cherry blossoms after winter ep 3

Growing up with her evil-like parents, Maria Arabella Cortel wasn’t able to do anything when she had to pretend as Maria Renee Garcia, the girl that was promised to marry a Villacorta. She was forced to change everything. Her hair. Her way of speaking and her way of styling clothes. She basically stole her identity. It was all her parents’ plan, but included the real Renee who even pushed her to do it. All for her parents’ obsession with money, and making the real Renee Garcia’s life miserable in their hands. Everything was planned smoothly. Nang napunta na siya sa puder ng mga Villacorta, she felt like slowly succeeding when Mrs. Villacorta didn’t notice at all how she’s not the real girl she wants for her son. The woman is very fond of her. She thought she had no problem at all. But that's only what she thought. Because when Alexandro Kirviel Villacorta appeared, Renee’s fiance, that shattered her long-held notion that she’d succeed in her mission. She was confronted. Pinagbintangang hindi totoong Renee. At pinagbantaang hindi titiglan hanggang manggaling mismo sa kaniyang bibig ang katotohanan. Both of them have agendas to fulfill. One to keep the truth, and the other one to unveil. But what if love gets in the way? Who would win? Who would fail? Especially… when their parents put the decision in their hands, risking everything no matter what it takes.

After encountering problems at work, I lose myself in a virtual reality game. I randomly meet a male player in there and depend on my amorous interactions with him to escape reaity. We flirt with each other and have roleplay; he grunts and groans over the microphone. Everything changes when I accidentally reveal my true identity. The young man next door pins me underneath him and roams his hands over my body. When he speaks, his voice is hoarse. "You were great at flirting in the game, weren't you? Why can't you make those noises now?"

My suitcase, filled with precious and expensive birthday gifts, was mistakenly claimed by another person at the airport. When I opened the one left behind, I found it packed with men’s clothes instead of my belongings. Determined to retrieve what was rightfully mine, I went on a frantic search for the man who had taken my suitcase. When I finally confronted him and politely asked for an exchange, he responded with the gentlest of tones: “Oh, I opened it and realized I’d made a mistake—it’s all women’s items.” I breathed a sigh of relief, ready to thank him and express my gratitude. Then he added casually, “I couldn’t use any of those things, so I sorted them out and gave them to my girlfriend. You’re welcome.” My jaw dropped. I could barely muster a response as I muttered under my breath, “What the hell?”