Mag-log inBetty’s POV Should I let myself feel this? I looked at him. He was already looking at me, waiting for the selfie, that soft smile still on his face. The city lights were shining behind him and for it all felt quiet and safe.But I know I get attached too easily. One look, one soft moment, and my heart starts acting like it still has a place here. He’s my best friend… or at least he used to be. We barely even chat most days, yet somehow I dropped everyone else just to keep space open for him. My lips parted when he pulled me up on that terrace. “Smile, Betty. Smile!” I did. First clip: his hand on my waist. Second: I hugged him. Third: our faces close, both of us smiling like nothing had ever gone wrong. He followed my car all the way home before turning off toward his place. The next morning I woke up early just to get ready to go back to his mansion. It felt wrong and necessary at the same time. My phone buzzed while I was putting on lipstick. Headlines about Jeremiah
BETTY: My eyes widened in shock when I saw the message. I didn’t even wait. I just grabbed my car keys, my purse, shoved my phone inside and hurried out of my room like someone was chasing me. My heart was already beating fast, the kind of fast that makes your chest feel tight. When I got downstairs, the house looked empty. Everyone was asleep. They wouldn’t even talk if they saw me going out anyway. I stopped for a second and checked what I was wearing. It was just my pyjamas. I shrugged. I didn’t care. I just needed to see him. I walked out to the car park, entered my car, shut the door and drove out of the mansion. The night air was cold but I didn’t feel it. My mind was already racing. My phone started ringing loudly inside my purse. I had to use one hand to hold the steering and the other to dig the phone out. When I saw the number calling, my eyes lit up. I answered it so fast. “Where are you?” I screamed in excitement. I couldn’t even control my voice. “At our normal spot.
Clothes came off in impatiently, clumsy pieces—my dress shoved up around my waist, his shirt yanked over his head and thrown aside, underwear kicked away somewhere near the sofa. He lifted me, and I locked my legs around his waist as he carried me upstairs toward the bedroom, still kissing, still arguing in broken fragments against each other’s mouths. I missed this side of him anytime I mentioned break up. “Don't you fucking tell me you're breaking up again.” He murmured in between the kisses. “Mmm…”I moaned in response. We barely made it to the bed before he dropped me on the bed and hovered on top of me, mouth already on my throat, teeth scraping lightly over my pulse. I arched under him, fingers digging into his shoulders as he pushed my thighs apart with his knee. “Jay…” I moaned out his name like a prayer, craving for him. “Honey, I love you so much.” He buried his cock inside me in one deep, unforgiving thrust that forced a broken cry from my throat. “F
Jewel’s POV “Do not worry. Jayson will get married to you.” Thalia’s voice came through the phone, the same way it always did anytime she wanted to assure about Jayson being mine. I smiled, curling my legs beneath me on the sofa. “Oh yeah, I agree. Thank you for everything you’ve done, Thalia, I really appreciate it.” “You’re welcome, honey.” She ended the call without another word. I set the phone down and let the satisfaction settle warmly in my chest. Perfect. Thalia should be the one doing the heavy lifting. I want Betty out of his life for good, and it simply had to happen. I never had the intention to push Betty's shoulder that day, that was never the real plan but God's plan will always be God's plan. Ever since we were children Thalia had cherished me, even though my mother was responsible for the death of Jayson’s twin sister when we were still young. At first she did not want me around—the history between our families was too ugly, too stained with blame.
Jayson’s POVThe court letter arrived at my office just after three o’clock.When my assistant placed the court envelope on my desk I almost ignored it. Then I saw the official seal.I spent the morning pretending to work, signing documents I barely read, answering calls with short, clipped sentences.Three months of mandatory cohabitation. Same apartment. Judicial supervision. Penalties for non-compliance that would drag the divorce out indefinitely and cost both sides more than either of us wanted to pay.I read the final paragraph twice, then set the letter down carefully, as if it might burn the desk.“No, this can't be possible.”Betty and I has to live together for ninety days, under the same room. How am I supposed to do that? I picked up my phone and called my solicitor. The conversation was short and useless. The order was already signed. The judge had cited the original marriage contract, the recent medical circumstances, and the need for an “orderly dissolution of share
Betty’s POV The next day I woke up feeling new, like a born again woman. Not completely healed, there's still the hollow place under my ribs, quiet but present, and I can say something has changed overnight. The heavy questioning that used to greet me every morning (Why couldn’t he love me? What was so wrong with me?) wasn't there. The pain has not disappeared, but it no longer sat on my chest like a second person and right now I could breathe around it. I reached for my phone. The screen lit up with the time: 2:07 p.m. I blinked with surprise. I slept straight through the morning and into the afternoon. For the first time in weeks my body shut down and stayed that way. I sat up slowly, testing the weight of the day, then swung my legs over the side of the bed and got down gently. Oh Betty, you're tired but you can't give up. Seriously I'm mentally tired, I just wanna go on a vacation, forget about everything that has happened, you know I just want peace, that's all. I wa
Jay: I’m happy Betty finally said we should get a divorce. I've always wanted to hear it from her after a long time. I walk inside my room, loosening my tie. The contract says she had to be the one to file for it. That was one of the conditions her father insisted on before signing that deal wi
He could’ve just pretended as if he wasn't happy. That was the part that hurt the most. Not the affair—not even the fact that it was her. Not the humiliation, not the quiet nights spent alone in a marriage that felt emptier with each passing day. He could’ve at least pretended not to be happy.
“Let’s get a divorce,” I said. For a moment, he didn’t react. Then he chuckled as if I had just told a joke. He wasn't sure I understood myself. “Because you found out Jewel is back, you want to threaten me with a divorce?” he asked, his tone laced with mockery, his lips curling into that fam
My gaze landed on the pink bracelet wrapped around her wrist. The same one from the picture. And just like that, everything made sense to me. Jewel is the one woman Jayson has always loved.The one I could never replace. The one who existed in his life long before I ever did. I thought he ha







