"Sometimes I wonder why I am still alive. Is it for you to spoil me with visits like this?" Meredith rolled her eyes at him. She was propped up against the headboard of her hospital bed when he approached her. "You're here every day, Migo.""It's for you to realize that there's someone who is not yet ready to lose you," Miguel answered, lightly pinching his friend's cheek."As if!"Her gunshot wounds weren't fatal because she was wearing a bulletproof vest. However, she was hit in the arm and shoulder. She was recovering from her injuries, but her sickness persisted and worsened."Have you made up your mind yet?"Meredith sighed. "I made my decision a long time ago, you know it. So, I don't understand why you're still trying to convince me every day.""Mer, until you've tried everything, it's not over. Besides, do you really want to leave me now?""Cut it out," she chuckled, scolding him. "You can't guilt-trip me like that. I know you're happy now. You don't need me anymore, Miguel."
"I think our baby is moving..."Lara laughed softly at what Miguel said. His hand was on her belly, feeling the movements even though she wasn't even showing yet."Is that so?" She knew it was impossible because their baby was just a few weeks old. But she didn't have the heart to correct him. Migo was just excited. "Then get ready, Migo. I'm sure when he comes out, he'll be a playful and active child!""Also beautiful, kind, smart, brave, and takes after his mom..." Miguel smiled gently at her.That warmed her heart. Lara was happy, so happy."You want a daughter?""Whether it's a son or a daughter, it's fine. What's important is that both of you are healthy and well," he said, moving closer to cup her face. "I love you, sweetheart...""I love you too, Miguel..."Miguel bent to kiss her lips softly.Lara wanted to cry. She could feel her husband's love for her, and she felt ashamed that she had caused him so much worry. But despite her reckless decision to meet Stefano and falling in
"Stop crying, I'm not dead yet."Lara couldn't decide whether to laugh or be affected by the emotional outpouring of her two friends.After a week and a half since her near-death experience, Miguel finally allowed her friends to know what had happened to her and visit her."Shut up!" Tasya wiped her tears away. "You always do this to us! I'm scared that next time, we'll just be mourning over your dead body!""Lara, how could you not tell us? We get it that we might not be able to protect you like your husband could, but aren't we your friends? At least let us know what's going on with you," Chester said, his expression serious. His eyes were red from earlier tears."I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean not to tell—""I asked you!" Tasya cut in. "You didn't tell me! If I had known how dangerous your plan was, I should never have agreed to help you! I regret letting you do something without knowing the whole plan!""Tash, I'm sorry... I didn't want to tell you because I knew you wouldn'
Seventeen years ago, Lara did not understand why she survived a massacre and her family didn’t. Even when her mind was etched with the face of their killer, all she ever thought of was giving justice to their deaths. She knew she would see him again. And she was not wrong. Almost two decades passed, their paths crossed again.Now that she stood at the witness stand and she could see the horror in Stefano’s eyes, Lara was convinced that God allowed her to live for that very purpose. To make Stefano pay for the crimes he committed.Earlier, when the man saw her, he was greatly surprised. Perhaps he had assumed she was dead. Well, she couldn't blame him. He saw her condition back then because he was the one responsible for her gunshot wound. But he had miscalculated. It wasn't her time yet.Lara swore an oath to only tell the truth. And that was exactly what she did. But she was surprised by her own composure. She didn’t break down even when she recalled everything that happened many yea
"Big sister, you are so beautiful!!! You look like a princess!" Seven-year-old Lara exclaimed with twinkling eyes full of admiration. Her older sister Lena was currently fitting her gown for her upcoming wedding."Really, Lara?" Lena bent down and squeezed both of her cheeks. "You really are my number one fan!"She gave her sister her big smile, showing off her missing front tooth. Lena had just turned eighteen but she was already set to marry her childhood sweetheart, Migo, in a month’s time. It was still too early, but she could see that Lena was happy with her decision."Do you want to fit your gown, too?" Lena asked.Lara nodded excitedly. She was going to be her sister's flower girl. Of course, she must also have a gown fitting! She will also wear white, like a little bride.Lena helped her put on her gown. Then, they both looked in the mirror."Wow! I also look like a princess! Look at me, big sister!""Yes, you are! Wait, let's take a picture together." Lena took her phone and
Eleven years later..."It’s still very early for such a grumpy face, Señorita!"Lara looked up frowningly at the source of the voice — it was Chester Salas, one of her two best friends. He was tall, dark, handsome and a typical playboy at one glance."So? What do you care, Mister?" She asked with a raised eyebrow."I do care, Señorita, because when you’re grumpy like that, the whole world is affected!" He said dramatically while slapping his own forehead before sitting down beside her."Go away, Chester! Get out of my sight!" She remarked irritably. She was not in the mood for his unfunny jokes. Every time she wakes up on the wrong side of the bed like today, she just can't control her temper. Why was she not in the mood? Well, there’s really no reason. She was just bored with her life."Hey, what is really wrong with you?" Chester asked her, not minding her bad mood. "Wait, where is Tasya? Class is about to start, but she's not here yet."“She’s not coming to school today," she answe
"Divorce?" Atty Baltazar repeated her words as if it was the most unbelievable word ever."Yes, Atty., divorce," she confirmed."Mrs. Villareal," he leaned back on his chair and looked at her intently, like he was wondering what the hell she was thinking. She met the old lawyer's gaze. She needed to show him that she was being serious. She had thought about it for several months and was able to convince herself that it was the right thing to do. She knew she could also convince Atty. Baltazar if he saw the determination in her eyes."Mrs. Villareal," he said again. He clasped his hands on top of his glass table before continuing. "Do you even understand what you’re saying?"She stopped herself from raising an eyebrow. Did she look like she did not understand what she wanted to happen? Her? The Lara Andrade, who graduated summa cum laude just this past month?What she wanted was really simple -- divorce her absentee and overly mysterious husband!Did she need to prove to him that she u
C4 - Proud."Lara," Migo repeated when he didn’t hear from her again. "Are you still there?" Lara’s picture of Migo’s face on her head was vague now. But by the tone he used, she could almost see him frowning at her vividly.His voice… It was no longer the same as how she remembered he sounded. It seemed like his voice became more beautiful. He sounded mysterious and cold and yet Lara felt as though a hand touched her heart.Ah, she couldn’t explain the feeling. "Lara," Miguel started to sound annoyed. "Look, if you don't want to talk, return the phone to George—""I'm here," she cut him, her heartbeat racing. She thought she couldn’t breathe properly. Or was she just very nervous that she was palpitating?She waited so long for this. For this one phone call. For this chance to hear his voice! Finally!"Well, good," Miguel’s tone was serious again. "I want you to prepare your credentials and go to the office tomorrow.""In your office?” She couldn’t believe it.For years, she was te