Across the pale evening sky, St. XXX church loomed with its towering spire pointing to heaven as if in silent prayer. Inside, the air was cool and mellowed with the sweet tones of incense, a reminder of sacred ceremonies that had been held in the place. Her heart pounding in her chest, Bettina sounded along the stone floor as she walked with a purpose down the nave of the church.
Father Henry was at the altar on his knees in deep meditation. Shadows from the flickering candlelight danced against his serene face, bringing clarity into the cool resolution of his eyes. He did not hear Bettina as she approached him, and it was not until she almost stood beside him that he noticed her presence in the stillness of the sacredness about them.
"Father Henry," she called out sharply, her voice cutting through the air like a knife.
Henry turned, a look of surprise crossing his features before he composed himself. "Miss Bettina, what brings you here at this hour?"
Bettina took a deep breath, steadying herself. "We need to talk," she said firmly. "About Khana."
Henry nods his head and leads the way to the confession room. So, they can have a proper conversation.
Bettina squared her shoulders, determination etched in every line of her face. "I know she has been coming to see you," she began. "I know you have been spending time together, and I'm here to tell you it has to stop."
Henry's eyes narrowed slightly, but he remained silent, waiting for her to continue.
"Khana is my friend," Bettina said, her voice trembling with emotion. "But she doesn't know what she is getting herself into. Her family. her family is everything to her. Their business is their life, their legacy. If she gets involved with you, it will destroy everything they worked for."
Bettina went on, "My family will no longer cooperate with their business. My family will take over their family business. If you don't want her to suffer, then persuade her to marry my cousin."
Henry finds it hard to respond. He simply listened to whatever Bettina would say. He was deeply wounded, but what else can he do? It was faith that played with their life.
"Khana's family runs one of the most reputable businesses in the city. They have worked for generations to build it. If word gets out that she's involved with a priest, it will ruin them. People will talk, and clients will leave. The scandal will destroy everything they’ve worked for. And, you will banned from the Vatican, if you value your profession, stop giving her hope."
Henry's expression turned grim. "I'm aware of the potential consequences, but I assure you, I never gave her hope. It was your friend who couldn't understand our situation."
Bettina laughed bitterly. "Tell that to the marine. Why would you be in her house that morning? You could have met in this church. You know she is engaged to my cousin! Richard has been in love with Khana for years, and they were meant to be together. Your presence is driving a wedge between them. You’re not just playing with Khana's heart, you’re jeopardizing her future, her family's livelihood, and hurting someone who loves her deeply."
Bettina's tone softened slightly, sensing his inner turmoil. She firmly added, "You have a choice, Father. You can save her from a world of pain. You can protect her and Richard from heartbreak. But you need to step back. Let her go."
Even though Henry didn't want to cry, his heart ached. He thought he was ready to let Khana go, but thinking about Khana getting married to someone she doesn't love wholeheartedly makes him sad. They had the right love back then but at the wrong time. Now, everything is wrong.
Henry looked away, the burden of his vows and his feelings for Khana warring within him. He had dedicated his life to serving God, but his connection with Khana was undeniable. Yet, Bettina's words made it clear: his path would lead only to destruction for the woman he cared about.
A tear fell from his eyes as he swore to drive her away. He had told her many times to let go, but she kept coming back. He can't help but question himself, 'What if she doesn't come back?'
His mind reminds him, 'Isn't it the right thing? If she doesn't come back, then everything will be in place.'
After a long silence, Henry nodded slowly. "I understand, Bettina. I will do what needs to be done."
There was a moment of silence engulfed between them. Suddenly, Bettina broke the silence. She heaved a heavy breath and uttered, "You may think of me as the antagonist, but I'm doing what is right. You are a priest, you should have known better what is good and evil."
"You can blame me if you want. God knows how much I did my best to convince her to let go of our past. I warned her many times, but she kept her ears closed. You better talk to her as well, and give her senses back," Henry replied.
Bettina did not argue. She knew her friend was a wild thing. When Khana is in love, she'll do anything to get it. Richard managed to convince Khana back then, but seeing how crazy her friend is nowadays, she wouldn't be surprised if Khana took the rough path just to have what she desires. The only thing that Khana gets weakened is her pity for something.
Bettina's shoulders relaxed a little, and her body's tension washed from her like a gush of water. She cleared her throat and replied, "Thank you, Father. Remember, this is for the best. I expect you to cooperate with me."
Without another word, Bettina opened the door of the confession room. She turned and strode down the aisle, her footsteps echoing off the cavernous space.
On the other hand, Henry stayed in the confession room and left only upon hearing a click of heels approaching the main door of the church. The priest stood at the altar, still staring at the flickering candles, as the weight of his decision seemed to settle heavily upon him.
As the door in the church closed behind Bettina, Henry whispered a silent prayer, seeking strength and guidance for the days to come. He knew what he had to do, but it would be the hardest thing he ever had to face.
On the other hand, Bettina smirked and mumbled, "Since pity is her weakness. I shall do something about it. I'll make their wedding possible by hook or by crook."
