Trusting his word was like clinging to a web.
Daring to trust him would only bring me immense disappointment.The higher the expectations the greater the disappointment.I am a person who easily trusts people but once I was betrayed, I will not trust that person anymore.Take Roman and Lucy as examples. I wasn't willing to mend the broken relationship I have with them after their betrayal.They hurt me once and I won't let them hurt me the second time. I would be stupid to allow them to do that to me again.Night after night, Andrei would come to spend time with me.Each time he makes a move to make love to me, I always find a way to distract him or make excuses for us not to be intimate.One night, he could no longer take being refused and voice out his thoughts."What's the matter with you? From the time I came back, you're so cold to me," disple"How did you know that?" "I overheard Sharon talking to him over the phone asking if Stella said yes to his marriage proposal." "Are you sure she was talking to the president?" "Yes, I heard her call his name. You know they're childhood friends, they're that close for Sharon to call him by his name." "And there's also rumors circulating about Stella being engaged to the president," she fished out her phone from her pocket and showed them the news. "Oh, my… many will be heartbroken." My world cave in and my vision began blurry as tears gathered around my eyes. Silently, I walked away, so I got out of the place unnoticed. Having no appetite, I didn't go out to eat. And I was afraid that I would burst into tears if I heard more news about Andrei and Stella. I slid into the duvet after I showered and wore my pajamas. I willed myself to sle
As if doused with water, our excitement died down when we saw Andrei take Stella to the dance floor to be his first dance. I wanted to walk away and leave the party but my wife held my hand. A gesture that we have to bear seeing him dance with that woman.Despite our family's displeasure we didn't spill any of it. We wore a fake smile while looking at them. When the dance was over, Andrei went to us. "Andrei, is she the woman you married?" I asked under my breath. "No, father," I sighed in relief. "Then who?" Evan asked, curiously. "The woman with Major Kavanaugh," we all look at Major Kavanaugh's direction. My aging eyes didn't permit for me to see her face clearly. "Wow! She's beautiful. Please, let me dance with my sister in law, brother," Evan said excitedly. "Is she?" My wife, Suzanna asked. Our daughter in law, Blesilda chime in and said, "She's indeed a beauty, isn't she, Vaunder?" My eldest son nodded in agreement. "Brother, please," Evan asked again. "Alright, b
"He's no longer breathing," one of them said. Hearing it, all I could see at that time was red. And my head felt like it's going to blow like a volcano. It was that woman's fault. "Check his pulse," someone said, I saw hope with those words. "He still has a pulse but it's weak," my constricted chest eased a little with that announcement. There's still hope. And I held onto that hope even though it was just a sliver. "Who are you," a medic asked when I was about to go inside the ambulance. "I'm his brother," I said. "Hop in," and I did as he said without wasting another second. My knees didn't stop knocking while I anxiously waited outside the operating room. Simultaneously, mom arrived as the door of the operating room opened. The sadness on the doctor's face already gave away that my brother didn't survive the accident. Mom wailed when she heard the doctor, "We are sorry for your loss." I was taken back from recollecting the past when my wife squeezed my hand. "Don't t
I checked my watch and it was half past eight, so I sat on the couch to wait for her as I thought she was in the dining hall. By the minute I waited for her, my impatience grew.Tapping my knees while looking at my watch, that's how I waited for her. And when the clock struck nine in the evening, I rang her phone. But, she didn't answer. Sighing, I called her again and still she was not returning my call. Impatience began to crawl in my heart like a vine, suffocating it. I called her again and now the call was rejected. Losing my patience, I threw my phone on the couch and picked it up again after debating with myself if I should call her again. At once, I picked up my phone and dialed her number because I was worried that my pride will take over again. By the umpteenth time of ringing her phone, I heard a ringtone outside her room. "Hello," her voice came over and I heard the doorknob twisting. With anticipation, I fixed my eyes on the door waiting for her to enter. She
Knowing that she misunderstood me, I softened my voice and said,"I'm not referring to you, but Sharon." I hugged her again, and I saw Sharon give me a teasing smile. Glaring at her, she responded by rolling her eyes at me before heading out. "Did you have your lunch?" I asked Tara, trying to change the subject, so that she could relax. "I did, how about you?" her soft voice felt like my restless heart that had been wandering in the desert had finally found an oasis. Gradually, her stiff body was relaxing as she knew that we're now alone. "Yes, I dined with the ministers. They were praising the chef for the banquet he prepared.And he mentioned that the meal was planned by you to fight against stress and strengthen the immune system," I told her, while I kept on stroking her back. Just like me, many of them were health conscious so when the chef mentioned that my dietitian planned the meal, they were praising her. I was proud of my wife. She may be from a social strata way bel
My mother had her hands at the door frame while shaking her head when I saw her in the corridor facing my brother's room. So shocked that she couldn't utter a word after she screamed. I walked towards my mother's shaking figure. And when I arrived at the door, my eyes landed on my brother who wore a guilty and regretful look. My relationship with my brother was always great and I know that he wasn't faking it when I saw how remorseful he was. He too was so stunned to wake up with Stella on his bed. Aghast that he grabbed a sheet to cover his body like a woman. I almost laughed at my brother's reaction. My eyes moved to Stella who was putting on her clothes. If the situation were different, my body would have reacted seeing her voluptuous body. Witnessing the thing she did with my brother, I felt nothing but loathing and disgust towards her. After a while my brother got a hold of himself and began to explain. "I didn't mean it, I was too drunk and thought that I was sleeping
Flanked between two bodyguards, Stella went out of the villa, pulling her luggage. Vanishing into thin air was my bodyguards' respect towards her. Being manhandled by my men she protested and cursed at them. But they were not afraid of her because no one would care if she complained. Since the news of her betrayal already reached them, they no longer paid her due respect. My hands were inside my trousers pocket as I clenched them tightly, trying to contain the combination of pain and anger. These two emotions deep within were like a molten lava that would be spat out angrily by a volcano. My life changed drastically as we went back after the holiday, I led a life that I didn't even dare to imagine.I became a libertine. However, the things I did was tightly sealed and no one exposed it. Money and power silenced them all. Not long after that night, I declared my candidacy for the presidential race. Well pleased that I was received by the people, dad had always stood there wi
He had me confused, he was holding me in his arms and yet spoke to me in that tone. Does he have a split personality? Pulling away from his embrace, I looked at him aggrievedly. Then he pulled me back in his embrace, explaining in a tender voice, "I'm not referring to you, but Sharon."A short while, we talked and then he kissed me passionately before letting me go to breathe in air. Not wanting to stay more than necessary, lest the people will start wagging their tongues again, I asked permission to leave. But he told me to go to the bathroom and check my appearance before leaving. I knew what he was trying to say and I glared at him. Still, a squeal escaped my mouth upon seeing my disheveled appearance, though I had a rough idea how I looked before looking at myself in the mirror. My neatly combed hair was now in a mess, my shirt was crumpled because of lots of movements and my lips were swollen. I left his office not after I glared at him. Just before I could close the do