LOGIN"Lena, you can trust us, you know. We are your friends," Nora said softly, noticing my hesitation."Tarzan got a call earlier. From someone he says is a friend. But I don't know this person. And it made me realize... there's so much about his life I don't know. His parents, his childhood, the time before Ricardo took him in. What if there are people from his past who—""Whoa, whoa, whoa," Hannah held up her hand. "Slow down. You can just ask him, you know. This is not something you should stress yourself about.""I know I can ask him, but the phone call is still suspicious to me."Nora sighed. "Lena, that man just stood in front of us and declared his love for you like it's something out of a romance novel. He called your friends to support you because he knew you needed us. He picked out flowers for you. And you're worried about some phone call?"I lowered my eyes. "I know how it sounds—""It sounds like you're self-sabotaging," Jessie said bluntly. "And I say that with love. He love
I hated the part where he thought I didn't care about him being in the midst of other women who wanted him. I looked down and forced the words out. "Yeah, but don't go around smiling at other women. I may trust you, but I still feel jealous. I mean, I do have panic attacks and all that—I just know how to hide my emotions better than most people because I was used to being hurt at one time. So don't assume. I'm also very possessive, you know. You're my man, and you should—" "He's blushing!!! He's blushing!!!" Hannah shouted. "I don't believe, he is actually blushing!" Oh that was a shock to them? Tarzan is always like that,I got used to it. I looked up and saw that Tarzan had turned his back, but his pink ears and the flush on his neck were visible. "I... Excuse me for a minute." He managed to say and walked out of the door. The door slammed shut after his exit. "Why can't I have a version of this male species too?!" Hannah cried and started throwing a tantrum like a child.No
I paused. I was overthinking again. He promised he used protection with those women, so it probably wouldn't happen. I sighed. I would ask him about that friend when he got back. For now, I would look at the results. Just then, the door opened. I immediately sat up, but the face I saw wasn't the one I expected. "Lena!" A familiar voice called excitedly. Hannah? Nora? Jessie? The three ran toward me and enveloped me in a hug. "We came to support you. Don't act like you don't need us," Nora said. "We are so happy to be here." Jessie whispered. "Yeah,we missed you." Hannah added. When they all pulled back. I couldn't stop staring at them in surprise. "How?" Then Tarzan walked in with a bouquet of flowers and shut the door. I glanced at him in surprise. "You called them here?" He handed me the flowers and kissed my forehead. "I thought it would make you more comfortable and happy to have them around. They helped me pick a bouquet for you. In the next few minutes, your
LENA'S POV When the phone rang and I glanced at the caller, my heart stuttered. It was Dr. Annie—the doctor working at Ricardo's private clinic's owner. I knew immediately it had everything to do with the test results. I hesitated for a moment, my thumb hovering over the screen before I finally answered. Annie explained that Tarzan had instructed her to send the results directly to me, following her initial intention to send them to him first. She apologized, explaining that she had only meant well—she'd thought I might not want to receive any message from her after what happened at her office. She assumed I must hate her, but Tarzan had assured her that wasn't the case; I had simply reacted that way because I'd had so much going on. She also apologized for calling Tarzan privately into her office, admitting that Tarzan had told her it only made matters worse and that it should never happen again. At the end, she informed me that our results were ready. She would send them to
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As they walked into the studio, Hannah broke the silence."You know, we called you like fifty times. My thumb is actually sore from dialing."Tarzan chuckled.He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck."Sorry about that.""Yeah, yeah, you already apologized. Just saying," Hannah replied."Then stop complaining about it and let him be!" Nora snapped."Calm down, Nora. Just because you're Lena's best friend doesn't mean she made you in charge of her boyfriend's comfort," Hannah replied."What did you just say to me?" Nora snapped back.As the two went on with their bantering, Jessie's eyes narrowed as she sighted a smudge of red lipstick above Tarzan's collar.She elbowed Nora, then Hannah, tilting her head toward the evidence.They started whispering to each other in suspicion.Tarzan noticed but decided to ignore.Soon, the sound of stilettos on marble announced Ella's approach before she even appeared.She was moving faster than someone in six-inch heels should reasonably be able
You will never truly understand heartbreak until it comes from the same man who once adored you—who protected you, who loved you without hesitation. “What’s the number?” My husband’s voice came from the doorway. I flinched and looked up. That’s how sad my life had become—the usual routine of ste
The message I sent to my husband Mitch was left unanswered. Just like the ones I sent days ago… weeks ago. He had stopped replying to my texts. I scrolled through the one-sided conversation, my heart tightening at how pathetic it looked. Suddenly, a message popped up. Hoping it was his reply, I
MITCH'S POV I was staring at the TV replaying highlights of the match we’d lost 3-1 with bottles on the table in front of me. I cracked open another one, trying to flush down the frustration inside my chest. My childhood friend Jake walked in from the kitchen, towel over his shoulder, and rai
I met Mitch fifteen years ago at a coffee shop. I was sixteen, working as a store assistant and trying to look like I had my life together. I still remember what I wore that day. A faded white sundress scattered with tiny yellow flowers. Sandals laced around my ankles. Mitch was standing in







