Mateo stands in front of the mansion, a delivery man just handed him a nondescript parcel. He turns it over in his hands, curiosity etched on his face. He doesn't expect any other deliveries to arrive at this moment. "I wasn’t expecting anything. Who could this be from?" he muttered to himself. He slices the tape, unwrapping the parcel and As the contents come into view, his expression shifts from curiosity to shock. Mateo gasped, he almost dropped the present. "W-What's the meaning of this..." he mumbled as he held the picture in his hand. Her mother who's walking towards the door, notices Mateo's distress. "Mateo, what is it? You look as if you’ve seen a ghost." Mateo, without a word, shows her the photograph. Cynthia’s hand flies to her mouth in horror. ~Mateo can't still breath properly after seeing the photograph. His whole body trembles uncontrollably. Mateo can't bring himself to believe it. But the photo clearly shows that Isabella and Roman's both sleeping naked in one
In the sterile quiet of Mateo’s office, the only sound was the soft ticking of the clock and the occasional shuffle of papers. He's still struggling to keep his focus, the image of the photograph haunting every moment of respite. The door clicked open, and Nerissa stepped in a flash drive clutched tightly in her hand."Mateo, I have something for you. Someone left this at the front desk for you."Mateo looked up, his face etched with the burden of recent days. He took the flash drive, his gaze questioning."Did they say who they were? What's on this?" Mateo asked softly. Nerissa shook her head and he let out an exasperated sigh. "No idea. They just mentioned it was something personal and you needed to see it," she said. Mateo eyed the USB, a sense of foreboding settling over him. He inserted the flash drive into his computer, his heart pounding as he waited for it to load. Once it had, the file was an audio recording. He clicked play, and Isabella's voice filled the room, an apology
Mateo lay motionless on the hospital bed, her mother and Nerissa were sitting at the both side of his bed. Ms. Cynthia, sitting closest to Mateo, held his hand gently, her eyes occasionally wandering to his face, searching for any sign of consciousness."Oh, son... I still can't believe this happened... first Isabella, now this. How much more can he take?" her voice cracked, tears started forming in the corner of her eyes. Nerissa, positioned on the opposite side, maintained her role flawlessly. "It's going to be okay, Aunt Cynthia. Mateo is strong. He'll get through this." Her tone was soothing, yet her eyes, when they met Mateo's inert form, sparkled with an emotion not entirely sympathetic. In her mind, it's just all a part of her plans."I... I just can't believe that a woman like Isabella could leave my son and even her own daughter. I trusted her. I thought that she'll love my son, but she turned out not to be the one." Nerissa walked on the other side of the bed to comfort M
In the clean, plain hospital room, Mateo sat uneasily in his hospital bed. The hard white sheets seemed to intensify the seriousness of the situation. Next to him was Nerissa, her face showing worry that really seems and while Mateo's mother stayed quietly in the background, like a quiet guard. Nicholas, resting against the distant wall, watched the situation with a judgemental, yet accepting look.A uniformed police officer, notebook in hand, stood at the foot of Mateo's bed. His behavior was formal, yet there was a clear sign of empathy in his eyes. "Mr. Villanueva, I am from the Department of Criminal Affairs. I am here to ask you a few questions about your... accident," e said in clipped speech. Mateo seems not interested, he just can get any strength to talk to anyone, because his mind's still filled with his wife cheating on him. "Mr. Villanueva, I understand this is a difficult time, but we need to discuss the accident. Can you tell me what happened?" Ms. Cynthia approached Ma
Present days.After 3 years...In the hot sun, the busy streets didn't care about Isabella who is slowly moving through the crowd. "Mateo and N-Nerissa? They are married now?" It's the words, Isabella keep on repeating, over and over again inside her head. "How? W-Why?..." She felt hopeless, looking for any sign of kindness from the strangers around her. She was thirsty and hungry, but her heart hurt more than anything else. She felt betrayed and lost, and every step was a big effort. Isabella thought that there's nothing more painful that what she experienced on the island after three years of being kidnapped there, but all the pain was nothing compared to what she felt now. Just when she felt like she might faint, she heard a voice she recognized. Just when she felt like she might faint, she heard a voice she recognized. "Are you okay, dear?" The voice sounded worried and when she looked up, she saw Mrs. Sullivan, a friend of her late mother, looking surprised at her messy loo
At the honeymoon suite of Mateo and Nerissa, a luxurious and intimate setting with a modern elegant design, overlooking a serene beach. The bed was a king sized canopy bed draped in white silk sheets, while the room was furnished with a large white couch and two matching armchairs, each upholstered in ivory leather. Mateo is standing by the window, staring out with a conflicted expression, while Nerissa is sitting on the edge of the bed, her brows knitted while she stares at him intensely. She keep on cursing Isabella in her mind, as well as those kidnappers she paid for almost three years. Her hands are tightly gripping the soft white pillow that's resting under her chin, as she tries to calm down, her gaze fixed on her husband who's standing near the window. After rolling her eyes, she started to break the silence, she needs to make sure that Mateo won't believe to what Isabella's keep on saying at their wedding venue. "Mateo, darling, I know today has been... overwhelming, to
At Nicholas coffee shop, he's actually busy looking at those wedding photos of Mateo and Nerissa. His heart aches with a kind of melancholy at the thought, that the woman he loves was already married to his cousin whom he envious so much, and it made him more eager to make his downfall. "I should be the one that Nerissa married," he complains out loud. "Not my stupid little cousin." His fist thumps on the table, making the coffee cups shake violently, but then the door of his office opens, revealing Nerissa's irritated face expression. "Nerissa? What are you doing here? I thought you were still on our honeymoon?" he asks confused. Then, she sighs loudly as she closes the door and sits down in front of him."Yes! We are still Mateo and I are still in our honeymoon moments, but... arrggh!" She covers her face with her hands, groaning."How dare she show up here after all these years! Those kidnappers I paid are so idiot that they failed to make that woman out of my way. I just h
Isabella stopped sobbing right after the kidnappers left her a plate of food and just a half glass of water. She knows that she can't able to eat them because she got them annoyed with her again, so, now... No one will gonna feed her. She tried her best not to cry again, she closed her eyes firmly. Even though she wants to think that she's still somehow lucky, because the kidnappers are still giving her basic needs and sometimes removing her hands in the robes, it still can't erase the fact that she's trapped there with no way to make it work to escape, until her eyes landed on the fragile glass. And another unsure plan popped into her mind. It's already late night, when Isabella heard a laughed outside the wooden room where she is, there's a also a sound of glass clashing against itself, making her realize that the kidnappers might having some fun of drinking alcohol. She do her best not to fall asleep, until before down the surroundings turn silent, only the sounds of the nearby