Inside the elevator, Rome was a bundle of nerves—fidgeting, pacing in place, and practically drilling holes into the metallic walls with her restless eyes. Connie and Jiggy had stayed on the 26th floor while she headed straight to the rooftop. And as the elevator climbed, so did her anxiety—rising like steam in a pressure cooker, threatening to blow the lid off at any second. Her chest felt tight, like someone had poured soda into her lungs and was now shaking the can for fun. Great. Just great.
She had absolutely no clue what would happen once those elevator doors opened. Maybe there’d be a civil conversation. Maybe a screaming match. Maybe a slap. Who knew? But one thing was clear— she wasn’t leaving that building without telling Cayson Montemayor the truth. And more than that, she wouldn’t rest until he agreed to marry her.
After that night, Cayson returned to Laguna. Rome breathed a shaky sigh of relief, trying to convince herself that there would be no chance for him and Precilla to cross paths. She knew his schedule would be packed, especially with the progress of the new terminal’s construction.But the moment they stepped back into the mansion after the dinner party, her peace of mind began to crack. She did something most wouldn’t admit to, something driven by love, insecurity, and desperation. She went through Cayson’s phone.It wasn’t locked— no password. That, at least, comforted her. She typed in Precy’s number with trembling fingers, bracing herself for what she might find. And when the name didn’t appear, it felt like a thorn had been pulled from her chest. Relief surged through her.
Everyone was already at the hotel’s restaurant when they arrived. They were twenty minutes late, only because neither of them wanted to let go of each other after the fiery moments they shared.She wanted to stay in bed, and Cayson had agreed, thinking it was a wonderful idea. But Connie called, reminding them that the whole family was already on their way to the hotel.It was too late to cancel dinner just because they wanted to stay locked in the room.Cayson supported her all the way to the hotel restaurant. His hands never left her body, and she could not stop smiling. She felt like the most beautiful woman in his eyes.She had let Cayson pick out the dress she would wear for the evening, and after she had gotten ready, all he could say were words of admiration
Rome stared gloomily at her reflection in the mirror. Her expression was sullen, and her lips were pouty with frustration, forming a long, exaggerated frown.She was seated in front of her vanity table, having gone through several rounds of applying and reapplying makeup. She desperately wanted to be beautiful that night. More beautiful than Precilla.But it wasn’t easy. It wasn’t something that could be achieved so easily.Makeup could work wonders, yes, but they couldn’t perform miracles. Even if Precilla’s face were bare, she would still outshine her. No amount of effort could ever make Rome equal to her. She could never be in the same league.Precilla was just... too radiant.And to make matt
Rome was utterly exhausted by the time she returned to the mansion that evening. After unexpectedly running into Precilla at the department store earlier that day, the other woman had invited her to grab a cup of coffee. To avoid answering questions about the father of her unborn child, Rome politely declined and told her she had somewhere else to be.Precilla had asked for her number, saying she would call her soon to set up a coffee date.Rome gave her the number, but she had no intention of meeting up.Not only did she not want to revisit the topic of her baby's father, she also felt increasingly small whenever she was around Precilla. The woman looked like a real-life princess, while she, Rome, felt like some ordinary girl off the street who had swallowed a watermelon. Her pride couldn't bear sitting beside her
As she entered their bedroom, Rome immediately furrowed her brows upon seeing two shopping bags placed neatly on top of the bed.Those bags came from a high-end men’s boutique.Cayson was home.That was her first thought. And judging by the packaging, he had done some shopping for himself. She assumed he must have bought clothes while staying at the office these past few days.Or was he really staying at the office?Could that have just been an excuse? Was he back to his old ways again?Ugh. She didn’t want to overthink.She walked further into the room and glanced at the bathroom door. She could hear fa
Two days. That was how long Cayson had not returned home after the day they went to the OB clinic for Rome’s ultrasound appointment.If he hadn’t called to check on her every now and then, she might have already panicked, worrying something bad had happened to him. He would call just to ask how she was, if she had eaten properly, or if she needed anything. But those were short, clipped calls, never giving her the chance to speak at length. She had the urge to ask when he would be coming home, but she didn’t want to hear him repeat what he had already said before; to go over the terms again before she started asking personal questions.Even Althea Montemayor would check in from time to time, asking about the baby. Rome would end up sending Cayson a message to relay updates, only to find out later that he had personally called his grandmother to