She lives a life that isn’t truly hers, with a past she’s never questioned, and a man who claims to be her husband. But when she’s hired to care for a stranger’s child, something stirs—familiar eyes, a voice that tugs at her soul, and a home that feels too much like memory. Unseen beneath calm waters lie truths long buried. He’s been waiting for her return. In a world where love can be forgotten, will the heart remember what the mind cannot?
Lihat lebih banyak“Sumasakit pa ba ang ulo mo? Nag-aalala ako,” a man’s voice.
I looked up at him, staring at his concerned face. Ngumiti lang ako at hinawakan ang kamay niyang nakahawak sa akin. “Okay lang ako, don’t worry.” “Napapadalas na naman ang pag sakit ng ulo mo,” he said. He let out a deep sigh and kissed my forehead. Little by little, I’m getting used to his presence, his kisses, his touch. Sa mga tao rito ay siya lang ang taong pinag kakatiwalaan ko. When I woke up, he’s the man who was with me the whole time. Because he is my husband, that’s what he says. I stared at the ring I’m wearing. As I stared at it, I could feel this unfamiliar emotion that was lingering in me. It feels… sad. Maybe it’s because of the trauma? It’s been five years since the accident. Vince was the one who patiently answered all of my questions, my curiosity. Mabait siyang tao, maalaga, at mapagmahal. Kaya siguro siya ang napangasawa ko. He’s the one who took care of me, who guided me the whole time I was suffering. He’s the only family I have. My parents were already gone when I was a teenager. Si Vince na lang ang kasama ko ngayon. “Vince? Matagal ka pa ba riyan?” I asked him and watched him cook. “Malapit na, maupo ka na at paghahandaan kita ng pagkain.” “No it’s fine, ako na.” I helped him prepare for our dinner. “Mabuti at marami kayong nahuling isda?” tanong ko habang pinapanood siyang mag lagay ng pagkain sa plate ko. He’s a fisherman. We’re living near the sea, iyon ang minsan na trabaho ni Vince. I’m content with our life, it’s peaceful. Hindi kami mapera pero maayos kaming namumuhay. I’m also working as a waitress. Hindi malaki ang kita pero sapat na. I want to help Vince with our finances. “Elora. Hindi mo ba tatanggapin ang offer ko?” tanong ni Mrs. Trinidad. I almost remember her offer, a big offer. Muli kong pinag isipan iyon. “If you accept it, it will change your life. At… matutulungan mo na rin si Vince. Minsan lang ang offer na ganito, don’t lose the chance. Hindi ba ay kailangan ni Vince ng opera?” I nodded. I fell into deep thought over what he said. Vince needed surgery for his shoulder because there was something wrong with it. But we didn’t have any money. Mrs. Trinidad’s offer could help us a lot. To become the babysitter of the child of a wealthy businessman. She said he was extremely rich—and that this opportunity could help us rise in life. He’s willing to give a high salary. And I’m willing to grab this opportunity. Madali na lang ang mag-alaga ng bata, I’m actually fond of kids. I love kids, I used to give a free tutor to the kids in our street. “Tatanggapin ko po, Mrs. Trinidad. Sasabihan ko lang ang asawa ko. Kailangan din po kasing lumuwas sa Manila kaya hindi madali.” She smiled and clapped. She looked so happy that I finally accepted it. The satisfaction in her face is visible. “I’m glad! Well, it will not disappoint you, Elora. This will change your life! I promise, gaganda at magbabago ang buhay mo.” When I finally got back home, I saw Vince resting. Umupo ako sa tabi ng sofa kung nasaan siya. “How are you? Pagod ba? Magpahinga ka na,” he stood up and sat beside me. “Ayos lang ako. Can I ask you something?” He nodded and caressed my face. “Dito na ba tayo nakatira… bago tayo ikasal?” I asked, which surprised him. He just didn’t expect it. He sighed and stopped caressing my face. He looked at me with a serious face. He’s like this everytime I asked him a question about the past. He looked away and answered me without facing me. “No. We live in a City, Elora. But living there… It's hard and messy. Payapa rito.” I nodded. “Mrs. Trinidad offered me a job, right? What do you think? Maybe this could help us–” “Elora. I can provide. You don’t need that. Paano kung mapahamak ka?” He turned to me as if the topic was unfavoured to him. Hindi ko na siya kinulit. I never expected that the day would come when strange men—men I didn’t even know—would come to our house. Their purpose was to see Vince. Vince didn’t allow me to show myself to them. He looked troubled, like something heavy was bothering him. I had no idea what was going on, and he clearly had no intention of explaining anything to me, even if I tried asking. He always just said he wanted me to be safe. I don’t know if it’s wrong to feel this way because he’s my husband, but… it’s starting to feel suffocating. It’s as if he’s hiding me… for unknown reason. I understand—he doesn’t want me to get hurt. But after all these years of always being kept in the shadows… it gets tiring. It gets exhausting. I’m always relying on him for everything—and I don’t want that anymore. “I need to leave… just for months. I just need to fix things, Lor. Don’t worry, I’ll come back. Just stay here and wait for me,” he said, taking his backpack. He pulled me a hug and kissed my forehead. “Who are the people who came yesterday? Are they loansharks? Did you do anything wrong?” gulong gulo ako. “No, they’re just… someone I know. May kailangan lang akong gawin. Babalik ako. Take care of yourself and stay here.” I sighed and let him go. Days have passed, Vince sent a message yesterday asking if I’m okay. I’m just staring at the sea. Mrs. Trinidad caught my attention. She smiled and gave me a small envelope. “Take care, Elora. And enjoy! Ako na ang bahala sayo. Sige na at baka mahuli ka pa.” I nodded. “Thanks Mrs. Trinidad.” I took the envelope. Inside is money and a ticket for my transportation. My decision is final. I will accept Mrs. Trinidad’s job offer—without Vince knowing. There’s something inside me pushing me to do this. It’s final—I'm going to be the babysitter of the son of one of the richest men in the“I won’t let you do that to her!” A man’s voice thundered somewhere near me, sharp and full of restrained anger.I forced my eyes open. Pain flared everywhere at once—my ribs, my head, my arms—like knives pressing from the inside out. Every breath scraped through my chest. Slowly, bits of memory returned. The crash. The smoke. The woman in heels.Was it really an accident? Or had it all been planned?