She left again. She left me again. It hurts so much. It feels like I’m slowly being killed. What else am I lacking? I changed myself for her. I loved her so much. I gave her everything—even my soul. Was that still not enough? Why did she still choose that man? I really thought we were okay. I thought she was happy with me. I thought she really loved me. But it was all just wishful thinking. This hurts even more than when she left me before.
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"Good afternoon," we all said in unison. I didn't look at him right away because my pen fell, and I had to pick it up from the floor. "Are you spacing out? You miss him, don't you?" Jacky teased me. I looked at her from staring at the onion I've been holding for a while now, but it's still whole. I'm cooking spaghetti for this friend of mine. "What are you talking about?" "Oh, come on! Pretending again! I know your Jace loves spaghetti!" She poked my side while moving her eyebrows. "Stop it!" I said, laughing and pretending to throw the onion at her. She ran to the other side of the kitchen to avoid it. I just shook my head when I saw her still teasing eyes. I just rolled my eyes and looked away. She rested her chin on her hand and put her arms on the back of the chair and became serious. "But seriously, Arrienne, don't you miss him?" She stared at me and waited for my answer. "No," I answered without looking at her. I don't miss him. I don't miss him. I won't miss him. Never! Who am I kidding?! Chapter One Jeez! It's Monday, and I'm sweating from running! I'm late. I'm sure she's going to scold me again. It's so annoying. "Good morning." I greeted the receptionist while walking fast. I didn't wait for her to answer my greeting and went inside. I've been working here at Good Financing Company for two months now. I'm in the Accounting Department. Specifically, in the Bank Recon Team. There are three of us in that team, plus our grumpy biser. "Arrienne! You're late today," Carl said. He's courting me even though I told him it's not possible. We're in the same department. He's also in accounting but in a different team. He's in AR Posting. "Ahh, traffic," I answered. He walked beside me as I walked fast. "Ahh, is that so? Let's go out later, Arrienne," he said. I stopped walking and looked at him. He asks me out almost every day. "I can't. I need to go home early later." I answered and just shook my head and continued walking. "Come on, just for today. I've been asking you out for a long time," he insisted. I just rolled my eyes and ignored him. He'll just ruin my day with his nagging. Well, he's good-looking. Kind, patient, smart... but I just don't like him. I don't feel anything for him. I don't want to give him false hope. I immediately fixed my things when I got to my working station. Thankfully, it seems like the witch Biser isn't here yet. "Hey Arrienne! I have gossip for you!" I looked at Karen. We're on the same team, and Lucy, who I saw putting on makeup at her station. I laughed a little. She's always excited about gossip! "What is it?" I asked. "The new boss is super handsome! Our new boss. I heard he's a hunk. Girls will drop their panties!" she said with matching kilig. As if she's seen him. "It's gossip, right? So it's probably not true," I said, shaking my head. "What do you mean not true? He's upstairs now. The others have seen him, so it's not gossip anymore. It's a fact." "Fine, I'll believe you," I said while logging in to my PC. "But I think he's married. Even if he's handsome, I'm sure he has someone." I said the last sentence in a whisper. "What are you talking about? I heard he's only 29 and..." she raised her index finger and moved it. "Single! No wife, no boyfriend, no one. Where else can you find that?" "Maybe he's gay." "You're so bitter! You'll drool when you see him later." "Crazy! I'm not into handsome guys. Those guys are usually cheaters." I sat down on my chair and started opening the files I needed. "Cheater right away? You're so judgmental." "It's so early, and you're already gossiping." We looked at the door when Ms. Bisor entered. Karen immediately went back to her seat. "You, Arrienne, you're late again," she pointed at me. "That's your second time this month." As if she's not late. I even got here before her. "Sorry, ma'am, it won't happen again," I said. She's so dramatic. As if she's not late. I even got here before her. "Make sure of it!" She walked towards her station. "Anyway girls, our new boss will be passing by later. We have to impress him. Fix your stations." "Yes, Ma'am." It was afternoon when we heard that the new "boss" was starting to tour the building. He first went to the other departments on the second floor of the building. "Girls, Sir is in the other department. Fix yourselves," said our boss. "Yes, ma'am," I said lifelessly. I'm not interested. I don't care who he is. Just pay me well. "What kind of answer is that, Arrienne? What if he talks to you and you answer like that?" Bisor reprimanded me. She really has it out for me, doesn't she? She's probably insecure about my beauty. She's always scolding me. It's so annoying. "I'm sorry, Ma'am." I said, smiling at her. She's so dramatic. What, she's going to fire us all if he doesn't like our greeting? Hello? "Good afternoon." A moment later, someone spoke from the door. When I looked up, I saw the three of them looking like they were about to faint. Even Ms. Sungit was the same. I couldn't see the person at the door because my station was facing away from it. I slowly turned towards the door. Standing there, smiling at us, was the new boss. Behind him was Mae, his secretary. I was stunned. I felt my chest tighten at what I saw. Oh my God. This can't be happening!Arrienne’s POVI woke to the sound of silence—almost too perfect. It had been days since we last heard from our enemies, but the stillness felt off. I knew better than to believe we were safe just because things seemed calm. The world around us had been spiraling out of control, and I had the sinking feeling that it was only a matter of time before the storm hit again.I sat up in bed, clutching the sheets to my chest, the weight of the past few weeks still hanging heavily in my mind. Jace had been distant lately, though his eyes never left me when we were together. He wasn’t just worried about me anymore—he was afraid of what we’d become, afraid of losing more than we already had.I took a deep breath and pushed myself out of bed, forcing myself to move despite the exhaustion that clung to my bones. The baby was kicking, a gentle reminder of the life growing inside me. There was so much at stake. More than I ever imagined.As I stood in front of the mirror, I caught sight of the bruis
