"She's my wife," he replied with a frown. Everyone fell silent. "This is Señorita Maine." "Just call me Maine, I'm not used to being called Señorita," the woman said. "How are you all?" "You're really married, sir?" That was Jessa. She was tall and beautiful. He noticed how she looked at his wife from head to toe. The people in the back were whispering. "Why didn't we know?" "It was sudden," he replied. "Anyway, I hope you respect my wife; she's a good person." "She got upset," Demi said to him. "Chase after her if you want," he replied. "No way, you might kick me out of the room," and they both laughed. "Sir, you should have just indulged her," one of Jessa's friends said. "You know she's fond of you." "What's your name?" he asked the woman. "Lea, why?" she replied. "Do you have a boyfriend here?" "Y-yes... why do you ask?" she responded. "Would you like me to call him and have him peel the shrimp for the person next to you? How would that make you feel?" he replied. S
As she was working on her report, her husband suddenly pulled her into the bathroom to shower together. He clearly had plans for her. It had been a week since anything had happened between them, and this man had been making her his breakfast, lunch, and dinner. She just went along with it to avoid upsetting him. After their heated moment, with a bit of showering, Demi took her to the court. She was surprised to see so many people in basketball uniforms. "Is the league today?" she asked him. "Yes, you forgot, didn’t you? I’m always on your mind," he replied with a grin. "You're so silly!" she said, pinching his side. "Ah— I love you," he said, forming a heart with his fingers. "Kiss me if you—" she started, but Demi kissed her suddenly. She was speechless. "I’m quick to respond," he said, giving her chin a playful squeeze. She noticed the Powerpuff girls glaring at her again, as if she had done something wrong. She returned their gaze, looking them up and down. "Why
"Sir, are you a masochist?" Jessa asked him as they both got food. "Why would you ask that?" he replied, frowning at her. "Do you see those two over there? Are you really okay with Maine flirting with your friend?" she pressed. "Jessa—" Olga started to intervene, but he signaled her to stay quiet. "There's nothing wrong with what they're doing. They're just talking," he said. "But sir, you can see there's something off about their behavior, right?" Jessa insisted. "There's nothing inappropriate going on. You just have a dirty mind." "But sir—" "Jessa, please, stop bothering my wife. She's a good person. You're just insecure. I know you have feelings for me; it's widely known here. That's why you're practically naked whenever you come near me. If I wanted you, I would've pursued you. All these years, I thought you would change! Don't push me to make a decision that will make you suffer." He walked away from her without waiting for a response. "Why do you look like tha
Demi said goodbye as he headed to town. She didn't go with him because of her report. Her thesis was almost done, so they would be heading back to Manila soon. She went out and took a walk. She saw a group of women there. She approached them. "Good afternoon," she said politely. "Oh, it's you, miss. Would you like some?" An old woman offered her a banana cue. "Oh, yes.. thank you," she sat down beside them, "how are you doing here?" "We're fine, miss," they replied. "You don't have any problems?" she asked. They looked at each other. They were all around fifty years old or older. "Could you ask sir why they deduct one hundred pesos from us every week?" an old woman asked, "in a month, that's about four to five hundred pesos." "Okay, what explanation did they give you about the deduction?" he asked. "They just said at Jessa's office that it’s for emergency purposes." "How long has this been going on?" "About five years, maybe." "Why don't you complain to Demi?"
"I need 45 pairs of shoes," she told Sandro. "Huh? That's a lot! What are you going to do with them?" He was puzzled by her request. "The kids at the farm requested them," she explained as she headed back to her grandmother's house. "How am I supposed to guess—" "Here!" She handed him a plastic bag. "I want you to customize them in Manila. Then, have their names printed on the sides. I want them all to be identical." "You're so demanding," he complained. "Turns out you really are Sir Sandro's niece, senorita," Olga said in disbelief. "We don't look alike because Maine is ugly, and—ouch!" Her grandmother smacked her on the head. "Stop badmouthing my granddaughter!" The old woman scolded Sandro. "She's my mom's sister," she clarified to Olga. "Why? Don't they know there that you aren't just living off your husband? You're even richer than Demitri!" Her grandmother sat down in front of her. "I don't want that, Grandma. I want them to accept me in their own way. Actu
"Maine," Jessa called out to me, waving, "let's go over here," pointing to a spot behind the court. The tree there provided ample shade, making it a pleasant place despite the bright sun. "This place is nice," she said to me, admiringly. "Lea and the others are coming later. Does sir Demi. know you're with me?" she asked, making sure. "No, he's not around," I replied. She smiled, but it was more of a sly grin. "We'll just stay here. Oh, here they come," she said as Lea, Carla, and Andres approached. "Why is there a guy?" I asked her, feeling a bit uneasy. "Andres is gay, don't worry," she said, laughing. "Did you bring the snacks?" "Yes, they're here," Andres replied. Andres was a good-looking guy, but I'd heard he had a bad reputation, known to be a bit of a creep. As we drank, I noticed the girls giving me sideways glances. Jessa kept whispering to Andres, making me even more uncomfortable. "I'm feeling dizzy," I told them, trying to sound convincingly unsteady.
I was walking with Andres when we passed by a group of elderly women whispering among themselves. "The rumors are true, that woman really is a flirt." "It's a wonder sir still puts up with her." "Let me tell you, she must be good in bed for sir to like her! My daughter Jessa is way prettier than that woman sir picked up from who knows where. If she hadn't trapped our boss, she might be my daughter-in-law by now," said one woman loudly, who turned out to be Jessa's mother. "Julieta, watch your mouth," one of her companions scolded her. "I don't care, even if she hears me!" she replied arrogantly. I couldn't take it anymore and approached them. I was smiling, while Andres just watched. "How are you? Looks like you're making me the topic of your gossip session," I said to them. The others fell silent as I got closer. "Yes, we are talking about you! Why would sir go for you when you're just a prostitute?" she snapped at me. I smirked, "Because he got me as a virgin... th
"Sir, you need to teach your wife a lesson. She's been seeing other men; how can you stand it?" Jessa complained to Demi. "And what makes you say that?" he asked her. "She's often with Andres, sir. They have a relationship. We even saw her at Sir Sandro's house. Why did you hire a prostitute in the first place?" she ranted while following him to the stable. "My wife would never do that, Jessa. Don’t slander her. By the way, I need the financial files for tomorrow. I've noticed the farm's profits seem to be shrinking," he said. Jessa was surprised by his statement but continued to insist on her accusations about Maine. "But sir, it's all over the farm that she and Andres are having an affair. Even the elders say that woman flirts with everyone." "Alright, let's do this. Are you sure about your claims?" "Of course, sir!" "Okay, if we find out you're telling the truth, I'll have my wife imprisoned and divorce her. But if not, I'll have you and your family imprisoned. Is tha