It was ten o’clock in the evening again when Van came home. That, too, was nothing new. Somehow, she had gotten used to him returning late at night. She had stopped asking questions because he always gave the same answer.
“I went out with some clients.”
And she believed him. Of course she did. She knew her husband would never lie to her.
“Would you like something to eat?” she asked as he entered through the front door. Unlike the past few nights, Van didn’t smell of alcohol. And he didn’t seem upset.
He even gave her a faint smile.
“You waited up again,” he said.
She tightened the belt of her silk robe. She had been cold for a
It was ten o’clock in the evening again when Van came home. That, too, was nothing new. Somehow, she had gotten used to him returning late at night. She had stopped asking questions because he always gave the same answer.“I went out with some clients.”And she believed him. Of course she did. She knew her husband would never lie to her.“Would you like something to eat?” she asked as he entered through the front door. Unlike the past few nights, Van didn’t smell of alcohol. And he didn’t seem upset.He even gave her a faint smile.“You waited up again,” he said.She tightened the belt of her silk robe. She had been cold for a
It was Sunday the next day, and they should have been in Palawan by now, probably swimming in the resort pool, if only she hadn’t made that reckless decision the other day.Since they were no longer able to go on vacation, Demani began wondering if maybe she could invite her husband to join the Sunday family get-together instead.That morning, they sat together at the dining table. Van, quiet and composed, settled into his usual seat. He was dealing with a terrible hangover when he woke up, but still, he had gotten up, walked around, and prepared himself for the day.He opened the newspaper as he always did, took small sips from the cup of coffee she made, and ate his breakfast without saying much.It looked like a typical morning.
It was a little past one in the morning when Demani heard the sound of her husband’s car pulling up. She rushed to the front door, eager to meet him. But after several minutes of waiting, the door still hadn’t opened.Frowning, she turned the knob and stepped outside. She walked toward the garage, and what she saw confused her even more. Van was standing by the side of his car. His hands were resting on the roof, his head bowed. The engine was off, but the driver’s door remained open.She approached him, worry tightening in her chest. She had only taken a few steps when she heard Van let out a low groan.Her brows furrowed.Was he hurt?A terrifying thought crossed her mind. What if he ha
Demani reached out to her husband, hoping to embrace him and let him feel how much she loved him. She wanted him to know that he was important to her, that she cared for him, that her heart belonged to him entirely. She also wanted to promise that what had happened would not happen again. That even she was growing tired of how Coreen was treating her own life.But just as she was about to touch him, Van gently pulled away and avoided her hand."Never mind, Demani. I know that no matter what I say, it'll go in one ear and out the other. You know I understand and love you, so you think this is okay. Let's not talk for now, or I might say something I regret."She could not respond. Van turned off the lamp and faced away from her.Feeling utterly crushed and defeated, Demani
Demani cautiously turned the knob and pushed open the door to their bedroom that night. Her heart pounded as she stepped inside. She had just come back from the hospital where Coreen had been admitted, and now, thankfully, her cousin was resting. It was already ten in the evening, and she knew Van was likely inside, waiting for her.She felt a deep unease creeping into her chest. She didn’t know what kind of mood Van would be in or how he would react to everything that had happened. And that scared her.Earlier that afternoon, right before leaving for the hospital, Demani had tried to reach Van. She had called him twice, but both attempts went unanswered. Then she remembered he had back-to-back meetings that day, three major ones, in fact. It was entirely possible that he didn’t have his phone with him during the meetings.So she sent him a message instead. In the text, she told him that Coreen h
Demani began neatly arranging the clothes she and her husband would bring for their trip to Palawan. He would arrive at five in the afternoon to pick her up. They were leaving that night, and she could hardly wait to spend time with her husband and finally relax after such a long stretch of routine.The last time they went away together was right after their wedding. Their honeymoon. And that was never followed by another trip.Van had been busy with work, busy with the company. And she had no problem with that. She understood. She never complained because it was also for their future as a family.Besides... even without weekend getaways or luxurious vacations, Van never made her feel unloved.She was always cherished.