Novels by Merna Bonto

CHAPTER 4ANGIE’s POVMark’s father returned to the room pushing a wheelchair. He was clearly serious about his promise to drive me home himself.I watched in silence as he unfolded the wheelchair. I realized he intended to use it so he wouldn't have any trouble moving me downstairs. Once the wheelchair was ready, he stepped toward me. His face came so close to mine that I couldn't help but feel incredibly awkward."W-what are you doing?" I asked, my voice trembling with nerves."I’m going to carry you to the wheelchair, Miss. So, please stay still. If you move around too much, I might accidentally grab the wrong part of you," he said simply. His warning immediately made me freeze. I was suddenly terrified that he might unintentionally touch something he shouldn't.Despite my discomfort, I let him pick me up. My face was pressed so close to his neck that I could catch his scent. He smelled amazing. The cologne he used was incredibly masculine and intoxicating."T-thank you," was all I

CHAPTER 3ANGIE’s POVI walked down the street, my body feeling weak and heavy. I felt as though I was losing my mind as I trudged toward home. I couldn't even afford to hail a taxi because I didn't have enough money left in my wallet, so I decided to walk since it wasn’t that far.Passersby stared at me, likely because they could see me crying. I couldn't stop the tears from falling every time memories of Mark flashed through my mind. I wasn't prepared for this. I never imagined my boyfriend could betray me like this. He was my first love, my first boyfriend—but now, he was also the first person to break me and cause me such immense pain. I couldn't control my emotions; the hurt was simply too deep.I lost track of how many tears I shed, but no matter how much I cried, the weight in my chest wouldn't lift. It still felt heavy and agonizing."Miss, watch where you're going! If you want to end your life, don't drag us into your problems!" a jeepney driver yelled at the top of his lungs

CHAPTER 2ANGIE’s POVI spent the next three hours burying myself in work, trying to drown out Lesly’s accusations against my boyfriend. Her words were still ringing in my ears, and I couldn't stop overthinking—especially since Mark still hadn't reached out to me.It’s a difficult situation to be in: being at work physically while your mind is spiraling elsewhere.When our break time finally arrived, I immediately approached Lesly to clear the air. I knew I wouldn't find peace until she explained exactly what she meant earlier."Lesly, can we talk?" I asked, finding her sipping juice."You want to talk? About what?" she asked bluntly."About what you said earlier. About my boyfriend," I replied softly.She avoided my gaze and shifted her attention to her food. She had traded her juice for a piece of bread, acting as if she were suddenly very busy."Lesly, I’m asking you... what do you know about my boyfriend? How could you say Mark is secretly seeing someone else? D-do you have any pr

CHAPTER 1ANGIE's POV;"You’re getting quite fat, aren’t you, Angie? Your body has changed so much. Look at those rolls—they're practically in three layers. You should go on a proper diet so your boyfriend doesn't leave you for a sexier woman," my aunt remarked as she passed by the table where I sat eating.She was the kind of aunt who was brutally blunt. Whatever she saw, she said, never bothering to hold her tongue.I was currently at a wedding reception; I had received an invitation from my cousin, who had just married her American husband. But here was my aunt, immediately targeting me and criticizing my weight, which had nearly doubled recently."What can I do, Auntie? Eating is one of life’s pleasures. Besides, I don’t think my boyfriend would ever leave me... I’m sure Mark loves me. I know him, Auntie. He’s not the type of man to cheat or get bored easily," I replied, trying to defend my boyfriend.Her message stung. She was implying that I was easily replaceable just because o