LOGINDorry immediately yanked her hand away from the man and rushed over to me.
I smirked. Her strides were so wide that she reached me in no time. And from the way she moved, it seemed like she didn’t want the man to see my face. She even stood right in front of me, blocking his view.
“Nelson, what are you doing here? I told you to wait outside! You’re so stubborn,” Dorry snapped, narrowing her eyes at me. “You’re embarrassing!”
“Embarrassing?” I echoed.
“You’re embarrassing me in front of my boss! You just barged into the office without permission!” she added.
“I got bored. You were taking forever. And besides, it’s scorching hot outside, Dorry. I came in to cool off. Turns out, there’s an even hotter scene to witness in here!”
“Dorothy, who is he?” the man Dorry had been speaking with asked calmly.
His voice was soft and pleasant, but it was clear to me he was pretending. Too smooth. Too polished. The kind of fake kindness that reeked of manipulation. And poor Dorry had no idea she was being played.
“I’m sorry, Hector,” she said, turning to him. “This is…” She paused and glanced at me.
Her look said it all. Don’t say anything stupid.
“This is my friend, Nelson,” she finally said, still standing in front of me like she was trying to hide me.
She even adjusted my tie and gave me a forced smile before facing Hector again.
“Your friend—” Hector began, but the moment his eyes met mine, he stopped mid-sentence. His expression shifted.
Of all the people I didn’t want to see, Hector was one of them. And by the way, his face froze; the feeling was mutual. His eyes widened, and he practically forgot how to breathe.
I was momentarily taken aback, too, but I recovered quickly. Coming back here meant I had to be ready to face ghosts from the past. I had prepared myself for this.
I smiled. “Long time no see, Hector. You look surprised.”
I stepped forward, and Dorry instinctively moved to my side.
“I get it, Hector. You weren’t expecting to see me again. And yes, I’m Dorry’s friend,” I said with a smirk, wrapping an arm around her waist. She immediately slapped my hand away.
“You two know each other?” Dorry asked, her eyes darting between us in confusion.
I squinted at Hector, who just stared at me, pretending not to recognize me.
“Oh, I know him. But I doubt he remembers me,” I replied, watching him struggle to swallow.
His reaction didn’t surprise me. It’s what happens when the past punches you in the face.
And honestly, fate has one hell of a twisted sense of humor. A few hours back in this country, and I’d already run into two people from my past. First Dorry, now this pompous idiot.
“Dorothy, he looks familiar, but I don’t think I know him,” Hector said, shaking his head.
What a liar. I couldn’t help but chuckle. “As expected,” I muttered.
“Nelson…” Dorry hissed, pinching my back. Clearly trying to maintain her image in front of Mr. Pretentious.
Seriously, did he think a suit and pants pulled up to his chest made him look hot?
“You said it… You don’t know me. So let’s not argue. Just make sure you stick to that story,” I said with a grin, winking at Dorry.
Hector clenched his jaw, careful not to let her see the irritation in his face. But the second she turned his way, he smiled again like nothing was wrong.
“Shall we, my friend?” I said to Dorry, smirking again as she glared at me.
Then she turned to Hector with a polite smile.
“Hector, thank you for allowing me to work with your company,” she said sweetly, offering her hand.
“It’s my pleasure, Dorothy—”
“Let’s go. Enough chit-chat,” I interrupted, slapping Hector’s hand away just before it touched hers. The looks on their faces were priceless.
“You two can talk more tomorrow, when no one’s out here melting in the heat or dying from boredom,” I said, grabbing Dorry by the waist and dragging her out with me.
I didn’t care if her heels made it hard for her to keep up. That’s what she gets for smiling that sweetly at another guy when all she ever gives me is a death stare.
“Are you insane?! What the hell was that, Nelson? That was incredibly rude!” she barked as soon as we got outside.
“Fine, I’m rude. But that guy? He’s worse!” I said, jabbing a thumb back at the building.
“I don’t care about your feud! And I really don’t care who’s ruder between the two of you. What you did was wrong. He’s my boss!”
“Boss? Are you seriously that blind? Can’t you see the way he looks at you? It’s like he’s undressing you with his eyes… like he’s already got you in bed,” I snapped.
Her eyes narrowed. She let out a bitter laugh, then sighed hard. “Why does it matter to you if he undresses me with his eyes? It’s just a look. But you...” She stopped, glaring at my hand still resting on her waist. “You’re getting too comfortable.”
She slapped it away.
“You should be grateful it was just my hand and not my entire body!” I shot back, chuckling as I jogged ahead.
She looked ready to hurl her bag at me, but she paused when she noticed Hector watching us through the glass.
I waved at him with a smug grin.
“Come on, Dorry. Your parents have been waiting,” I said, climbing into the car.
I watched her wave at Hector, who responded with a flying kiss. Ugh. Disgusting.
And Dorry… I wanted to pinch her. Smiling back like that!
“How do you two even know each other?” she asked as she got in.
I frowned. She glared.
“Didn’t you hear him earlier? He claimed he didn’t know me. So I guess I’m just someone who knows him,” I muttered as she started the engine.
“Yeah, I heard. But seriously, Nelson, don’t do that again. Stay out of my business. You ruined my plans… maybe even my job!”
I laughed bitterly. “At least it’s just your plans and job that got wrecked. Me? My whole damn life went down the drain.”
She looked at me briefly. “Why are you blaming me for everything? You’re an adult, Nelson. We both made choices back then. If your life got screwed up, that was on you, not me.”
