Chapter 4

"She's fine. There's nothing to worry about her. Just give her time to rest and she will feel better in no time." These were the last words I heard from the doctor to my worried parents as I lay in the hospital bed.

They immediately put me inside a private room in the nearest hospital from the restaurant, where we were supposed to have dinner to avoid attention from people who walk in and out of the hospital. Mom said the doctor also told them there was nothing we should be concerned about after a few tests they gave me, apart from the fact that I was a little dehydrated and the blood pressure was unstable.

I knew my blood pressure had been low because I often feel dizzy and I look pale without makeup on. The doctor advised me to eat healthily and get a proper rest to get back in shape. According to mom, Lucas followed us into the hospital, but dad told him to leave. He obeyed immediately in fear of making a scene and after that—he didn't come back.

It seemed he was afraid of getting hit again by my dad. Well, that's better because I don't want to see his face around.

They told me to rest, but the ambiance inside the room was uncomfortable. I convinced my parents to get me out of the hospital. I would rather rest at the hotel than inside a room. I don't even know how many took their last breath there. While dad settled things, mom and I waited for him in the lobby.

I no longer feel dizzy. It was just that my stomach was sour because we haven't had dinner yet, but that didn't matter because I was more concerned about the things inside my head.

"By the way, hija, the doctor asked what happened before you lost consciousness." I suddenly stopped filtering my thoughts when mom mentioned this. I was alarmed because the problem might increase when what happened in the restaurant became the talk of the town.

"D-Did you tell him?" I asked. Too obvious with the way I stammered how nervous I was.

"Of course I didn't," mom answered while rolling her eyes. "I only told him we were having dinner when you suddenly passed out—just that," she assured me. I immediately sighed as a sign of relief when I heard this.

"I know what could happen if I did, so you don't have to worry about it. Your dad and I will protect you," she assured me.

"Thanks, mom," I gave her a hug and lay my head on her shoulder and as I moved away, she patted my cheek and smiled sweetly at me.

I'm thankful that they are my parents. Even though I grew up as a brat and kept getting upset when I did not get what I wanted, they never get tired of teaching me and loving me. They have no choice, anyway. I am their only child. I love them both so much. I just couldn't show it often.

Honestly, mom did the right thing, although she lied, yes, but she saved me from getting into more trouble.

It is actually strange how Lucas's family values their name, and almost all over England people know them, especially those in the line of big companies. That is the one thing I don't like about them, but I discovered it too late. I got to know when I was already married to one of them.

Well, I found out they were so afraid to put dirt on their name but they were fearless of doing things that could destroy it. They thought they could shut the mouths of people by stuffing them with money all the time.

I could do that as well. Our wealth is close to them. My dad could use all his power to put their family down if I asked him to, but I don't want to. I don't want to drag my parents to something I know would also cause something that we won't be happy with in the end. They are lucky because my parents are still using their brains. Still kind, despite what their son did to me. But earlier—I was a little surprised when Lucas said that we should talk about everything first.

He was asking for a chance, and that left me clueless. Like why? His reason was enough to end things between us. He was too shallow because his reason was I could not give him a child. Let me rephrase that—I haven't been able to give him a child—yet.

There are still chances that I could. I don't understand why he cheated and used that as a reason and that—really frustrates me to the core. If I could just give him a headbutt when he was still in front of me, I would, but I suddenly lost consciousness while they were quarreling.

His last words kept repeating inside my head. His words are sharp enough to pierce a heart.

"Are you okay, Elyana?" my mom out of nowhere suddenly asked me. I forgot I was still with her. I got lost in my own thoughts and for a moment, it scared me.

I could clearly see the concern and sadness in my mom's eyes. I knew she was hurting as well because of what was happening to me. It hurts to see her and my dad sad because of what I was going through. To realize my marriage was a mistake that I even fought for was truly a shame.

"Y-Yes, mom. I am," And this time, my turn to smile. But mine was fake, and hers was not.

Dad arrived, and we went back to the hotel. We requested sandwiches, and that was what we shared as our dinner. After eating and taking a few minutes of preparing before going to bed, we three slept together again in the same bed.

My parents hugged me like I was back to being their small daughter. Being in the middle of them made me feel protected. They fell asleep faster. I heard dad snoring, and as the night got deeper, the more my thoughts bothered me.

To distract my mind, I tried to think of a few plans to do after I get divorced, although Lucas didn't sign the papers yet—anyway, I thought of a few things, but what made me feel excited was the idea of going back to the Philippines to start a new life there.

I have friends in the Philippines, the Martincu's siblings who have been my friends since I remember. Lea the eldest, and the twins of Martincu, Felix, and Felipe—I mean Felicity, who are just a year older than me.

Felicity is my childhood best friend. Born as a boy, but he has a heart of a girl. I still remember those times he was often at our house when we were kids to play with me and my dolls. We play dress up and I let him wear my clothes and sometimes we do make-up together.

Their Dad was very strict when he was alive. That was why he hid who he truly was for a long time. Actually, I was the first to know. That became our secret for a very long time before I convinced him to tell his parents when we were in high school and, as we expected, their dad didn't accept it.

That was where he rebelled. He became the black sheep of their family and when we were in college, Felicity ran away and whatever he has now, it is the fruit of his own hard work. I had never been so proud when I got the news his career as a matchmaker had been booming.

He's a well-known matchmaker now in the Philippines. The owner of the first-ever matchmaker agency in the Philippines. Not a big agency, but he's earning big because most of his clients are rich.

Well, Felicity is the sister who would always make you smile. Among the three Marticu's children, he had been the closest to me. We stayed in contact but recently we have been so busy. Lea already had her own family. She just gave birth to her second child, and last among the Marticu's, Felix, this nerdy and aloof twin brother of Felicity whose brain had been so hard to read.

They are identical twins and it's hard to know who and who, but for me, I have a way. You just have to wait to see whose hand moves like he was holding a magic wand, and when it comes to Felipe, he mostly acts snobbish and he likes to walk out, it's Felix.

Felix—actually, he's the type of guy that girls chase, unlucky them. He was too snobbish and he always focused too much on his studies. He was the version of a no-girlfriend-since-birth, but I somehow understand why.

He is the only boy in their family, because one is only half, and their dad wanted one of his boys to be reliable enough to manage their engineering firm. I heard he's still single and I'm thirty-six now—he's thirty-seven.

Sometimes it made me wonder maybe he was waiting for someone. Who knows, when we were kids, people around us teased us as childhood sweethearts. They say we look good together. One is handsome and one beautiful. Thinking about those old times puts a smile on my face. I honestly feel like a fool, smiling alone. Even though my day and the days that passed were very stressful, I found a reason to smile.

Like I suddenly found a light, even though darkness surrounds me.

I fell asleep after reminiscing about things back in the Philippines and I put it on the top list of the plans I will do once I'm done with Lucas.