As they stepped inside, the scent of home-cooked meals filled the air. The house hadn’t changed—same warm, inviting ambiance, the faint floral scent her mother always loved, and the sound of a television playing in the background.“Lara, sweetheart!”Her mother’s excited voice pulled her from her thoughts. In a heartbeat, her mother, Emilia, rushed toward her, enveloping her in a warm embrace.“I missed you, darling. You don’t visit enough,” her mother said, pulling away to cup her face.“I know, Mom. I’m sorry.”As soon as her mother released her, she turned to Lucas, her expression filled with warmth.“And my handsome son-in-law,” Emilia beamed before pulling Lucas into an embrace as well.Lucas visibly stiffened, clearly unprepared for the gesture. Lara almost laughed at the rare sight. But, he quickly composed himself, managing a small, polite smile.“Thank you for having me,” Lucas said.“Oh, come now, you don’t have to be so formal,” Emilia scolded playfully, waving her hand. “Y
She turned to Lucas, but his expression remained unreadable. Was he… actually agreeing with her father?Manuel, clearly not expecting that response, grunted before returning to his food, while Emilia smiled, pleased.They continued eating, with her mother filling the silence with small talk. “I’m really happy you two visited. The house has been too quiet lately. Your brother is rarely home with his busy schedule. I miss having life in this house.”Lara smiled, but before she could respond, her mother’s next words made her stomach drop.“It would be nice to have little feet running around again.” she mused.Lara almost choked on her food.She knew it. She knew her mother wouldn’t let this visit pass without bringing up this topic.She stole a glance at Lucas and found that he, too, seemed slightly taken aback.Emilia raised a brow, feigning innocence. “What? I’m just saying.” Then, she smiled, eyes glinting mischievously. “But honestly, I’d love it if it became reality. When are you tw
For the rest of the meal, Lara focused on eating, forcing herself to ignore the warmth that had briefly settled in her chest. It was dangerous—this fleeting, foolish hope. She reminded herself over and over: It wasn’t real. It was never real.Her mother continued chatting happily, occasionally directing questions at Lucas, while Lara’s father remained quiet, eating in his usual composed manner. Lucas barely responded beyond polite nods, but that didn’t seem to dampen her mother’s enthusiasm. Lara, on the other hand, felt like she was just going through the motions, her body present but her heart elsewhere.She barely tasted the food. She wasn’t even sure if she was full, but she forced herself to swallow bite after bite, anything to keep her emotions at bay.When the meal ended, they moved back to the living room. Her father, uninterested in conversation, pulled out his iPod and leaned back in his chair, paying them little attention. Her mother, on the other hand, looked content, chat
She stepped back inside the house, closing the door softly behind her. She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering heaviness in her chest. Her parents were still in the living room, sitting together on the couch. Her mother was leaning against her father, watching something on his iPod, her expression one of amusement. Her father, looked more focused, occasionally adjusting his glasses as he scrolled through the screen. Sensing her presence, her mother looked up. “Lucas already left?” she asked. Lara nodded, forcing a small smile. “Yeah. He just left.” Her mother sighed, shaking her head. “I wish he could’ve stayed longer. But of course, it’s always about the company.” She frowned slightly before adding, “It reminds me of before—when your father used to do the same thing.” At that, her father scoffed, setting his iPod down as he turned to his wife. “Don’t compare me to that man. I knew how to make time for my family.” Lara’s mother rolled her eyes. “Oh, pleas
The hot water felt soothing against her skin, washing away the exhaustion of the day. As she let the steam envelop her, she found herself thinking about Lucas again—about the way he had coldly reminded her not to get the wrong idea, how he left without a second glance. She knew she shouldn’t care. She knew she had no right to expect anything from him. And yet, the familiar sting in her chest reminded her that some wounds weren’t so easy to ignore.Pushing those thoughts aside, she finished her shower, changed into her fresh clothes, and towel-dried her hair. Then, she climbed onto her bed, leaning back against the headboard with a sigh.Reaching for her phone, she unlocked the screen and absentmindedly opened Instagram.Her fingers hesitated for a second before typing a familiar name into the search bar. Eievan Duke Sandejas.It had been a while since she last checked his account. She used to visit it from time to time, just to see how he was doing, but life had gotten too busy lately
After dinner and some lighthearted chatting with her family, Lara returned to her room.She lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, willing sleep to take over. But sleep refused to come. It wasn’t surprising—she had already taken a long nap earlier in the afternoon.With a sigh, she sat up and ran a hand through her hair. Might as well get something to drink.She made her way downstairs, padding softly toward the kitchen. As she entered, she paused, surprised to find Levi sitting at the counter, lazily swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand.He glanced up at her arrival and smirked. “Can’t sleep?”Lara walked closer, leaning against the counter. “Nope. You?”Levi chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. “Guess we’re both night owls tonight.” He then raised an eyebrow. “Wanna join me?”Lara considered it for a moment before pulling out the stool next to him. “Sure. Why not?”Levi stood up, grabbing another glass from the shelf. He held up the bottle of whiskey and gave her a teasing look.
