Fuck.
I won’t ever think of drinking again; I woke up with the sun’s intense rays, my head throbbing, and I couldn’t understand what was happening.
I tried to open my eyes; I was wasted; my god, when was the last time I got as wasted at this? Why did I even dr- memories flood seamlessly, like, it meant for me to remember.
Tears started to flow from my eyes; my heart sank, and my throat felt dry like I had been stabbed with thousands of knives; memories from what happened yesterday were as fresh as my flowers, but they poisoned the happiness I planted and took care for I don’t know how many years.
Jack, did he—did he cheat on me? Was I lied to? The Jack I loved for how many years, the man whom I thought would be my end game? Did he actually impregnate another woman, aside from me?
I stood up, setting aside the heaviness of my heart; I won’t let them; Jack was mine from the very beginning; I can accept the child; we can even adopt that child if he really wanted to keep it; that’s how much I love him, I will forgive him, and forget what he did; I can do that, we have to talk about it.
I didn’t bother to look myself in the mirror; I went straight downstairs; I saw my parents having their breakfast; seems like they were about to finish when they both stopped and looked at me.
Mom’s radiant smile is contagious enough to lessen the pain that is killing me right now, without them even knowing, “Sweetheart, we’re sorry, we didn’t wait for you to get up; your dad has been calling you; we assume that you’re too exhausted from your deadlines,”
“Have a seat, lovely,” my dad sweetly said and even got the chair for me, which I accepted; they were having eggs and bacon, with toast bread and coffee; dad loves mom’s coffee, “How was school? Too tiring, huh?”
I tried to shrug and act casually, and dad poured me milk from the carton while mom made me a slice of bread with strawberry jam and some eggs; I didn’t speak; I was just staring at them peacefully serving me.
“Mom, Dad,” I called them; they both stopped for a second and gave me a quick gaze, and continued doing their things like they were saying, that they were listening, “I’m planning on getting married, to Jack, of course,”
“Is there something wrong, sweety?” mom asked with her concerned voice; she put down the bread knife and gave her full attention to me, “Was there anything happening between you both? Are you..”
My forehead creased with her hanging sentence; I couldn’t comprehend what she wanted to say, and she actually cut herself; my eyes widened upon realizing, “Mom! Come on; I’m a virgin!” I exclaimed, “I mean, we’re at the right age, right? I’m a college graduating, and he’s about to finish his; I mean, we’re planning okay,”
“But, Ija, I don’t think marriage is that simple; yes, of course, marriage is one of the new chapters of your life, but don’t you think it’s too early for that? Why don’t you enjoy your singleness for a while, then? If you’re both ready to settle down, then go,” dad’s soothing voice made my heart calm; he really knows how to settle things accordingly.
I tried so hard to smile at the both of them, “When did I ever disappoint you guys?”
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“Hi, babe, I’m sorry, late. I didn’t read your message. Were you waiting?” I didn’t talk for a while; I was just staring at him, my Jack. An epitome of perfection for me. His clean looks, his warm smile, his aura, his presence, his voice; who would have thought that behind all of his sweet words and gesture, hiding a cheater? I never did.
“No, that’s okay; I know you’re too busy,” I even emphasize it, but he seems oblivious to what’s inside my head; maybe, he’s too confident that his secret will be forever safe; god must’ve been caring for me.
“I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you; let’s have the whole day; sounds good?” he’s still trying to convince me; if I didn’t know he impregnated other women, I must have been swoon by his act.
“Babe,” he immediately turned his gaze to me, smiling, like he didn’t do anything wrong, “Why don’t we plan for our wedding, then get married before graduation?”
His smile vanished, and his eyes were both confused and shocked, “Why all of a sudden, babe? I mean, we have enough time, right,”
What, for your other women? “But, aren’t you the one who asked me first about marriage? I want to talk about it now; we have ample time to do it; let’s do it today since you’re making up to me, right?”
His forced smile and nod didn’t miss my eyes; I almost smirked, “Alright, if that’s what you want, let’s do it,”
I smiled sweetly, wow. I did not expect this kind of answer from him, so he is willing to continue with the wedding?
“So, I was thinking, let’s have our wedding before your birthday, how about 9th of august? The day before your birthday, so we can celebrate our honeymoon and your birthday?”
I saw a subtle changed of emotion that he eventually masked with a radiating smile—kung hindi ko lang alam at nadiskubre ang nangyayari, baka kinikilig pa rin ang singit ko sa ngiti na yan—but not today, satan.
“Hmm, I mean, babe; I love that you wanted us to celebrate two important even in our lives, but wouldn’t it be okay if we celebrate it on different and not a day space? Ayoko na mapagod ka, I want you to be the most beautiful and not a stressful even for you, it’s a once in a lifetime event, so I want it to be memorable, is that okay with you?”
May kung anong kumurot sa puso ko habang pinapakinggan ko ang sinasabi nya. Doubts starts to linger in my mind, asking a lot of questions on where did it go wrong, saan ako nagkulang, para gawin niya sakin to?
Hindi ba niya alam na hindi lang ako, kung hindi pati ang magulang nya, masasaktan kung sakali na malaman nila to? I bet they will do, in no time. Hindi niya maitatago ito, kahit pumunta pa siya sa ibang universe.
I knew and expecting that he would think of an escape to that day, because I have already did my investigation, and discovered that the due date of that woman is on August 10th—his birthday. His fucking birthday, which I always celebrated with him, and I always look forward to surprise him.
“Okay, let’s do it that way you want hon,” I said and tried to give her a knowing smile which he reciprocate with one.
You will really go this far, just to hide that bitch, huh, then, let’s do it, my way.
