MasukChapter 3
Elaine stood inside the airport terminal, one hand on the handle of her suitcase. It was almost 2 AM. Hindi matao. Just a few tired travelers, some airport staff, the sound of rolling luggage across tiled floors. She chose the earliest flight she could find. Singapore. She didn’t overthink it. She just needed to leave before she changed her mind. She sat near the window, watching planes take off one by one. Every time a plane lifted into the dark sky, her chest tightened. Ganito pala ang pakiramdam ng umalis. Not dramatic. Just heavy. She opened her phone. No missed calls. No messages. She stared at Aron’s name in her contacts. She didn’t delete it. Hindi pa. Instead, she typed a message. Ingat ka. She stared at it for a long time. Then deleted it. Hindi na niya trabaho ang mag-alala. She leaned back on the cold metal chair and closed her eyes for a second. Five years. Five years syang nagmahal.. She wasn’t angry anymore. She was just… empty. ⸻ At the same time— Aron finally went home. The house lights were off except for the small lamp near the staircase. He loosened his tie as he entered, placing his keys on the table. “Elaine?” he called out instinctively. Silence answered. Of course. He walked upstairs slowly. When he opened the bedroom door, something felt different immediately. Too neat. Too arranged. He stepped inside. Her side of the closet was half empty. The dresser was cleared of her perfumes. The small jewelry tray she used every night was gone. He stood there longer than necessary. Then he noticed the wedding photo downstairs wasn’t in its place anymore. He went back down. It was still there. Just turned face down. His jaw tightened. He walked back to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. For five years, this side of the mattress dipped slightly because of her weight. Tonight, it didn’t. He lay back slowly, staring at the ceiling. He thought he would feel relief. Instead, the room felt unfamiliar. Too quiet. He remembered how she used to wait for him. Even when he came home late. Even when he barely spoke. She never complained. He swallowed. “She’ll be fine,” he muttered to himself. Elaine was strong. Composed. Rational. She wouldn’t fall apart. ⸻ At the airport— Boarding was announced. Elaine stood up, her legs slightly shaky but steady enough. As she handed her passport to the staff, her fingers trembled just a little. “This is it,” she whispered. Not to anyone. Just to herself. When she stepped onto the plane, she didn’t look back. ⸻ Back in the empty house— Aron reached for his phone again. He opened her contact. He stared at it. Then finally— He called. The automated voice responded calmly: “The number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable.” He lowered the phone slowly. For the first time that night— He felt it. Not relief. Not freedom. But something unfamiliar. Something uncomfortable. Something that felt a little too much like loss.Chapter 13Zurich – Six Months LaterTheir second wedding was private.No political alliances.No business strategy.No grandparents arranging anything.Just choice.Elaine wore a clean ivory suit instead of a gown.“No cages this time,” she told Aron softly before walking down the aisle.He smiled.“No cages.”They signed papers not as obligation—But as two CEOs of their own lives.⸻Chapter 14The RivalTwo Years Into MarriageElaine was now Global Risk Chair at Virex.Aron had expanded Salazar Group into European renewable infrastructure.They didn’t merge companies.They collaborated strategically.Equal.Then came the threat.A new conglomerate:Kessler & Vale HoldingsAggressive.Silent.Acquiring smaller firms across Asia and Europe.One morning, Elaine received a confidential report.“They’re targeting Southeast Asia liquidity channels,” her analyst said.That meant Salazar.Same week—Aron received intel.“They’re shorting European stabilization bonds.”That meant Virex.It
