As I sat at the dinner table with my parents, Papa posed the question that caught me off guard, "Do you want to visit him, daughter?" The mere mention of Zach sent my mind spiraling and a warm flush rose to my cheeks. "I don't want to see him anymore, Pa," I answered, unable to hide the bitterness in my voice. Mama and Papa exchanged a concerned look, aware of the tension between Zach and I. "God knows how much I hate him..." "His grandfather, daughter," Papa corrected me gently, a hint of amusement in his voice as Mama let out a small laugh. "We were asking if you wanted to visit him in the hospital, daughter." My words had made me feel ashamed, and I struggled to meet my parents' gaze. "There's no reason for me to visit him anymore," I replied softly, before returning to my meal in silence. The thought of Zach lingered in my mind, and I couldn't help but wonder about his whereabouts. But I didn't dare bring him up in conversation, as it seemed to be the only topic my parents wan
Due to my question, she gasped. It wasn't just her who was surprised because even Grandma was startled by my question. "Che-Cheska?" "Just answer, Cairen," I said without hesitation, swallowing her fear. Based on her face, it seemed she didn't know how to answer my question. "Is that result yours or were you blackmailed by Cheska before?" "It's mine," she replied confidently, taking a deep breath. "The baby died when I gave birth to her. I wasn't even able to hold or see her before they took her away to Grandma." I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at Grandma who was now silent. She looked at me when she noticed my gaze on her. "I wasn't able to show her to Cairen because the doctors on duty then forbade me to," Grandma answered, looking down. I know Cairen didn't want to remember the death of her first child, so she didn't question it anymore. Sadness and tears were also evident on her face, so instead of asking questions, she just remained quiet. We continued to wander around th
I couldn't help but inhale deeply as I listened to her words. My heart felt heavy as I struggled to process everything she was saying. "H-how is he doing, Bella?" I finally asked, my voice filled with concern. "He's okay... I think," she said with a shrug as she leaned back into her chair. "He never opens up to me about his problems. He keeps everything to himself and refuses to share what's going on in his head. Every time I ask him, he just says that he's got it under control. I know deep down he's still struggling with what happened to our grandfather, especially now that his condition has worsened." "I heard about it from our grandmother," I said softly. She smiled at me and I felt a wave of comfort wash over me. "No matter what mistakes our grandfather may have made, Casslie, I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive him. You have no idea how long he's been waiting for you to come back and visit him. He's been beating himself up for causing you and your brother pain. He
I couldn't help but wonder what was preventing him from advancing. Was he getting increasingly irked with the current ambiance in the hallway, now that I was present? He approached me, causing me to feel a flutter of nerves. I wasn't sure if I should flee or stand my ground and watch him come closer. "Casslie, it's been a long time," he said, speaking slowly as I cautiously met his gaze. "I had no idea you were here in the Philippines too." "I've been here for over a week now," I responded succinctly, and he studied me intently. Of course, Casslie! Iffin you! He's probably just visiting his grandfather! What else would he be doing here? "I was on my way there now," he answered, and I gazed at him thoughtfully. I informed him that I would be heading back to Grandpa Alexander's room to say farewell. We made our way to his room in silence, with my mind focused on the jumbled thoughts swirling in my head, and Zach simply observing the flowers he had placed on Grandpa Alexander's tabl
Zach and I stood there in the crowded room, surrounded by the people we loved, when Grandfather Alexander made the announcement, we had all been waiting for. "I'm cancer-free," he said with a small smile, his eyes flickering with relief and gratitude.Tears prickled in my eyes as I watched him, unable to believe that after more than a year of confinement in the hospital, he had finally overcome the disease that had plagued him for so long. Although he still struggled to stand properly, his physical tests were gradually improving, thanks to the tireless work of his therapists.But then, the room erupted with another shout, and I turned to see Haze leaping onto the table, a wild grin spread across his face. "It's a boy!" he screamed; his arms flung wide in jubilation. "I'm having a son!"Zach's hand tightened around mine, pulling me closer to him as we shared in the joy of the moment. He beamed at Haze; his pride evident in his every movement. He kissed my forehead, his joy overflowing.
I kept honking the horn of my car. What the heck! The owner of this parked vehicle in the middle of the subdivision road has no shame. I'm late! Just one minute late! I really don't want Grandma to get mad at me because I was late for her 68th birthday. Since there was no one passing by, out of frustration, I got out of my vehicle and approached the obstructing car. A red Maserati. Its owner seems rich. Maybe? Not sure. As I got closer, I forcefully banged on the driver's door. "You foolish person! Get out of your car in the middle of this road!" I yelled with all my strength, simultaneously hitting the car's windshield. It took me six bangs and six yells before the driver's window opened. A person who looked like he just woke up greeted me. He was squinting, trying to get rid of something on their face. What the heck? Was he sleeping? In the middle of this road! For how long? Why didn't anyone notice? I examined him. He was a good-looking man. His deep brown eyes stared at me. He
"Hey, Kay Kay!" Mikaella greeted me. She was with our two twin cousins. "Hi, Cuz!" Shanna greeted me. Haze simply nodded his head at me. "Hello." I sat in an empty chair next to Mikaella. Kay Kay is what Mikaella calls me. I've gotten used to her calling me that. It sucks, you know. I reached for a glass of wine carried by a waiter on a serving tray. I took a sip. Mikaella had beautiful azure eyes and long blonde hair. She had a touch of girlishness but was incredibly compassionate. Shanna had stunning eyes that matched her innocent face, but she could be a brat to those she didn't like. Haze, on the other hand, had a bad boy vibe with his heavily lined black eyeliner and a black earring on his left ear. His long layered hair had side bangs. Both twins had beautiful, slightly blurry green eyes. Haze was too serious and grumpy at times. That's why I sometimes dislike him. I hate his attitude. Cutie Zen was sitting on Grandma's lap. He's 4 years old and has a chubby face. He's so ador
I couldn't sleep because of what Zach said to me. Was he just trying to give me a hard time by asking for such a favor? Hella! I'm the one doing him a favor, yet he expects me to give him a favor in return? What's his reason for asking that favor? He's a damn playboy! Damn him, I want to crush his face. Be my wife, his face flashed in my mind. He should end up with Grace, and I'll work with that once I'm in the Philippines. After the celebration, my cousins, along with my mom and dad, stayed at our house. My three aunts went back to the hotel where they were staying with their husbands. As for Zach? I don't know, he went back to wherever he lives. He's rich enough to have a place to stay here in California. He didn't talk to me anymore after I punched him in the stomach because of what he said. What does he think of me? Becoming his wife out of all people? Is he insane? I shook my head, trying to remove that jerk from my mind. I sat up from lying down. I wanted to go back to the Ph