CATALINA
Tears welled up in my eyes as soon as the steel gate opened by a police officer, leading me to the outside world of hell. It feels like a year, even though I was just deprived of my freedom for two months. I was still confused as to why my case was dismissed. I kept asking the officers what happened to my father's death, but none of them gave me a response. Was he really poisoned? Who killed him? What's his motive? Or is it because he is a competitive businessman? I know he has a lot of enemies when it comes to the business world. I really need to talk to the lawyer and police officers who handled the case. But for now, I need to talk to James or Fiona. Maybe they know something too. I looked around, hoping to find my husband or sister, but there were no familiar faces or cars around. One car was only parked in front of the penitentiary with a plate number DM000, but I'm not familiar with it. I hailed a cab and headed first to my villa, where James and I were living. I was about to open the gate, but it suddenly went open and a security guard came out. "Mr. Cruz." He stopped. Eyes widened in horror as if he had seen a ghost. "M-Madam?" "Where's James?" "I-In the company.” I nodded and glanced behind him. The house is still the same. But I tilt my head in confusion. It feels like something has changed, but I don't know what that is. I ignored those weird feelings and went to the company. I know James was busy taking responsibility for my father's position. But is that a valid reason for him to forget about me? Not for me. He's not answering his phone, the same with Fiona. Also… he needs to know about my pregnancy. While on my way to the company, my heart suddenly pounded anxiously. Am I that nervous to see my husband after two months? I clenched my fist in my chest with a deep sigh, and I looked outside the window. It's been a while since I saw the busy street, the traffic, towering buildings, people wandering on the sidewalk, laughing, gossiping, and some were minding their own business. I miss this kind of freedom. Will my life go back to how it used to be? The car stopped in front of the Gomez Enterprise. Seeing the building made me miss my dad. It seems like he passed away just yesterday. I got out of the cab before tears streamed out of my face and I reached the entrance. However, as soon as the guard laid his eyes on me, he seemed taken aback at my sudden appearance. "Ms. Gomez..." He said almost a whisper. My brows furrowed at what he called me. Why is he calling me Ms. Gomez now? "Where's James?” "I-In his office, ma'am." He hastily opens the glass door as his voice trembles... in fear? What has gotten with people? Do they expect that I won't be able to leave the prison? The guard led me to the VIP elevator, and I noticed the people's judgmental gaze on me. Or... Do they believe that I really killed my father? They must know by now that I got out because I was innocent. I ignore them and enter the elevator until it reaches the CEO floor. But his office is empty. Where is he? Is he having a meeting outside? I was about to leave the office to go back home, but I heard a noise coming from the conference room. I shuddered when that noise seemed like a woman sensually moaning. As I got closer to the door, my jaw clenched when I heard a man curse while moaning. Those bastards! Is my father's company being converted into a motel?! F*ck!! I opened the door without knocking, ready to yell at those assholes, but my world shattered at the two people doing something immoral on the table. I was stunned and numb to see James... and Fiona… naked. "What the fuck?!” I almost lost my balance and breath as my whole system froze. They were startled at my sudden appearance, and in a flash, they hastily put their clothes on with widened eyes as if they didn't expect to see me here. My eyes welled up in tears as my hands clenched in rage. Is this for real? They... they have– "What the hell are you doing here?!" James roars in fury, ignoring the tears streaming down my face. Ho-How dare he get mad at me?! “W-What is this? What the hell did you do behind my back?! A-Are you cheating–” "Cheating? What a laugh.” I was taken aback at his little laugh. "Wh-What?" He scratched his lower lip. "She's single..." pulled Fiona closer, and he shamelessly kissed her in front of me. "And so do I." He continued, which confused me even more. "What si-single?" I showed him our wedding ring around my finger, chest tightened with all the pain. "DID YOU ALREADY FORGET THAT YOU HAVE A WIFE, WAITING INSIDE THAT GODDAMN PRISON?! AND HERE YOU ARE! STABBING ME BEHIND WITH FIONA! OUT OF ALL PEOPLE, WHY HER?!!" I threw the wedding ring on his face; Trembling in fury. But he scoffed while staring at the ring, rolling on the floor. And the laughter of Fiona completely made me lose my temper. An immature bitch!! My hands clenched as I was ready to give Fiona the lesson she deserved for seducing my husband, but James' next word made me stop in my trance as my heart tore into pieces. "We're divorced, Catalina.”CATALINAThe baby in my arms moves as her tiny mouth twitches in sleep. I adjust her gently, just enough not to wake her. Her warmth anchors me, but my eyes drift again to the balcony, to where Dante and Karen were talking about work-related matters.“Why are you anxious?”“I don't know–” I paused and gazed at Abby, whose brow raised. “I'm not anxious.”“It’s obvious, ma'am.”“I was just looking at them.” I avoided her eyes and just looked at Lia on my lap who was sleeping peacefully.Abby didn't say anything after that. I know she's not convinced, and I'm glad she's not the type of person who will force you to speak up.She excused herself to get some water in the kitchen. I watched her walk away and I couldn't help but look at the balcony again.Suddenly, Dante leans against the railing while gesturing toward something on the tablet Karen is holding. They’ve been out there for nearly an hour and I can’t hear everything, but I know enough that it’s serious. I glance back at the liv