“You just don’t stop talking, do you?” I snapped. “Did I say it was your fault? Sure, you messed up my life for a while, but Dorry, there’s so much you don’t know. So don’t flatter yourself. My world doesn’t revolve around you. Just like you, I ended up on that island trying to forget...”
Then, the car came to a halt.
Dr. Jessa’s eyes widened the moment she saw me. Shock and fear flashed across her face. She just stared, frozen and unable to move. I took a step forward. Her eyes followed every slow stride I made. Only when I was just a few steps away did she seem to snap back to herself. She straightened up and cleared her throat. “Mr. Fabriano,” she said, trying to stay calm, but I didn’t miss her trembling lips and the fear hiding behind her eyes.“Vianna May?” I asked, uttering my wife’s name.“Sir…” she managed to say as she held onto the backrest of the linked chairs, as if drawing strength from it just to keep herself from collapsing.“Where is my wife?” I asked without beating around the bush.She swallowed hard, another thing she failed to hide. “Mr. Fabriano…” she stammered.“Doctor… the director has been calling for you!” a nurse suddenly cut in.Without a word, the doctor quickly moved away from me. I followed her straight to the elevator.“Why is he looking for me?” she asked her comp
I kept taking deep breaths while staring at Aunt Violy, who was still fast asleep. I held her hand and gently massaged it.Regret weighed heavily on me. It was my fault she ended up here. Every time I remembered her reaction when I told her what she needed to know, it felt like my chest was being crushed.“Aunt Violy, I’m sorry…” My grip on her hand tightened. If only I had protected Vianna May, none of this would have happened. My wife wouldn’t be missing, and Aunt Violy wouldn’t be lying here now.I kept apologizing to her over and over. I kept promising I would find my wife. And when that time finally came, I would make sure we would never be separated again. I would do everything just to keep us happy.“Bro… get some rest. You’ve been staring at her for a long time. Remember, Aunt Violy is still upset with you. What if she wakes up and sees your face? She might slap you or faint again from anger.”Nelson suddenly squawked; apparently, he had been watching me in silence for a while
My chest felt tight as I watched Aunt Violy busily attending to her customers. I could only see her from inside the car, but my feet were already itching to move. I wanted to go to her, to finally introduce myself as her son-in-law, but it wasn’t that simple.I wondered if I would ever get the chance to call her Mom. What if she hated me for what happened to Vianna May?“You sure about this, bro? You’ve really decided to talk to Aunt Violy?” Nelson asked. I glanced at him briefly, then gave a bitter smile, my eyes drawn back to where she stood.I exhaled and leaned against the seat, weighing whether I truly dared to face her. It had been almost two weeks of driving here, watching her from a distance, and losing my nerve every single time.“Don’t tell me you’re backing out again? Tomorrow’s your last therapy session. You’re stronger now. I’m sure you can handle whatever your mother-in-law says to you.” Nelson’s voice carried its usual rough confidence.I forced a smile. “Mother-in-law.
DIEGO Danica covered her mouth with her hand, stifling her sobs.“Diego… what happened to you? Where’s Vianna May?” she asked, clutching me tightly.I couldn’t answer right away. I didn’t even know what to say. My eyes shifted to Nelson, who subtly wiped his tears and looked away.I wanted to ask why my cousin was here. Why did he tell them where I was? He knew I didn’t want my family to worry. I didn’t want them to know about my condition—about our condition, my wife’s and mine.I wanted answers. I wanted to read them in his eyes, but he quickly turned away.So, I just hugged my cousin, who was still crying uncontrollably, refusing to let go. My own tears fell, but I wiped them away immediately. I didn’t want her to see the grief in my eyes. The pain that was eating me alive. But I didn’t know how much longer I could pretend to be strong.“Diego…” she sobbed again.I placed my hands on her shoulders and gently pulled her back a little.“Danica, stop crying. Look at me, I’m fine,” I
I had nothing else to say to my friend but that. There was really nothing we could do except hope and pray that Mia was still alive.He buried his face in his hands again, his shoulders still trembling. And there I was, useless as ever, able only to pat and rub his back.“Bro, that’s enough. Being sad all the time will only make things worse for you. Remember, you just woke up. Take it easy, okay? Try to stay strong.”“I’m trying to, bro. I want to believe that my wife is safe, but every time I think about her being with Romeo, I can’t stop imagining the worst. He hurt her before, and it happened again when he kidnapped us!” His voice broke, and he tried to hold back his sobs.I rested my forehead on his shoulder. I didn’t know what else to do. How do you comfort someone who’s already breaking? Should I just hug him?“Come on, bro. Stop crying before I lose my manly composure and end up hugging you out of nowhere.”He turned his head sharply, eyes still wet with tears. I instinctively
"Bro, wake up already! People are starting to think we’re a couple. My image is getting ruined!" I shook him, hoping he would wake up, but he didn’t. "If I end up single for life, it’s your fault, bro!" I added, still trying to wake him.I sighed. He was alive, breathing normally. But he still hadn’t woken up. He was still in a coma.Even the doctors couldn’t explain why. There were no other complications in his body. He had stayed in the ICU for several days because his heart had stopped, but he fought back. His heart began to beat again, even though his body was weak and nearly lifeless—all because of that bastard Romeo.Diego was lucky that some divers happened to spot him. Otherwise, I’m sure he wouldn’t have made it.We couldn’t do anything when we chased after them. We didn’t even see which direction the yacht had gone. All we found were the panicked foreign tourists aboard the rented boat.As we approached, my chest tightened with fear. Even before we reached them, the boatm