After sharing a couple more drinks with Levi, Lara felt the liquor slowly taking effect. A warm buzz settled over her, making her limbs feel heavy and her thoughts a little sluggish. She wasn’t drunk, but she was definitely tipsy. And sleepy.Suppressing a yawn, she turned to her brother. “I’m heading to bed.” she mumbled, pushing the glass away.Levi smirked. “Already? Lightweight.”“I’m not a lightweight,” she insisted, though the slight slur in her words betrayed her.Levi chuckled. “Sure. Go to bed before you embarrass yourself.”She rolled her eyes but stood up anyway. “Goodnight, Kuya.”“Yeah, yeah. Try not to fall flat on your face on the way there.” he teased.Lara scoffed, waving him off before heading back to her room.As soon as her head hit the pillow, she let out a deep sigh, her body sinking into the mattress. Sleep should’ve come easily, but instead, her mind wandered—to Lucas.The thought of him sneaked in like an uninvited guest. Was he home yet? Was he sleeping? Or w
Lara woke up with a pounding headache. She groaned as she sat up in bed, pressing her fingers against her throbbing temples. She regretted drinking last night. It wasn’t even much, just a couple of glasses with Levi, but clearly, her body wasn’t built for it. Reaching for her phone, she squinted at the screen. 9:00 AM. She wasn't even surprised anymore. She usually slept in on weekends, her body already accustomed to waking up late. However, she originally planned to leave early this morning, but judging by her current state, that plan was as good as canceled. With a sigh, she forced herself out of bed and trudged to the bathroom. After brushing her teeth—something she forgot to do last night—she took a long, refreshing shower, hoping it would wash away the remnants of sleep and her slight headache. Wrapping herself in a towel, she stepped out of the bathroom while towel-drying her damp hair. She walked over to her closet and pulled out a pair of denim shorts and a loose, oversize
Lara turned to him, startled. “What?” Reagan shifted to face her completely. The city lights framed his tall silhouette, casting gold highlights along his jawline and cheekbones. There was no trace of humor or teasing in his green eyes as they locked onto hers. “I mean it,” he said, voice low and even. “If you really want to make it clear to him that you’ve moved on... then show him. Let him see that he doesn’t have any place in your life anymore. And if pretending you’ve found someone new is what it takes to make him back off for good… then I can be that person, Lara.” For a moment, Lara was speechless. The suggestion hit her like a wave, knocking the breath out of her lungs. Her mouth parted, but no words came out. She stared at him, trying to decipher the meaning behind his offer. Was it pity? Was it just a favor? Or something else entirely? Her mind raced to find reason, logic—but nothing made sense. Reagan must’ve noticed the storm behind her eyes. He took a step clos
After finishing their meal, Lara stood and reached for the plates. “Let me wash the dishes. It’s the least I can do after everything.” she offered. But Reagan gently reached out to take the plates from her hands. “No need. You’re a guest, remember? Besides, I’ve got a dishwasher.” Lara gave him a reluctant look but eventually surrendered. “Alright, fine. I won’t argue with that.” Reagan gave her a brief nod. “You can relax in the living room or do whatever you feel like. I’ll just clean up here.” With a nod, Lara stepped out of the kitchen, wandering through the spacious penthouse. But instead of heading for the couch, her eyes were drawn to the glass doors leading to the balcony. She quietly slid them open and stepped outside. The air was cooler out there, crisp against her skin. The balcony stretched wide along the edge of the penthouse, open and generous. Its railing, made of clear fiberglass, was nearly invisible—like there was nothing between her and the world below—but th
Lara stirred slowly, her limbs heavy and her mind clouded with sleep. A faint headache pulsed at her temples, and for a moment, she didn’t quite understand where she was.Her brows furrowed as her gaze focused on the unfamiliar ceiling above her. It wasn’t hers. The room smelled faintly of sandalwood and something clean—masculine. She sat up abruptly, the soft comforter slipping off her shoulders.Panic seized her chest.Where... am I?This definitely wasn’t her room. The walls were painted in elegant shades of cream and black, the furniture minimalist but sleek. Everything about the space whispered luxury—but also restraint.Instinctively, she checked herself under the covers. She was still in the same clothes as earlier. Relief rushed through her, but her mind was still racing.Running her fingers through her messy hair, she tried to piece together what had happened. Her heart dropped as flashes of memory came rushing back—her conversation with Lucas... breaking down in Reagan’s arm
