LOGINIt was my last day in the hospital, and I was getting discharged today. I was surprised when my father came and visited me.
"Can I talk to you, child?" His voice, hesitant as he stood in the doorway, asking quietly.
My gaze flickered to Cedric Miguel and signaled him to leave us for a while because my husband seemed to have no intention of leaving me. He stood firm, an unspoken battle raging in his eyes. I knew what he was thinking. He knew, as did I, the likely motive behind this sudden visit. We assumed that my father was only here to plead for Leanna, but I still wanted to give him a chance to speak to me out of respect because he was still my father. With a silent request, I urged Cedric to grant us this moment. Glad I convinced him so he gently tapped my shoulder and whispered that he would be outside my room and would wait. I nodded immediately for him to leave so Dad and I could be alone.
"Why did you come here, Dad?" The question trembled on my lip
I was raised in a world where desires were instantly gratified, where my family's wealth and power could procure anything, including the affections of any woman who caught my eye. For a long time, I believed love was a fleeting fancy, a simple attraction destined to fade into boredom. The older generation only romanticized it, painting it as something profound, but I saw it as mere infatuation or, at best, obsession. Perhaps true love existed in some bygone era, but I was convinced it had been eroded by modern life. I admit I had doubts about it. If there are people who can love so long without being reciprocated, I say it might be an obsession. Haven't known someone like that though because love for me is like the course of life, constantly changing and uncertain. I'm not saying I don't believe it though, because in the back of my mind, I believe it's true and that deep kind of love still exists, but so rare nowadays. A good example is my parents because I’ve seen how they love, va
It was my last day in the hospital, and I was getting discharged today. I was surprised when my father came and visited me."Can I talk to you, child?" His voice, hesitant as he stood in the doorway, asking quietly.My gaze flickered to Cedric Miguel and signaled him to leave us for a while because my husband seemed to have no intention of leaving me. He stood firm, an unspoken battle raging in his eyes. I knew what he was thinking. He knew, as did I, the likely motive behind this sudden visit. We assumed that my father was only here to plead for Leanna, but I still wanted to give him a chance to speak to me out of respect because he was still my father. With a silent request, I urged Cedric to grant us this moment. Glad I convinced him so he gently tapped my shoulder and whispered that he would be outside my room and would wait. I nodded immediately for him to leave so Dad and I could be alone."Why did you come here, Dad?" The question trembled on my lip
I awoke to a stark white room, every surface reflecting a sterile, unfamiliar light. A throbbing ache pulsed through my head, mirroring the dull pain that enveloped my body. As my vision cleared, I saw Cedrick Miguel, his face etched with worry, his eyes reflecting a deep, palpable fear. Beside him stood his parents, their expressions mirroring his anxiety. And then I saw Kaycee, Aunt Eleanor, Jimena, and Inigo gathered on the other side of my bed; it was comforting and dreamlike to see them all there.Was I dreaming? It seemed impossible that they were all here, united in this sterile space, their concern focused solely on me. I blinked my eyes several times, thinking I was just hallucinating, but I still saw their faces looking at me."Baby," Cedrick's voice was thick with emotion, "thank God you're awake. How do you feel? Does anything hurt?" He asked in rapid succession.I remained silent, lost in the fog of confusion, struggling to grasp the reality until I
That day, I visited Kaycee's apartment because I had missed her and I wanted to spend more time with her. I filed a half-day leave from work, and my husband allowed it. He told me to have fun with my friend, and we agreed that he would just pick me up after work. Lately, a storm of cravings had been raging within me. I craved weird food and my appetite had become even stronger. My kind friend promised to cook my favorite food so that's why I rushed to her apartment and visited her there. We had a great time eating and talking. I stayed in the apartment for almost five hours, and Kaycee and I did nothing but have fun and chat. It was almost six o'clock when Cedrick Miguel texted that he would be late in picking me up because of an important meeting. I decided to just take a taxi home so I wouldn't be a bother. Kaycee offered to take me home, but I refused. The thought of burdening Kaycee gnawed at me so I opted for a taxi, that would be more convenient for me I guess. Kaycee just dec
The next day hit me out of nowhere. I was at my desk, lost in spreadsheets, when Leanna burst through my office door. No knock, no warning — just her, with eyes red and puffy from crying and rage, storming straight at me.“You shameless bitch!” She screamed so loud my ears rang. “You took everything from me! You slut!”Before I could react, she grabbed my hair so hard my head snapped back, and her nails raked across my face. Shock by the sudden attack — I couldn’t prepare to defend myself, couldn’t stop her or back away. I tried to push her off, but she was stronger than I thought; one second I was in my chair, the next we were crashing to the floor. I felt a sharp pain in my back, but before I could catch my breath, her hand slammed across my cheek.“You’re so damn shameless!” She spat the words, her face inches from mine . “You actually married him! I’ll kill you, you bitch!” she yelled, furiously.Rage consumed her as she kept hitting me. I scratched a
At first, my Dad was surprised to see me with Cedrick Miguel. They were already sitting at the reserved table when we arrived. Dad’s face hardened the second he saw Cedrick beside me while Allyssa smiled warmly at us. I kissed Dad and my sister, and Cedrick Miguel respectfully greeted them. He pulled out my chair before sitting next to me, and I felt his fingers find mine under the table the moment we sat down.We ordered quietly, the silence thick with tension, until Dad finally spoke. “May I know why you called to meet with Cedrick Miguel, Gav?” His voice was sharp and firm. I felt Cedrick Miguel’s grip tighten, then gently press mine, as if to let me know he was just right there with me."Why are you two together anyway? Didn’t you break up?" Confusion and anger were evident in my father’s eyes.“Gav and I never broke up, Sir,” Cedrick said, his voice soft but unwavering.“Dad, please. Let Gav talk.” Allyssa’s voice was gentle and encouraging. She look







