Sam decided to take the overtime job today again. Besides, she got nothing to do in Lyza’s house but to slack off in her soft couch. Her office was silent, and the only noise she can hear was the keyboard she’s typing on. Sam’s heart became heavy as usual, and she had gathered up a lot of strength every morning to get out of Lyza’s couch. It has been 4 days since she last seen Zach, and they’re not communicating ever since.
He must have enjoyed a lot with his mistress, eh?
Whenever it flooded his mind, Sam got distracted. Her eyes gone back to the ring she received when Zach proposed the marriage to her, and she chuckled. Why was she still wearing this? Sam leaned back to her swiveling chair, sighing. Looking at the glamorous gem perched at the top of the silver ring, it’s beautiful. Sam knew she was the happiest when she received that ring. She wanted to spend her life with Zach, no matter what happened.
But that day she found out the lipstick stain, every love in her heart dissipated into thin air. Sam was such a woman who’d never become suspicious of Zach, but when the evidence got shoved in front of her nose, Sam’s emotions somersaulted. It was a mix of confusion, anger, and several questions running in just a split second.
Sam touched the cold surface of the ring, smiling sarcastically, “This is such a good memory to forget on.”
She hitched the ring out of her finger, staring at it. Sam furrowed her eyebrows, turning to the trash bin, and didn’t even hesitate to throw it. Sam straightened her collar right away, and looked at her cell phone lighting up. Lyza must have done something to capture the evidence they’re talking about last night.
The truth should come out.
There are a lot of photos she send, and Sam’s heart pounded louder. Something’s wrong. She mustered up the courage to open it up, seeing her text.
From: Lyza Yang
To: Samantha LeeSam, here are the proofs of your boyfriend’s mistress. It’s real and I have confirmed her identity. I’ll tell you later tonight.
Her jaw dropped on the floor as soon as she scrolled down the contents. There was a woman in front of her, and he’s tucking her hair behind her ear. It was a little blurry, but Sam can recognize who that woman was. Tilting her head to one side, she couldn’t help but to feel enraged. It’s similar to a volcano awoken for a thousand times over. The lava will came out as the final piece of information showed up in front of her eyes.
Sam turned off the computer right away, slung her mini bag on her shoulder, and gripped her phone. It’s time for the truth.
…
“It was such a sudden thing that passed in front of my eyes,” Lyza said. They ordered for some noodles and alcohol at their table. Lyza have tried to calm the air down, but Sam’s eyes were desperate. They wanted answers. Lyza opened up her phone once again, licking her lips, and hissed.
“This is too crazy for me, Sam. I suspect it was…”
“Who?” Sam knuckled her fists in her lap. She was hanging at the edge of the cliff, and only one snap, the branch will break into two. She’s going to fall in a pit of darkness, of pain, of not recovering from falling downward. Everything will happen at once.
“I only think of one person who had the same feelings for Zach, and from what I saw, her facial features matched the name I have in mind. It’s… Stacy Lazaro, Sam. The second-in-rank producer alongside Zach.” She knew the name. Sam knew the name so well, and the woman’s hair he tucked in. Sam’s eyes welled with tears, and she couldn’t form the words to say. This is only the proof he’s been cheating behind her back, and she got nothing else to do but to break him up.
Sam froze, her butt must have glued to the stool. Lyza gave the silence she needed. She balled her fists, nearly scraping the skin, raw and fresh. Sam gritted her teeth, remembering that name as the worst person she ever met in her life. She was someone Sam wanted to eradicate in her mind. With Sam’s eyes hurting this time, Lyza felt sad. Her friend leaned her hardships with her boyfriend, as always.
“Are you sure it’s Stacy and not another woman?” She wanted to turn a blind eye, but the pain will make her heart awaken of the reality. Sam should acknowledge this mistake, and if she turned her back and covered her ears, she’s the one who’d suffer. With the truth shoving up in her ears and eyes, she wouldn’t have the time to deny the facts.
“Sam, I’m certain of it. You need to come up in front of Stacy’s door or your boyfriend’s back.” Sam looked at her with glistening eyes. A few moments later, the cook served the noodles and a tray of Soju bottles.
…She’s drunk. Sam’s vision circled in motions, but when she flailed her head to the window, it bumped onto it. Someone was driving her home. Lyza sighed, letting her friend see what Zach had been doing to her. Lyza swiveled her car, waiting for this moment to turn around. Sam flailed her head, recognizing the surroundings where she was at, and asked in a slurry voice, “Where is me…”
“You are inside your car, Sam. I need to bring you in your house,” Lyza said simply.