CATALINAThe scent of warm vanilla and melted chocolate wrapped around our home like a gentle embrace. It was Sunday afternoon, the kind of day when the sun dribbled lazily through the curtains and everything felt just a little slower and softer. In the kitchen, chaos and joy mingled like old friends.Cassie, Abby’s six-year-old daughter, was perched on a stool, elbows deep in cookie dough, wearing an apron three sizes too big. Her giggles erupted every time she squished chocolate chips between her fingers before popping them into her mouth.Abby stood close by, her sleeves rolled up, guiding Cassie with the kind of patience I get to see from her when it comes to my and Chen’s stubbornness. She was gentle, almost maternal in a way that tugged at something deep in me. Watching them together made me see Abby not just as someone who protects me, but as a mother trying to savor stolen moments.Chen zoomed around in a blur of excitement, a cookie bandit on a mission. He’d sneak spoonfuls
CATALINAWe were seated near the window, the sunlight poured across the table like a spotlight neither of us asked for. The restaurant was quiet for lunchtime, low jazz humming through the speakers, the kind of place where conversations were meant to be murmured, not shouted. I appreciated the atmosphere. It gave my silence room to breathe.Dante ordered without asking. He always did that, which was somehow both thoughtful and irritating. Grilled salmon, risotto, and lemon water with mint. He knew my preferences as well as he knew his quarterly projections. But something about today made it feel like he was performing muscle memory rather than genuine care.I pushed the risotto with my fork, watching the steam rise but barely tasting it. My mind kept circling back to the glances, the hesitation, the weird shift in the air back in his office.He noticed. Of course he did.“You’re quiet,” he finally said, eyes scanning mine. “Too quiet.”I tilted my head. “Am I?”He gave a soft smile, t
CATALINAI pushed the door open, expecting to see Karen perched behind Dante’s desk. She was someone’s assistant. I don't remember who’s under her. All I remember was that Karen was efficient, poised, and slightly terrifying to anyone who couldn’t hold eye contact for more than two seconds. When she looked up, her eyes widened ever so slightly, like someone caught mid-thought or mid-sentence.“Catalina,” she said, rising quickly. Her voice was steady, but her posture betrayed the startle.I smiled. “Hi, Karen. Sorry, didn’t mean to jump-scare you.”She blinked, then smiled tightly. “I just didn’t realize you were here.”I walked in, setting my drink on Dante’s desk like I owned it because, in a way, I did. Or at least shared pieces of this world with him. I noticed a stack of papers slightly askew from earlier, a pen uncapped, and the faint scent of Karen’s perfume lingering in the air, a little sweeter than usual.“No worries. I figured I’d wait here again. Dante should be back so
CATALINAI stepped into the sleek, glass-paneled lobby of my husband's company, the familiar hum of quiet productivity washing over me. The receptionist greeted me with a polite smile. I returned the smile and asked if Dante was in.“Mr. Marcellos just stepped out for a meeting, ma'am. You're welcome to wait in his office."Of course, he wasn’t here. That man and his calendar, a whirlwind of boardrooms, briefings, and business lunches. I thanked her and headed toward the elevator, heels clicking softly against the marble floor.His office was exactly as I remembered: minimalist, but elegant. Clean lines, glass desk, curated art pieces that suggested taste without showiness. I sank into the leather chair opposite his, letting my fingers drift across the armrest as I looked at the city skyline.I loved the way sunlight poured into this place. Even in his absence, it felt like him. I pulled out my book, but the pages blurred as my thoughts wandered. I imagined him walking in, surprised t
CATALINAMy heels clicked across the marble lobby of my building, the sound sharp and grounding. Employees greeted me with polite surprise, clearly not expecting me after I had taken a leave for six months. Seeing my husband looking so tired from taking care of the two companies, I decided to handle everything from now on. I’d left Daneliya and Chen at home curled up with Abby, who was probably letting him climb her like a jungle gym while keeping an eye out for roaming dinosaurs and snack emergencies. That kid… he’d roared himself to sleep last night, still wearing his dino onesie, tail dragging behind him like a flag of victory. She’s the only one I can trust right now. Dante still doesn't know that I’m coming back to work, so I will give him a surprise lunch later at his company.I met with my executive assistant, reviewed the quarterly numbers, and signed two critical contracts with a sense of calm I hadn’t expected. The time away had sharpened my perspective. I didn’t need to mi