits and lingerie, their bodies swaying to the pulsating music. The men in the audience watched with leering eyes, some of them fondling the women's bodies as they danced. My stomach churned with revulsion, but I knew I had to push aside my doubts. I needed the money, no matter how I got it. My mom's operation was expensive, and I had already exhausted all my other options. I thought back to the endless hours I'd spent working, trying to scrape together enough money for my mom’s operation. But no matter how hard I worked, it was never enough. And now, I was faced with the harsh reality that I had to find another way

As I walked home, the crunch of gravel beneath my feet echoed through the silence of the night. The darkness seemed to swallow me whole, the only sound being my footsteps. My mind began to wander back to Julian's condo, reliving the moments after he'd left to answer his phone call. I remembered the way I'd fidgeted, waiting for what felt like an eternity for him to return. But he never did. I recalled the impatience that had gotten the better of me—the decision to leave without him. Before I'd departed his condo, I had scribbled my phone number on a piece of paper and left it on his desk. I'd hoped against hope that his offer was genuine, that he wasn't just playing games with me. As I walked, my thoughts turned to my mom and the operation she desperately needed. Julian's offer was my only hope, and I prayed that he wouldn't go back on his promise. The sound of my footsteps was the only thing that broke the silence of the night. I was so lost in thought that I

I stared at my phone, my eyes fixed on the screen as I read the message. It was from Julian—the man I'd been waiting to hear from. My heart skipped a beat as I read his words. "Meet me tomorrow at the bar at 9:00 PM." I could almost hear his voice—cold and demanding—as I read the words. I frowned, wondering why he had chosen the bar as our meeting spot again. Why not his condo, since I already knew where it was? A sly smile spread across my face as I chuckled to myself. "Well, Yna, he only brought you to his condo last time because he thought you two would... you know," I whispered to myself, glancing around to make sure my parents weren’t listening. My mom would definitely have something to say about that. I quickly typed out a response—"Okay." Then, as I put my dishes in the sink, I glanced at the clock and realized I was running late. I grabbed my school bag, flung it over my shoulder, and hurried out. "Goodbye, Mom! Goodbye, Dad!" I called out, r

As we burst through the hospital doors, Tisha and I sprinted through the crowded corridors, weaving past patients and medical staff. The sound of our footsteps echoed off the sterile walls, and the antiseptic smell filled my nostrils. We finally reached the third floor, and my eyes scanned the area until they landed on my father, sitting in his wheelchair outside an emergency room, with Mrs. Baylon standing beside him. I rushed towards them, my steps shaky with anxiety. As I reached my dad, he looked up at me with a mix of surprise and concern. "Honey, why are you here? You should be in class right now," he said, his brow furrowed. I didn't respond, instead kneeling down in front of him and wrapping my arms around his waist. He hugged me back, his warm touch a comforting balm to my frazzled nerves. I buried my face in his stomach, fighting back tears. Dad's voice broke the silence, "Tish, honey, you're here too?" he asked, his eyes crinkling at the corners.