She indulged a lot of alcohol bottles the moment she came to know about her lover’s mistress. Lyza will help her as much as she can. As they turned the corner, Lyza stepped on the gas pedal. It’s only a few minutes left before they reached the house both Zach and Sam were living. Sam was still unconscious about her surroundings, constantly rubbing her eyes together.
Lyza halted the car right away, and Sam lunged forward. Her hand clasped onto the handle by the top of the car’s door, clearing her throat. Sam bumped the top of her head, hard, and it dazed her back to reality. Puffing her cheeks, she turned to Lyza and to the house they stopped by.
Sam got perplexed as to why they’re here.
“Why are we at my house? I don’t want to…”
“Something’s odd in your home. The lights are turned on,” Lyza rebutted. Sam widened her eyes. She must have sobered enough to realize the lights outside of the pavement were turned on. Someone was inside the home, and it might not be Zach alone. Staring at the front door, she waited until someone got out, but no one made a noise.
“You should sober up a little to confront your boyfriend, Sam. This is getting out of hand if you still turn a blind eye to him. It’s not good.” Lyza unbuckled her seatbelt, and Sam stared at her for a long time. This is too much of a support from her friend. Lyza motioned for her to get out.
“Cmon. You need to know the truth.”
…
Zach and Stacy kissed each other in the bedroom while it is vacant of Sam’s presence. The sheets smelled of another woman, but Stacy didn’t bother at all. Zach was making out with her, and he liked every second of it. Stacy scratched his bare back as he held onto her naked thighs. He soothed his warm palms, and Stacy liked her excitement edging to completeness. Stacy wrapped her legs around his waist. Both of them helped each other to remove their shirts, and Stacy couldn’t feel anything but thrall. Her heart was screaming louder, she’s very aroused. Stacy wanted his little head to be inside her cave.
But when the doorbell rang, they suddenly separated their lips. Zach opened his eyes, turning to the door, whispering, “Who’s going to visit my house this time?”
Stacy’s heart got nervous. Sam was just nearby, and she could come home anytime soon. What has gotten into her mind to let herself inside their house? Stacy hissed, knowing she’s busted, and there’s nothing to get out of here. Stacy pushed Zach out of her body, and he rolled down the bed, topless. Stacy hitched her top at the floor, rushing to get covered.
“You said Sam is going to stay for a few days more in Lyza’s. This is the consequences of our habit,” she snapped. Stacy pulled her pants on, buttoning it up. Zach hurried, too. He didn’t respond, and was the first one to come at the door. Stacy didn’t know where to hide, knowing she should just face Sam.
The doorbell repeated countless times, and Zach couldn’t help but to shout, “Wait up!”
Stacy gritted her teeth. She should help Sam prevail the truth. This is the only time she’d know if Zach truly loves her or not. Stacy waited at the living room, staring at Zach opening the door.
He swiveled it wide. Sam stood there with empty eyes and sad lips. She reeked of alcohol, but Sam’s nose recognized the scent of a women’s perfume.
Sam’s empty eyes landed to Zach’s panicking ones. His hair was tousled, like he was just gotten out of a bewitching love-making session. Standing there, she knew it. There was a silhouette of a woman by Zach’s back, only a distance from the door. Sam chose to ignore it, but her insides crumpled like a paper. It kept on shattering, like someone slammed a sledgehammer. Sam sighed. She waited for Zach to ask the question, but Sam’s not going to respond. She’s not here to come home. She’s here to confront someone. Zach let go of the doorknob, saying, “You’re home.” Sam thought he’s going to ask that question. She thought he’s going to ask if the week is over yet. Sam thought he’s going to push her away because of that damn space, but no. He welcomed her home… with the mistress behind his back. What a brazen act to do. Zach stood there with his stony face. Sam didn’t even form the words, but her eyes speak of loathe. Zach sighed, knowing Sam had seen Stacy. He
1 year ago. Before everything fell apart. “You promised to be with me forever?” It was their 9th anniversary, and they celebrated in the small restaurant by the street of their home. They don’t have time to book somewhere elegant, so they decided to celebrate it simple. Sam and Zach sat down by the table, waiting for their order. The sweet and serene music played over the speakers, adding the cozy and romantic atmosphere in. Sam couldn’t help but to stare at him fixatedly. Zach is the only rest she has known. After 9 years of being with him, she couldn’t help to fall in love further. Everything about him was perfect. Zach sighed, uttering sadly, “I’m sad now, you know.” “Why?” “The rank of my show goes down on like… 100 units. That’s a 20 person lost listeners on our show.” Zach doesn’t want any failure in life, but this doesn’t mean everything he does will lead to a wrong path. Sam understood the statistics of the radi
