Mag-log in“We missed all of you!” he chimed cheerfully. “We missed you too, buddy,” Dino called out, stepping forward with a wide, excited grin. “We even built hammocks and a treehouse at the orchard. You should check them out later.” “Yey! We have a treehouse and hammock!” Atlas’s face lit up instantly,
Four years later— The convoy slowed as it entered Sta. Cristina, the once-quiet town now alive with movement and color. Gone were the uneven dirt roads. In their place stretched smooth pathways that wound through thriving fields—rows upon rows of crops swaying beneath the sun, their greens deeper,
The wedding celebration slowly softened as the sun dipped behind the mountains of Sta. Cristina. Laughter still lingered in the front yard of the humble Greene home—warm, unrestrained, filled with the joy of a union long awaited. But somewhere between the laughter and the fading light—Cassie and A
A breath. “Every day.” Her smile deepened through her tears. “Every lifetime.” Their gazes remained locked—quiet, unwavering—despite the swell of applause rising around them. It filled the chapel, warm and thunderous, echoing against the wooden walls. Pride shone in the men’s eyes, steady and u
"Cassie…” His voice came out quieter than anyone had ever heard it—stripped of authority, stripped of control. Just Ashton. Just a man standing before the woman he loved. After her slow, soulful walk toward him… after Eliseo and Celia had gently, tearfully placed her hand in his— He held her now.
Cassie allowed herself to be pulled forward, though her expression remained stunned, her mind still trying to grasp the sheer extravagance hidden beneath what she thought was simplicity. Behind her, Eliseo and Carmel exchanged a glance. Then, almost in unison, their gazes drifted back to the gown.
As though the scandal had never happened. As though three years hadn’t torn everything apart. “Ordering,” he replied with a shrug, looking at me as if I were being unreasonable. My fingers curled tightly in my lap as I struggled to steady my breathing. “How can you be so sure I want to eat with
"Cassidy?” I stiffened at the sound of my name—that voice. My body froze, every muscle drawn taut, as if I’d been caught mid-breath. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even breathe properly. My lungs seized while my heart slammed violently against my ribs. It’s just your imagination, I told myself desp
“Dithy, Kai, Dada… dithy… Kai,” he complained dramatically, pressing his small hands to his head—yet smiling so wide it gave him away. “My silly, adorable boy…” Still laughing, Drie pulled him close, wrapping him in a warm hug to steady him while Kai rested against his chest, giggling softly as th
"Wowk, Mama? No Kai come?” My two-and-a-half-year-old son stood near the bed, watching me fold clothes into the open suitcase. His small lips puckered into an unmistakable pout, brows knitting together in mild distress. “Yes, my little prince,” I said softly. “Mama has to work. And Prince Kai has