Arrienne’s POVThe air in the room felt thick, like the weight of our survival was pressing down on us, crushing everything we held dear. Every step I took, every breath I took, felt like it was an eternity. The sounds of the men approaching only made my heart race harder, my body stiff with tension. I kept my daughter close, her trembling form a reminder of how fragile this world could be.Jace moved ahead, his sharp instincts guiding him. He didn’t need to say a word, but I could see it in his eyes—the same determination that had always been there. He wasn’t just trying to survive; he was fighting to protect everything that mattered.I had seen him in countless battles, in situations where we should’ve been long gone, and yet he had always found a way. He was a master at keeping his composure, at seeing through the chaos. But this time… this time felt different. The weight of what we were facing was heavier, more immediate. The danger was close enough to taste.“Arrienne,” Jace’s voi
Arrienne's POVThe darkness in the panic room was suffocating. My breath came in sharp gasps as I clutched my son tightly to my chest. The weight of the situation crashed over me in waves. The fact that we were under attack again, that my family was in danger once more, felt like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.I kept my eyes on Jace. He stood rigid, his gun in hand, his face set in stone. The same cold determination I knew so well, the same strength that had kept us alive through every danger, was there—but it was different now. His eyes, normally filled with calculated resolve, were clouded with something far deeper. A raw, primal fear. Fear for us. For our children.I knew what he was thinking. He had seen me bleed before, seen me face down death, but this was different. This time, the enemy wasn’t just after me—it was after everything we had built, everything we held dear. And Jace wasn’t about to let that happen.I reached for his hand, pulling it to my stomach. "Jace," I whi
Arrienne’s POVThe house was too quiet.Too still.After everything that had happened—the ambush, the escape, the birth of our son—I thought the chaos would finally settle. But deep in my bones, I knew better. Peace, for us, was never permanent. It was a borrowed breath before the storm returned.I rocked our baby gently in my arms, his tiny body wrapped snugly in a soft blue blanket. Janna sat beside me, unusually quiet, hugging her favorite stuffed bunny while casting worried glances at the door. She was only five, but children like her—children born into war masked as family loyalty—grew up faster than most.“Mommy,” she whispered, “where’s Daddy?”I kissed the top of her head. “He’s making sure we’re safe, baby. He’ll be back soon.”She nodded, but the worry didn’t leave her eyes.Neither did mine.Jace had left hours ago, chasing a new lead—one that could end Nathan Vasquez’s trail once and for all. But something about the silence in the air, the way the security team paced the ha
Arrienne’s POVThe silence in the safe house was different now. Not peaceful—just… waiting. Heavy. Every ticking second felt like a countdown, but to what, I wasn’t sure.Janna sat quietly beside me, her small fingers braiding the hem of my shawl. Her eyes, so much like Jace’s, held a quiet awareness far beyond her years. Across the room, our newborn son slept soundly, his tiny chest rising and falling like nothing in the world could ever touch him.But we knew better.Jace stood by the window, arms crossed, his eyes scanning the dark horizon. He hadn’t spoken much since the night of the ambush. Not really. He was here—but somewhere else, too. His mind always moving, planning, fighting shadows I couldn’t see.“Any word from Aiden?” I asked quietly.He shook his head. “Nothing since his last check-in. They’re sweeping the last safehouses. If Dominic’s still moving, he’s doing it quietly.”I swallowed. Dominic.The name had once been synonymous with loyalty. With family. Now, it tasted l
Arrienne’s POVThe days that followed the attack blurred into a haze of pain, recovery, and quiet dread. The safe house was secure—for now. But security was no longer the illusion it used to be. I knew better. We all did.Jace barely left the side of our newborn son, who we named Elian, a name that meant “God has answered.” And maybe, despite the chaos, He had. Our baby was alive. Janna was safe. Papa Enrique was recovering. And I was breathing. That had to count for something.But every time I looked at Jace, I could feel the weight he was carrying. His eyes, once so quick to light up when Janna laughed or when I teased him, now held shadows that never left.He stayed awake long after I drifted off, fingers always tapping on encrypted files, watching surveillance footage, reading reports. Every move was calculated. Every breath, monitored.One evening, I approached him while he sat alone in the makeshift study at the far end of the safe house. He didn’t hear me come in, not until I re
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