Chasing His Runaway Wife

“Marry me. That’s the only way to make your parents back off.” Carlo stood right in front of me, his voice low and desperate, his dark eyes pleading as if his whole world hung on my answer. I could see the fear etched on his face the fear that I might say no, that I might be forced into a fate neither of us could bear. But my heart ached, heavy and broken, as I shook my head slowly. “Carlo… I love you, truly. But only the way a little sister loves her big brother. I care for you deeply, but that doesn’t mean I can make you happy. What if I can never give you the kind of love you deserve?” My voice was flat, hollow, drained of all warmth just like how I’d felt for as long as I could remember. There was no light in my eyes, no spark left in my soul years of being invisible had stripped every bit of color from my life. He took a step closer, closing the small gap between us until his face was only inches from mine. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin, steady and fa

Dahan- dahan kung pinikit ang mga mata ko refusing to see what I've seen inside, sinubukan kung tumayo, my hands on my belly, my feet buckled my mom strikes really hurt me to the core as I gather my stuff ready to leave I saw Carlo standing behind me holding and umbrella his face twisted he carried me into his arms and throw my stuff away "You don't need it, I'll buy you new one" he said, turning away, my parents didn't even notice that I have been taken away not with traffickers but to my dear husband. He brought me into his home, a huge expensive villa, sobrang yaman talaga nila, even the sofa is a gold pale, massive hallways, expensive chandeliers and a dozen of maids lining up, this is like a royalty my parents is rich it's true but not this kind of rich, it's amazing, and really tempted, tumitig ako kay Carlo as he dry my hair into the towel, I smiled "Carlo, is my great choice, here I'm safe and protected" aniya ko sa aking isipan. Then came the moment they descended the gra

The next day, I headed straight to the city’s most upscale mall, my mind already set on finding the perfect gift for Carlo. I wandered toward the men’s luxury section, browsing through racks of fine clothing until my gaze landed on a sharp, tailored American tuxedo. For a split second, I considered it until I remembered our walk-in closet back home was already lined with dozens just like it. He hardly needed another.Moving on, my attention settled on the display of neckties. Each one was crafted from the finest, softest fabrics, designed by world-renowned fashion houses. After running my fingers over a few and checking their details, I picked out two that suited Carlo’s taste best.As the saleslady was wrapping my purchase, someone suddenly gave my shoulder a light, playful pinch. I turned around in surprise and broke into a bright smile the moment I recognized the woman standing behind me. It was Yuki Salbador, my oldest and dearest childhood friend.Yuki came from one of the most

Every time Carlo and I fought, he would never let me sleep in the guest room. No matter how tense or angry things got, he always found a way to pull me back, to keep me close. But tonight, for the first time, he simply nodded and let me go without another word, without following me, without even glancing back.My throat tightened, and before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face. Why this sudden change? Why is he becoming so distant all at once? A terrifying thought crept into my mind Does he not love me anymore?“No!” I whispered fiercely, shaking my head. “That can’t be true.” But the fear lingered like a shadow. If I lost him, who would I even be? Where would I go? Where did I belong if not by his side? My mind spun with these haunting questions, yet deep down, I refused to give up. I had to find a way—any way—to save this marriage before it fell apart completely.The next day, I met my friend Yuki in our favorite spot beneath the old oak tree in the park. People often s

The room was dimly lit, only the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting warm golden shadows across the sheets. Every touch, every kiss, felt like a promise being sealed erasing the cold distance of the past weeks and replacing it with something raw, real, and unbreakable.Carlo’s lips traveled from my mouth down to my jawline, leaving a trail of burning warmth in their wake, then lower to the sensitive curve of my neck. The light pressure of his teeth grazing my skin made my back arch off the mattress, a soft, breathless sound escaping my throat. His hand that had slipped beneath my nightgown moved with deliberate slowness, his fingers brushing lightly over my inner thigh, sending waves of tingling pleasure straight to my core.For three years, our marriage had felt like a formal arrangement respectful, distant, and devoid of this kind of hunger. I had always thought he saw me only as a wife on paper, someone to share a home with but not a heart or a body. But tonight, the way he looke