MasukChesca Kyrene gave everything to her marriage. She loved her husband Ethan with all her heart, was a loyal, devoted wife, and built their life together from nothing. But three years into their marriage, she discovered the painful truth: Ethan was cheating on her with another woman, someone he claimed he “loved more”. Heartbroken and betrayed, Chesca chose to walk away, even though it meant losing her home, her status, and the life she had dreamed of. She started over from scratch, facing judgment from people who thought she was the one at fault, struggling to survive alone, and healing from the pain of being replaced. Just when she thought love was never meant for her, she met Damian Alistair — a serious, kind, and loyal man who showed her what real love truly is. But the struggle isn’t over. Ethan refuses to let her go, trying to manipulate her, lying to everyone to make himself look like the victim, and even begging her to come back when his relationship falls apart. Chesca now has to fight for her self-worth, learn to trust again, and choose between the man who broke her, and the man who taught her how to love herself again.
Lihat lebih banyakWe stepped out of the café, and Damian held a big umbrella over both of us, making sure every drop of rain fell only on his side, never touching me. Just that small act already felt so different—Ethan never even bothered to wait for me when it rained before, let alone share an umbrella or keep me dry. He would always walk ahead, leaving me to run after him while I got soaked, carrying all the bags myself.A sleek black car pulled up right in front of us immediately, and Damian opened the passenger door for me, holding it open until I was safely seated inside. The car was warm, clean, and smelled like fresh pine and expensive cologne—nothing like the old car Ethan drove, which always smelled like cigarette smoke and cheap perfume I later realized belonged to Clara.As Damian got into the driver’s seat, I twisted my hands nervously in my lap. “Damian… are you sure about this? You said I’d have my own place, my own job… all of this costs so much money. I haven’t even worked for you yet,
I finished the last bite of sandwich and wiped my hands on the napkin, feeling warmer and fuller than I had in weeks. The rain was still pouring hard outside, tapping gently against the café window, but I barely noticed it anymore. All my attention was on Damian, sitting across from me, looking at me with that steady, sincere gaze that made me feel safe in a way I hadn’t felt in years.“Tell me exactly what you mean,” I said softly, breaking the comfortable silence between us. “When you say you can help me… what kind of help are we talking about? I don’t want charity, Damian. I never wanted that. I just want to earn my own way, to stand on my own two feet.”Damian nodded immediately, like he understood exactly what I was worried about. “I know you don’t want handouts, Chesca. And I would never give you something you didn’t work for. Let me explain properly. I own a small events management company. We handle weddings, corporate parties, big gatherings—things like that. Right now, we ne
just across the street, away from the cold rain. My clothes were still damp and muddy, and I felt so out of place stepping inside such a nice, clean place, looking the way I did—messy, tired, like I didn’t belong here at all. I tried to stay near the door, embarrassed to walk further in, but Damian gently guided me to a quiet table by the window. He pulled out a chair for me, slow and respectful, like I was someone important, not just a stranger he picked up off the street.He sat across from me, and before I could even open my mouth to thank him or apologize for making a mess, a waiter came over. Damian ordered hot chocolate and a plate of sandwiches, then looked at me softly. “Is that alright? Or would you prefer something else? Whatever you want, it’s fine.”I shook my head quickly, twisting the hem of my dress nervously. My hands were still cold, still shaking a little from falling earlier. “It’s… it’s too much, Damian. You don’t have to do this for me. We don’t even know each oth
walked until my feet ached and my legs felt like they would give out. I didn’t know where I was going, I just knew I couldn’t stay anywhere near that apartment, near Ethan, near all the memories that hurt so much to remember. The night was cold, and I was wearing only a thin dress and carrying a small bag with barely anything inside. I had no money, no job, no family or close friends I could run to—Ethan had always been the center of my world, and I had distanced myself from everyone else just to be the perfect wife for him. Now I realized how stupid that was. I had given up everything for a man who didn’t even value me.When the sun came up the next morning, I found myself sitting on a hard bench in a small public park, shivering and hungry. I hadn’t eaten anything since the dinner I prepared for our anniversary—the dinner Ethan never even touched. Tears wanted to fall again, but I forced them back. Crying wouldn’t help me now. Crying wouldn’t give me a place to stay, or food to eat,
Three years ago, I married Ethan Reyes, the man I promised to spend my whole life with. We started with absolutely nothing—just two young people with big dreams, working side by side to build everything we had. We lived in a tiny rented room back then, ate cheap meals, and counted every peso we ear


















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