I won’t let you be happy with that woman, with your child, you have to choose, between your child or me, you can’t be selfish and keep the both of us.
One month after our wedding, I still couldn’t shake off the awkwardness that lingered between us. We followed the rules we set—business as usual. But there were moments, like when he’d bring me my coffee in the morning or when we’d share a quiet dinner, that I’d find myself wondering if there was more to this fake marriage than I’d originally thought.It was a Saturday afternoon when Lexus casually mentioned it. “Astrea,” he said, glancing up from his phone while I was sorting out some papers. “How about a proper date? You know, as a married couple.” His tone was light, but there was something about it that caught my attention.“A date?” I asked, pausing for a moment. “Are you serious?” It was one of those things I didn’t expect him to say. Our marriage was meant to be temporary, a mere formality, but here he was, suggesting a night out as though we were actually in a real relationship.He chuckled, seeing my reaction. “Yes, I’m serious. It’s been a month. We’ve been married for a whi
Dalawang buwan pa lang kaming kasal ni Lexus, at sa mga oras na iyon, maayos na ang takbo ng buhay namin. Ang kasunduan namin na magpanggap na mag-asawa ay hindi naging komplikado; we kept it simple. We stuck to the terms, walang masyadong drama, at ang mga tao sa paligid namin ay hindi talaga nakahalata na hindi kami ganoon ka-close.We went about our daily lives, doing things that married couples do, pero ang lahat ng iyon was just for show. We’d talk, share meals, and help each other when needed—pero deep down, alam ko na hindi ito yung klase ng relasyon na gusto ko.Pero it wasn’t so bad. Sa ilang pagkakataon, Lexus would step up and be there for me when I needed him the most. Parang ganun na lang kami—nagmumukhang mag-asawa, pero hindi kami ganun ka-intimate.One of the biggest milestones for me came when graduation day arrived. Laking tuwa ko nang makita siya, nakasuot ng simpleng outfit, ready to support me.“Hindi mo na ako kailangan gawing best dressed, Astrea, okay lang. Bas
The crowd’s cheers still echoed in my ears as I stood backstage, the weight of the performance slowly lifting from my shoulders. My final competition was over, and with it, one of the last hurdles before graduation. The adrenaline was starting to wear off, replaced by a strange mix of relief and emptiness.The backstage area was bustling with energy—other performers hugging, laughing, and snapping selfies. My classmates surrounded me, showering me with congratulations and kind words.“Ang sassy naman, Sis!” Clara, my teammate, exclaimed, practically bouncing on her heels. “That final pirouette was flawless!”I laughed, feeling a warmth spread through me despite my fatigue. “Thanks, Klang. Ang galing mo din dun kanina.”As the group buzzed around me, my eyes scanned the edges of the room. I told myself it was just a habit, looking for familiar faces, even though I knew exactly who I was hoping to see.And yet, he wasn’t supposed to be here. Lexus had made it clear he wouldn’t come.Pus
“Morning, Sunshine,” he teased, grabbing an apple from the counter, “Mukhang pangit gising natin teh, ah?”I sat at the dining table, the untouched cup of coffee in front of me slowly growing cold. My mind swirled with anticipation and nerves, the weight of the upcoming competition pressing against my chest. I needed to tell him.“Do you ever take anything seriously?” I asked, watching Lexus stroll into the kitchen like he didn’t have a care in the world.Lexus strolled into the room, a towel draped around his neck, his damp hair tousled from a shower. His usual easygoing demeanor felt both comforting and infuriating as I tried to muster the courage to bring up the topic.“Sure,” he said, biting into an apple with an exaggerated crunch. “Breakfast. It’s the most important meal of the day, nakakapangit ang pagpapalipas nang gutom,”I rolled my eyes, setting my coffee mug down with a little more force than necessary. “I’m serious, Lex. Can you stop joking for two seconds?”He leaned aga
Hannah lingered near the doorway, her initial shock giving way to a more composed demeanor. She pulled out her phone and scrolled for a moment before glancing at Lexus.“I came to discuss the updates on the upcoming photoshoot,” she said, her tone professional now, though her eyes still darted toward me occasionally. “There’ve been some changes to the campaign, and I need your input.”Lexus nodded, leaning casually against the door frame. “Ah ganon ba, we can talk. Sa office na lang tayo siguro.”I busied myself with clearing the plates, silently retreating to the kitchen. As their voices faded into the hallway, I focused on scrubbing the dishes, each clink of the plates against the sink filling the silence. My chest felt tight, though I couldn’t pinpoint why.Hannah’s presence wasn’t unexpected—Lexus had told me he worked with all kinds of people—but the way she had looked at me… like I was an anomaly. It stung more than I cared to admit.Once the dishes were done, I wiped down the c
The sound of rain tapping against the windows set the tone for another quiet evening. I had my laptop open on the kitchen counter, trying to finish an essay that was due in less than 12 hours. My focus was razor-sharp until I heard a guitar chord strum from the living room.It started soft, almost pleasant, but it quickly turned into a cacophony of random notes. I sighed, closing my eyes to keep from snapping.“Lexus,” I called out without looking up. “Could you maybe not do that right now?”“Ang alin ba?” His voice floated in, dripping with faux innocence.“Turn the living room into a bad open mic night.”“Wow,” he said, suddenly standing in the doorway, guitar slung across his shoulder like a modern bard. “Ang lakas mo yata mag joke ngayon, teh.”I glared at him. “I’m serious. I need to finish this.”“Lagi ka naman talaga seryoso sa buhay mo,” he quipped, walking into the kitchen and plucking a grape from the fruit bowl. “Ever heard of a work-life balance?”“Says the guy who edited