Those days passed quickly for Victoria. That day was special for her because it marked the anniversary of her relationship with Nestor.Just like before.Nestor left early for a fishing expedition, while Victoria immersed herself in household chores, including shopping for the special dinner she planned for later."Hey, Victoria, you look beautiful today!"As usual, Victoria quickly blushed at the compliment from her friend Sinang."Are you earlier than usual?" Dolor asked her, smiling sweetly, much like Sinang."Yeah. And also, we didn't see you here yesterday. Maybe Nestor didn't leave; that's why?" Sinang teased her, causing her face to turn even redder.Victoria shook her head in succession and hesitantly opened her mouth to answer her friends' consecutive questions."No, he left yesterday. The truth is, I didn't come here because I accompanied Carmela to their place. She wasn't feeling well," she said, her voice carrying a hint of sadness that she couldn't hide.Victoria couldn't
"Isn't he such a handsome baby, Nestor?" Victoria asked Nestor with excitement that night.Lucia was buried that afternoon. And as Aling Simang hoped for, Victoria took care of Lucas and willingly embraced him as her own.Truth be told, it wasn't just because Aling Simang talked to her that she decided to take the baby. As she mentioned, she wanted to give a chance for a family with Lucas and her beloved Nestor."Are you sure about what you want to happen, Victoria? Taking care of a child is a significant responsibility. Plus, we're not wealthy," Nestor remarked as he sat at the table, sipping on hot coffee.Victoria smiled as she glanced at Nestor, then gently lowered her head to smell the head of the peacefully sleeping baby in her arms."Of course. And besides, I want to experience being a mother. You know the real reason why, despite being together for so long, I haven't gotten pregnant, right?" Victoria asked."Because your witchcraft-practicing mother cursed you," Nestor sighed
"Why don't I know about this, Carmela?" Martin's voice carried anger, yet it refrained from outright shouting. He caught Carmela in a compromising situation, vomiting in her bathroom, which wasn't the first time he had discovered her in such a state. Perhaps that's why he had already come to his own conclusions about her condition, even before she had a chance to reveal it to him."I-I'm sorry, Papa," she stammered, her voice teary.Carmela observed the complex emotions playing across her father's face, a tumultuous mix of concern and frustration. Even though she hadn't explicitly informed him about her pregnancy, it seemed as though he had already pieced it together. Her apology served as a form of acknowledgment, a non-verbal confirmation of the news he had likely deduced."Who is the father of this child?" Martin's question remained charged with anger.Before Carmela could respond, Nanny Ising entered her room. Worriedly, the older woman approached Carmela, who, at this moment,
"We're thrilled for you, Victoria. Your long-awaited dream of motherhood has finally blossomed!" Sinang's joyful proclamation elicited a radiant smile from Victoria, a testament to her deep-seated happiness. Such news wasn't a surprise to her; it had been long anticipated and fervently hoped for. Sinang and Dolor, Victoria's steadfast friends, shared in her joy, their warm camaraderie evident in the way they celebrated this significant moment.Plans for Lucas's celebration were initially straightforward in Victoria's mind—simple, yet heartfelt. However, as Carmela, Lucas's godmother, took the reins, the event took on a new level of significance and beauty. Carmela's meticulous attention to detail was evident in every aspect of the occasion, from the meticulously crafted decorations to the mouthwatering array of delicacies adorning the tables. It was a feast fit for royalty, prepared with love and care that only a friend as dear as Carmela could provide.Despite her eagerness to contri
Nestor's voice echoed with a mixture of anguish and frustration as he poured out his heart, "How can you say that, Carmela? What about me?"He sat alone in the humble hut, the silence around him punctuated only by the faint rustle of leaves outside. It had been more than a week since Carmela had departed Eldoria with Martin, leaving Nestor to grapple with his emotions and thoughts in solitude.Carmela's voice, filled with its own turmoil, responded from afar, "I'm struggling too, Nestor. But I hope you can understand the complexity of my situation and the sacrifices I've had to make for the sake of us and our child."The weight of her words hung heavily in the air, mingling with the uncertainty that clouded Nestor's mind. He couldn't help but wonder how they had reached this point, where their love seemed entangled in a web of challenges and sacrifices.Carmela's voice trembled with the weight of her struggle, her words echoing the depth of her pain. Nestor, in the solitude of th
Within moments, the rhythmic symphony of Carmela’s alluring moans filled every corner of the cozy hut, drowning out the cacophony of thunderous roars and the relentless cascade of raindrops outside.Nestor’s senses were ablaze with heat, a fervor that seemed to ignite anew as if this were his initial conquest of Carmela’s being. With deliberate care, he had shed every layer of clothing that veiled her exquisite form, leaving her gloriously exposed to his hungry gaze. He stood there, unabashedly admiring her, his eyes tracing every curve and contour, his desire palpable in the intensity of his stare.Despite the profound love that he harbored for Carmela, the sight of her nakedness never failed to stir a primal hunger within him. Each time he beheld her beauty in its purest form, devoid of any coverings, his mind raced with a myriad of passionate scenarios, each more intimate and enticing than the last. It was as though every inch of her exposed skin whispered tantalizing invitations
As the sun cast its golden hues upon the coastal town of Eldoria, Victoria stood on the shoreline, her face illuminated by a serene smile. Nestor, her beloved, prepared to embark on his daily fishing expedition, a routine that bound him to the vast expanse of the sea.Nestor, with a weathered yet content expression, adjusted the brim of his hat and secured the net over his shoulder. Victoria, her eyes reflecting both love and a touch of sadness, walked alongside him, tracing the sandy path to the waiting boat."Take care, my love. May the sea bless you with abundance today,” she told him smiling with so much affection on her lovely face.Nestor replied to her grinning. "You worry too much, Victoria. The sea has always been kind to me,” he told her planting a soft and warm kiss on her cherry lips.As they reached the edge of the water, Nestor's boat gently rocked with the rhythm of the tide. He kissed Victoria's forehead, a gesture that spoke volumes of the unspoken bond they shared."I
Carmela stepped out of the van, the cool sea breeze embracing her as she surveyed the quaint town of Eldoria. The streets, adorned with vibrant bougainvillea and weathered wooden structures, painted a picturesque scene that spoke of a simpler life untouched by the bustling pace of the city.As her gaze drifted across the bay, where fishing boats rocked gently against the dock, a sense of tranquility washed over her. "I feel like something unforgettable is going to happen here," she thought. Eldoria, with its coastal charm and the symphony of waves that caressed its shores, seemed like a haven frozen in time.With each step, Carmela felt the warmth of the community's welcome. Eldoria's residents, their faces etched with the stories of the sea, greeted her with genuine smiles. The local market, a vibrant mosaic of colors and scents, invited her to explore its treasures—freshly caught seafood, handmade trinkets, and the warm camaraderie of the townspeople. "The restaurant-hotel that my