Lara didn't find another chance to talk with Tasya. Migo had asked her friend to leave after dinner. He didn't tell her to leave directly, but he said that it was getting late and Lara needed to rest. Being sensitive, Tasya bid her goodbye and promised to call the next day.Lara was torn between feeling grateful for the temporary escape from Tasya's questions and being frustrated because Migo made the decision for her.But she couldn't argue with him, so she remained silent, even though she wanted to reprimand him for his coldness towards her friend."I need to fly to New York tomorrow," Migo said as they climbed the stairs to the second floor, where her room was located. "I'll be gone for two weeks straight.""Hmm," was all she managed to say. She felt a pang of sadness, but she reminded herself that every moment away from Migo was a moment she needed. It was challenging for her to see him regularly, especially when he was being extra caring. It was too dangerous for her vulnerable h
It had been a week since Miguel left for New York. Lara was feeling incredibly restless. She hadn't spoken to Tasya either; the latter had been too busy with work.The nurse hired by Migo kept her company, although Lara didn't really need her. She already had the nurse share her life story with her. She could almost memorize even her issues with her boyfriend now.When Lara wanted to sleep, she just let the nurse play with her phone. Honestly, the nurse didn't really do much, but Lara indulged Migo's wishes and let it be.Her life was becoming more monotonous with each passing day. With her injured arm, she doubted her life would return to normal anytime soon. She was growing impatient.So when Tasya called the following Sunday, Lara was ecstatic to have someone to talk to. Unfortunately, her happiness didn't last long due to a picture Tasya sent her."I saw Mr. Villareal with that beautiful woman," Tasya said during their video call.Lara was staring at the photo of Miguel and a woma
For the longest time, Miguel had maintained a private life. No pictures of him can be found online.But in just one night, the internet was flooded with news of his upcoming marriage. And several hours later, nothing was done to take it off. That made Lara believe it was true. She knew Migo; he could easily remove the news if he wanted to. But he didn't."Madam, what are you crying about?" Nurse Beth asked, her tone a mix of concern and curiosity. "Auntie Rosette is looking for you. She might come up here. It's like she doesn't believe it when I told her you were just too lazy to come down."She didn't want Auntie Rosette and Uncle George to see her like that. So she had instructed Nurse Beth to make up an excuse for her.The nurse had been convincing her to eat. But she didn't feel like eating anything. All she felt was pain. It felt like she was awaiting her death sentence.Maybe Migo would call her to say the news was true. What would she tell him then? Congratulations?The weigh
‘Tasya has got nothing to do with the pictures, Miguel. Don't make my best friend suffer for something that she didn't do.’Lara pressed the send button and sighed heavily. It felt like she was being suffocated by her actions. She didn't want to initiate a confrontation because Miguel hadn't called her yet about the situation.She hoped that her intentions were clear – she messaged him first for Tasya's sake, not because she wanted an explanation from him about his affairs.Her heart almost leaped out of her chest when her phone buzzed. She received a reply from Miguel.‘I know what I am doing, Lara.’She let out a deep breath. She glanced at Tasya, who was biting her lower lip, waiting for Lara to speak."I have to go now, Tasya. I promise you that I'll do everything I can," she said, bidding her friend goodbye. She needed to talk to Miguel. Not through a message or email. If not in person because he was overseas, she would call him."Please, Lara… We can't lose everything just like
They didn't talk about Meredith Jones, but Miguel's words were enough for Lara to put her mind at ease.He told her not to believe the news. That meant it wasn't true.Later that evening, Tasya called to thank her. The problem had been resolved, and the threats from their investors about pulling out were gone."I owe you, Lara," Tasya said, still sniffling. "What will I ever do without you? What if you weren't my friend, and I got into this mess? Where would I end up if my parents disowned me?""That's what you get for trusting so easily," Chester interjected. He was with them on the video call, and he didn't hide his disappointment with their friend."Chester!" Lara shot him a glare. "Don't blame her anymore!""He's right, though," Tasya said. "I'm sorry for dragging you into my mess, Lara.""It's okay. Everything's fine now. Just be careful next time, alright? You might get into trouble yourself next time.""Listen to Lara, Tasya. And try to be less gullible with guys. Next time, in
Lara knew that it was impossible for Miguel to feel the same way for her.She accepted that, which was why even though she loved him, she never said anything. But there was only one reason that made her accept that her husband couldn't learn to love her.And that reason was Lena. His love for Lena was real and deep, hindered only by circumstances. But what they had was something Lara believed she could never match.Apart from that reason, she would not accept anything more.For instance, there were the never-ending rumors about him and Meredith Jones and his failure to deny those rumors publicly, and most infuriating of all, Miguel arrived in the country with the woman.As if that wasn't enough, he brought Meredith Jones to their mansion! And now, she was scowling at the two of them."Listen first, Lara," Migo attempted to explain."No!" She cut him off sharply. She didn't care if she seemed rude in front of his beautiful and sophisticated companion. The moment he allowed that woman t
They went to a different bar. Although it was the same typical noisy, dark, and smoky, there were the second and third floors. They stayed on the second floor where Chester was said to be."Let's stay here to avoid the noise," Tasya said. "We can only afford membership up to the second floor. The third floor is super VIP. I need to date a billionaire first before I can afford it," she joked before they stopped in front of a closed door. Their guide knocked before it was opened for them, and the guide bid them farewell."Princesses are taking forever," Chester complained immediately, holding a menu of food and drinks."Traffic," Tasya replied.It was quiet there, and honestly, it didn't feel like a bar. It was cozy, clean, and fragrant. No smell of smoke."So, why do we have an urgent meeting again? I had to send my companion home just to come here," he asked, lifting his gaze. Concern immediately flashed in his eyes as they fell on her injured arm. "What happened to your arm, Lara?" I
Lara caught her breath as Miguel's fist collided with the wall behind her and Chester. Her friend had used the wall for support when he got up earlier, and Lara's interference was too late to stop the momentum of Miguel's punch. Instead of accidentally hitting her, Miguel chose the wall behind her.Holding her breath, Lara stared into her husband's fiery eyes.If looks could kill, Lara and Chester would have already dropped dead and cold. That's how menacing and terrifying Miguel's gaze was.Despite knowing that Miguel was hurt, she was afraid to look at his fist. Miguel didn't flinch, but she was certain he was in pain."Move, Lara," Miguel said in a low, firm voice, with a warning."P-please," she whimpered. "Don't hurt him.""Move away, d4mn it!" he shouted, almost making her jump.To her surprise, Chester suddenly pushed her away. "So, is he the man who made you cry, Lara?" Chester challenged, returning Miguel's dangerous gaze with equal intensity.He seemed sober now, perhaps sob