How could the man she used to spend her days with became a stranger in just one snap? How could the woman he used to kiss at night and cuddle at sleep became a person he’s just going to pass in the street? It all goes back to the top. When the first time they glanced at each other’s eyes, they didn’t know each other well. And now, it all happened again. Zach furrowed his eyebrows, darting his eyes somewhere. He was the first one to back out. Zach couldn’t stand Sam’s empty eyes at him. It was what she usually glimpsed at him. It was how fast the day changes. How fast the stars disappeared at night whenever the sun rises. How fast the sunset began. Sam didn’t even convey a single word and just flapped back the papers in the clipboard. She breathed, her eyes looking straight ahead. Zach didn’t even move an inch, and why does Sam cared? It’s lunchtime. They always run up each other in between of works when 12 o’clock hit the clock
How could the man she used to spend her days with became a stranger in just one snap? How could the woman he used to kiss at night and cuddle at sleep became a person he’s just going to pass in the street? It all goes back to the top. When the first time they glanced at each other’s eyes, they didn’t know each other well. And now, it all happened again. Zach furrowed his eyebrows, darting his eyes somewhere. He was the first one to back out. Zach couldn’t stand Sam’s empty eyes at him. It was what she usually glimpsed at him. It was how fast the day changes. How fast the stars disappeared at night whenever the sun rises. How fast the sunset began. Sam didn’t even convey a single word and just flapped back the papers in the clipboard. She breathed, her eyes looking straight ahead. Zach didn’t even move an inch, and why does Sam cared? It’s lunchtime. They always run up each other in between of works when 12 o’clock hit the clock
Yet, the moment she turned her heel around after buying some coffee, Zach was behind her. She nearly bumped in his chest, holding the coffee steadily. Sam was wearing a cap, and Zach recognized it at once. Sam cleared her throat, pretending he was a stranger, and walked away. Zach didn’t have anything to say and just step forward. It’s nothing to get bothered about. Zach composed himself, and ordered something fast. The barista said he’ll have to wait for a few moments for his coffee. Zach paid at the counter. He was about to chase Sam but she went out of the shop hastily. Zach stood there, sighing. His heart lost a half of it, making him numb, something that is unusual for him. But he stayed strong no matter what. Like a rose wilted inside his heart, he stayed as courageous as he can outside. Of course, Sam wouldn’t be grateful of what happened last time. Who was Zach in her life again? He was once her savior. And it has something to do wit
“I just have some handouts here to bring to the drama department for the trainees. The instructor said to bring it before their duty ends.” Zach couldn’t contain the fear. That time, 11 years ago, wasn’t supposed to leave his mind until now. Zach weren’t a man if he ever made her cry, and it proved one thing for Ethan. It’s such a shame for him to stand at the same bridge as him.“Oh, that sounds great. Are you delivering it yourself?” Ethan wasn’t bringing up the subject at all. It made Zach intimidated. Something about his words meant he doesn’t even care about Zach at all. Sam got betrayed by no other than his longtime boyfriend.“Yeah, Ethan.”“Carry on. I still have some work to do. Good thing we ran at each other. And… I wanted to invite you for dinner later. Top stars, including producers and directors, have a little gathering over there.” Ethan ga
11 years ago.Stacy got called to the office for the supposed theft inside the classroom. She looked down, clutching her hands together, all sweaty and nervous. The teacher prepared some documents in her table, and saw Stacy fiddling with her hands. Her jaw clenched, she looked up to their professor, and the teacher approached her.Sitting down across from her table, Stacy looked up. Ms. Shawn uttered, “I’m sorry, you are the one your classmates are pointing at, so we don’t have a choice but to let you here.”Stacy was flabbergasted. She’s shocked, asking, “Why me? Why does it have to be me?”Ms. Shawn pushed a paper in front of her, and Stacy recognized the phone. She looked at it, trying not to get flustered, but she still did. Swallowing hard, Stacy cleared her throat. She’s careful not to get expelled even if it’s one day. The pressure inside their family was unbearable. She
Sam stopped from typing in her keyboard as she felt a stabbing pain in her chest. She slouched all the time, and that twisted pain came from her sitting position. Sam leaned on the swiveling chair, checking her teammates, and they’re still working. She stretched the back of her neck, tilting it on both sides, and closing her eyes for a moment, tired.The telephone in her desk rang, and it bewildered her. Who would call her in the middle of her last-hour shift? Sam picked it up, and placed it on her ears. Her officemates have gone back to typing, and she wrote something in her clipboard.“Hello, this is Ms. Samantha Lee. What can I do for you?”…She ran in the hallway. It has been two hours that passed after Zach got delivered to the ambulance. His car accident notified her right away through a phone call 10 minutes ago. Sam left the office without saying goodbye, reached her speed limit, drove the car away even if it&