“Then get her!” a woman screamed back, her voice jagged with hatred. “Get her out of this d*mn place! Far from my man! Far from my Aaron!”I blinked hard, my vision a muddy blur of shadows. Madilim ang paligid. Everything smelled of gasoline and iron. My skin stuck to the leather seat where blood had dried. My head lolled to one side and I realized—I was still in the car. Somehow, after losing consciousness, I had been moved but never saved.“That’s my actual plan,” the man shot back. His voice vibrated with rage but also something else—control, like he was holding himself back. “And you
I stayed watching the trees dance in the wind, their branches bent and swaying like people moving slowly in a crowd. I breathed in deeply and closed my eyes, letting the cold air hit my skin. It felt alive against my face, a small, sharp reminder that I was still breathing. I felt Aaron’s warm arms wrap around me from behind. His hug was quiet and steady, the kind that made the chaos in my head seem smaller for a moment. I smiled and leaned into him. “This feels nice,” I said, my voice soft. He kissed the top of my head and nodded. “It is nice. Aren’t you cold?” he asked, that gentle worry in his tone that always made me feel cared for. I shook my head and gave him a small smile. Days of remembering the dark past weren’t easy. Facing those moments felt heavy—the kind of trouble that sits in your chest and makes everything else blur around the edges. My therapist had said it was a sign that my memory was trying to work through the pain, that remembering was part of healing even when
I gasped harshly as I opened my eyes. Air rushed into me like I’d been underwater for too long. Mabigat ang paghinga ko at agad na bumangon mula kama. My whole body shook with the memory of impact even before my mind had caught up. Aaron went to me, worried. Mabilis ang paghinga ko at agad na yumakap sa kaniya. “That was… terrifying.” I groaned and took a deep breath. The word barely covers the cold that slid down my spine. “Breathe, baby. Inhale slowly and exhale. I’m here, I’m here,” he said, making me calm. His voice is steady and that steadiness is steadier than anything I feel inside. Mariin akong pumikit at inalala ang mga nangyari. Images came in sharp fragments — glass, light, then nothing. I took my time breathing. Aaron was with me until I calmed down and relaxed. I counted breaths with him like a lifeline. I looked at him and leaned on his body, letting my body rest on him. For a moment the world contracted to the two of us and the rhythm of his heartbeat under my cheek
I stared at my son who just got back to sleep. His little chest rising and falling like that is the only thing that makes sense right now. Aaron and I aren't still talking. The silence between us is louder than any argument I've had. I took a deep breath and walked out of Azi's room and headed to our room. Every step felt heavy, as if the house itself were reminding me of what happened. Aaron doesn't want to go to work because of me, because we're still not okay but he doesn't have a choice but to do so since the company has a problem. I hate that his duty pulls him away when all I want is to hold on. I sighed when I remembered myself being cold to him earlier when he was about to go. I can still feel the hardness in my voice; it sits on my tongue like regret. “You should go, Aaron. We can just talk when you got home,” I said coldly without looking at him. The words came out easier than I expected — a shield more than an answer. I heard him sighed. “Please, baby. I can't go like t
“Elora, please… let’s talk properly. Let’s not shout. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was working the whole day–” I gasped harshly, the air cutting painfully through my lungs, and rubbed my face with my palms in frustration. My chest tightened as if my heart wanted to burst out. “Oh, d*mn it, Aaron! Do not fool me! You did call me! You did call me, but what did I hear?!” My voice broke, harsh and trembling, filled with pain and disbelief. My hand shook as I pointed a finger at him, my body burning with anger. “You, having sex with someone?!” I spat the words like poison. He looked at me, utterly confused, brows furrowed and shaking his head in disbelief. His eyes searched mine like he was begging me to see his truth. “Elora, that’s not it. I wasn’t doing that with somebody else, never.” His tone was soft but firm, desperate, filled with sincerity that clawed at the edges of my rage. But it wasn’t enough. His words bounced against the storm inside me. My ears could hear
I was lying in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, the silence of midnight pressing down on me. The house was too quiet, yet my mind screamed loud enough to drown everything out. Aaron still hadn’t come home. Every tick of the clock only deepened the wound inside me, convincing me more and more that what I had heard earlier was real.The sound of that woman’s voice echoed again in my memory, sharp and merciless. The way she moaned his name—it was carved into my skull, mocking me, stabbing me over and over until I could barely breathe. My heart bled every time the memory replayed, and the more I tried to deny it, the heavier the betrayal grew inside me.I pressed my fists tightly against my chest, as though I could hold myself together before I exploded. Rage was building, spreading like wildfire in my veins. The longer I lay there, the more it consumed me, until I could no longer recognize where the hurt ended and the anger began.When the door creaked open, my body stiffened. His f
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