Henry was in the middle of a conversation with one of the nuns when a woman caught his eye. She wore a yellow sundress with white sandals, her long blonde hair cascading down her back, lips painted a bold red. Her presence was striking and familiar."Father...""Excuse me for a while, sister," says Henry.The nun nodded and left. Then, the priest walked in the lady's direction. He warmly greeted her, "What brings you here, Serina?"Henry looked around to ensure no one was around, still hesitant he asked, "How is she?""I heard she won the trial. I thought she'd be happy with Richard. I thought she'd live the best life with the man who loves her and can provide a wealthy life for her," Henry added, watching the clouds move.Serina took a breath before responding. "She's living with Kharl now. She divorced Richard.""I'm glad to hear she's out of danger now," says Henry, relieved after confirming the news."I bet she doesn't want to see me anymore. She'll always think being near me will
The courthouse was crowded, and the heavy weight of judgment and anticipation felt as if it would kill Khana. Whispers passed with the blade of knives in the air. The glances sent her way seeded contempt and hate. "Wretched wife," someone hissed from the back. "Shameless," whispered another. The words seemed to resound louder, filling the room: whore, traitor, unfit mother.Khana clenched her fists to help block out the hateful murmurs. Her gaze flickered over to Richard, who sat tall and composed on the other side of the courtroom. He looked every inch the wronged husband: calm, almost handsome. He was only making the public support him so much. Now Khana could really feel the weight of the room's collective disapproval bearing down on her, crushing what little resolve she had left.The banging of the gavel jolted her out of her reverie. The judge was an old woman who was strict and unyielding. "The court is in session," she said. "First up for today's docket will be the charge again
Khana sensed that something terrible was on the horizon, a storm brewing that would soon crash into her life. The court hearing for her divorce was approaching faster than she had anticipated, and with it, the overwhelming weight of judgment and loss. Anxiety gnawed at her, and each passing day felt like a countdown to disaster.Then, it came. A loud crash from downstairs snapped her out of her thoughts, sending her heart racing. Voices—angry, furious voices—echoed through the house. Her body went cold as she recognized the sound. Richard’s parents had arrived.As she descended the staircase, Khana’s legs felt like they were made of lead. She was nearly at the bottom when Richard's mother, Karylle, stormed toward her, grabbing her roughly by the arm and pulling her down the final steps. Khana gasped in shock, stumbling to the floor.Richard helped his wife stand up, it was never his intention to see Khana hurt. He was surprised as well, he never had seen how violent his mother would be
Richard paced the living room, and his fury was evident in every tense step he had taken.Meanwhile, Khana stood across the room, her pulse racing, her mind filled with dread. She had seen Richard angry before, but there was something different about this time—his anger felt more dangerous, more unhinged.She knew one aggravating move or thing she said, and everything could spiral out of control quickly.The room was suffocating in its silence, the weight of their unresolved conflict hanging heavy between them. Just when it seemed like Richard might explode, the doorbell rang, cutting through the tension like a blade.Khana's body jolted at the sound, as though she had been yanked back from the edge of a cliff. Moments later, a woman stepped inside, her heels clicking sharply on the marble floor."Richard, I hope I didn't come at the wrong time?"Richard’s lips curled into a smirk. "You just came at the right time, Chloe. Have you contacted the lawyer you recommend? I need to file adul
Khana wasted no time, she ran to the telephone, her fingers trembling while dialing Serina's number. Her heart beats crazy when she tells her friend about Richard's threat."You need to find a way to warn Henry. Richard left the house, saying he'd kill him."The line crackled for a moment, and then a familiar voice answered."Hello?""H-Henry?"Khana was surprised when a familiar voice reached her ears. She was puzzled. Why did the priest have Serina's cell phone?"Are you with Serina right now?" Khana asked."No. She left this phone to me and returned to the city with you.""Listen to me. Richard might be heading there, or he might hire people to harm you. Take care of yourself.""W-What's going on? Are you okay?" Henry asked after realizing the lady's voice was unsteady. Concern is evident in his voice. He could sense the urgency in Khana's tone as if she were teetering on the edge of something dangerous.Before Khana could reply, a loud bang of the door interrupted. She clutched th
Richard grabbed his wife by the wrist and dragged her to the car. He instructed his men to get the baby from Serina.Richard’s grip tightened as he dragged Khana towards the car, his face a mask of fury. The baby’s cries pierced the air, desperate and loud. But as Richard cradled Kharl in his arms, the baby stopped crying, his tiny face lighting up in a smile."Give Kharl to me. I'll feed him," says Khana in a bitter tone. She sat at a distance, leaving one space between them in the passenger seat."Planning to run away again? Did Serina tell you I found your whereabouts? Did you think you could escape?" Richard uttered with a fierce look."I'm not running away. I was about to return, but hell sent you there before I could leave," Khana shot back."You mean you're going home?" Richard's eyes softened slightly, misreading her words."Yes," Khana replied.Richard misunderstood it and thought his wife was finally coming back. He smiled, caressed Khana's hand, and uttered, "Please forgive