Chapter 12Zurich – Two Years LaterSnow fell softly outside the glass walls of Virex Global Headquarters.Elaine Flores stood at the head of the boardroom.Not nervous.Not proving.Owning.Her hair was shorter now. Cleaner cut.Her posture sharper.Her voice lower. Controlled.“Shift the hedge to euro-franc stabilization,” she said calmly. “We don’t chase volatility. We position above it.”Executives twice her age listened.Not because she was loud.Because she was right.After the meeting, one board member approached her.“You negotiate like someone who’s lost something significant.”She gave a small, private smile.“I have.”“Do you miss it?”She paused.“Hindi ko nami-miss yung sakit,” she answered quietly. “Pero minsan… nami-miss ko yung version ko na marunong pang maghintay.”But she no longer waited.She built.⸻Meanwhile – PhilippinesAron Salazar had changed.Not publicly dramatic.Subtly.Board decisions became less aggressive.Partnerships became more collaborative.Emplo
Chapter 11Singapore – After the Zurich PresentationElaine stepped out of the executive dining room after meeting the Zurich board.Her posture was calm.Pero sa loob?Grabe ang tibok ng puso niya.She did well. She knew she did.Pero hindi siya nagyabang. Hindi siya nagdiwang.She just breathed.Paglingon niya—Nandoon si Aron sa dulo ng hallway.Tahimik.Watching.Hindi galit.Hindi dominant.Just… present.“You were impressive,” he said.“Thank you.”Walang lambing.Walang nostalgia.Professional.He studied her.“Hindi ka na natatakot magsalita.”She gave a small smile. “Natakot ako dati. Pero mas natakot akong mawala yung sarili ko.”That stayed between them.Heavy. Honest.⸻That Night – The CallHer phone rang while she was removing her heels.Aron.Saglit siyang pumikit bago sumagot.“Yes?”There was no small talk.“I didn’t love you the way you deserved.”Diretso.She didn’t breathe for a second.He continued.“Akala ko noon, love should feel overwhelming. Passionate. Chosen
Chapter 10Singapore – Late EveningPrivate BoardroomThe city lights reflected against the glass walls. Negotiations had ended an hour ago, but neither of them had left.Elaine was packing her laptop when Aron spoke.“You don’t look at me the same way anymore.”She paused.Not startled.Just still.“I don’t look at you the same way I used to,” she replied calmly.He exhaled slowly.“When we got married… I told myself it was obligation.”She didn’t interrupt.“I thought I was being honest. I thought I was doing the right thing by not pretending.”A quiet, bitter smile touched her lips.“You weren’t pretending,” she said softly. “You just didn’t choose me.”Silence filled the space between them.“I didn’t understand you,” he continued. “I thought you were passive. Content. I didn’t realize you were adjusting to survive.”Her throat tightened slightly — but she kept steady.“You never asked.”That one hurt.He stepped closer.“I regret how I handled it.”She met his eyes.“You regret le
Chapter 9Crestline Capital – Executive FloorElaine was reviewing quarterly exposure sheets when Mr. Lim entered without knocking.“Close the door.”That wasn’t casual.She stood immediately.“Yes, sir?”He placed a folder on her desk.“Salazar Group is proposing a joint regional liquidity hedge.”Her fingers paused.Professional face.Neutral.“I see.”“He specifically requested you to be lead strategist.”There it was.Not coincidence.Not accident.Choice.Elaine kept her tone even. “Because I handled the volatility framework?”Mr. Lim studied her carefully.“He said you understand his risk tolerance.”The irony almost made her smile.“Yes,” she replied calmly. “I do.”Mr. Lim folded his arms.“This deal doubles our regional footprint. But it will require close coordination.”“How close?”“Direct reporting between you and Salazar.”No buffer.No middle executive.Just them.Elaine’s heartbeat shifted — but her face didn’t.“I can do it,” she said.Mr. Lim nodded once.“And one mor
Chapter 8Singapore – Financial DistrictThe conference hall was cold.Air-conditioned to the point of discomfort.Elaine adjusted her blazer and checked her presentation slides one last time.First external strategy meeting.First time representing Crestline Capital in front of regional investors.Her palms were slightly cold.“Relax,” she whispered to herself. “You’ve done harder things.”The doors opened.Executives began entering.Foreign investors.Bank representatives.Regional directors.And then—Her world tilted.Aron Salazar walked in.Navy suit.Confident stride.Unchanged.Except—He looked thinner.Sharper.And when his eyes landed on her—Time stopped.Elaine didn’t move.Hindi siya umatras.Hindi siya nagulat nang todo.Just… still.Professional.Aron’s expression didn’t crack.But his steps slowed.So this is where you are.Mr. Lim approached them.“Ah, Mr. Salazar. Perfect timing. This is our new strategist—Ms. Elaine Flores.”Not Mrs.Not anything else.Just her name