Lara kept walking, not once glancing back. Her chest felt tight, her emotions roaring inside her like a violent storm. Her vision blurred as tears clung stubbornly to her lashes, and the lump in her throat felt impossibly large. She pressed the elevator button with trembling fingers. When the doors slid open, she stepped inside and pressed herself into the corner, willing herself to disappear. The doors were just about to close when suddenly, a hand slipped through, forcing them to open again. Startled, Lara looked up—and her breath hitched in her throat when she saw who it was. “R-Reagan?” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. There he was, still in his dark, tailored suit, the crispness of his appearance a stark contrast to his expression. His usually composed face was tight with concern, his brows knitted together in a deep frown. There was no mistaking the worry in his sharp green eyes. Without a word, Reagan stepped inside. The elevator doors closed behind him, sealing
Lara stared at him like he had grown another head. And then, she let out a short, incredulous laugh. “Oh, God, Lucas. Are you being serious right now?”“I am,” he said, jaw tight with emotion.Lara’s heart thudded painfully inside her chest, but she kept her face neutral, forcing herself to stay calm even when her insides felt like a storm.“I was stupid... a coward,” Lucas went on, his eyes desperate. “I didn’t have the courage to admit it to myself, much less to you. I made so many mistakes, Lara. I was so consumed by guilt, by anger, by everything... and I hurt you. I know I did. Over and over because of my pride and selfishness. I blamed you for everything, when in truth, I was just as much—if not more—at fault. And by the time I realized I couldn’t afford to lose you... you were already slipping away from me.”There was no sign of the cold, emotionless Lucas she once knew. Now, he was stripped bare, vulnerable in a way she had never seen before.But Lara said nothing. She simply
The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the living room.Lara stirred first, blinking against the soft brightness. She yawned and stretched, her muscles slightly sore from sleeping on the couch. She squinted at the wall clock to check the time.8:26 AM.A groggy voice mumbled from the other couch, “What time is it?”Lara turned her head to see Ali, tangled in the blanket, peeking at her with one eye half-open.“Eight twenty-six,” Lara answered, sitting up with a stretch that made her spine pop satisfyingly.Ali groaned, rolling over and blindly reaching for her phone on the coffee table. Meanwhile, Lara padded quietly out of the living room, making her way to the bathroom to freshen up. She splashed cold water on her face, brushed her teeth, and tied her hair into a messy bun before heading to the kitchen.She decided to prepare breakfast—simple but filling. Pancakes sizzled on the stove while eggs fried in another pan. She quickly threw toge
By the time Lara got home, the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a soft orange hue over the city skyline. The silence of her condo wrapped around her like a blanket—welcoming, familiar, and exactly what she needed after the emotional weight of her conversation with Riah. She wasn’t sad. Not really. She was just… tired. She dropped her keys in the bowl by the door, slipped off her shoes, and head towards the living room. She barely had time to sit on the couch when her phone rang. Ali. “Hey,” Lara answered, trying to sound normal. [“Okay, I know it’s short notice, but I’m sleeping over tonight,”] Ali announced without preamble. [“It’s Friday, tomorrow’s the weekend, and it’s been way too long since we had a proper girls’ night.”] Lara blinked, the corners of her lips lifting slightly. “You sure? I just got home, and I’m honestly not the best company right now.” [“All the more reason I’m coming over,”] Ali said. [“You need this. Trust me.”] Lara paused. She d
Lara stood frozen. Her mind reeled as the pieces started fitting together—pieces she never even realized were part of the puzzle. She thought back to that day so long ago—when her parents casually asked what she thought of Lucas. She’d smiled then, cheeks warm, and told them she liked him. Naively. Innocently. She had no idea there were already quiet talks happening between their families. She didn’t know that her little confession might have set everything in motion. Her throat tightened. So it was me. Her father had always admired Lucas. He used to mention how driven he was, how sharp, how impressive for someone his age. If she, his beloved daughter, also expressed interest in him… maybe her father had seen that as a sign. A confirmation. A chance to ensure her happiness while also securing a strategic alliance. He probably thought he was doing the right thing. But he wasn’t. He really shouldn’t have done that. He shouldn’t have meddled. Shouldn’t have played cupid
Lara’s jaw clenched as she took a mental step back, locking her emotions away before they could spill over. She looked at Riah, eyes cold. “It doesn’t matter,” Lara said stiffly, her voice clipped. “Whether you’re together or not—it makes no difference to me anymore. The annulment is happening. Whatever you’re trying to do here… it changes nothing.” Riah’s expression faltered. “Are you really going through with it?” she asked, her tone etched with worry and hint of desperation. “What about Lucas? I thought… you loved him.” Lara let out a slow, tired breath. “I did. God knows I did.” she admitted. “But I love myself too. And I’m done wasting my time on someone who can’t see my worth.” “But Lucas loves you!” Riah said suddenly, her voice rising slightly. Lara blinked, stunned for a moment. Then she let out a dry, humorless laugh. “Love? Really? He loves me?” Her tone dripped with sarcasm. “Come on, Riah. You’re making me laugh. Lucas has only ever loved one woman—and it sure