LOGINOne call. One misunderstanding. One wrong moment. But the real question is—can love survive what comes next? Wait for the next update.
MAGO’S POVWe really thought this would be easy.It wasn’t.Learning the Wonder Girls choreography felt like trying to force my body to speak a language it didn’t understand. Every sway of the hips, every flick of the wrist—it all felt wrong on me. Forced. Unnatural. But the others kept pushing, stubborn as ever… so I stayed.Even if every movement made my skin crawl.“This is pointless,” Stuart muttered, dropping his arms in frustration.“Stop whining.” Marco scratched his head. “At least you and Patricia are okay now. You’re only doing this to make her happy, that’s why you’re going along with it.”Stuart exhaled hard, wiping sweat from his face. “It’s not just for her.” He shook his head. “You guys had my back. I’m just returning the favor.”There was weight in that. Gratitude. Loyalty.“If my wife weren’t pregnant,” he added, voice softer this time, “we could’ve just asked her to teach us.”Kaz snapped his fingers. “Then let’s find someone who can.”Marco gave him a look. “Yeah? A
ARLENE’S POVTwo weeks had passed since I left, and still… nothing.Not a single call. Not even a message.I told myself not to expect anything—but I did. Every single day, I waited. Every time my phone buzzed, my heart would jump, only to fall just as quickly when it wasn’t him. I kept telling myself he would come after me. That he would at least try.But Dessa’s visa had already been processed. Our documents were complete. Everything was ready for Japan.And still… he didn’t come.Didn’t even look for me.I didn’t want to call Janine. She needed rest. Patricia had her own problems too. I had no one I could run to with this.So it was just me.Me and this silence he left behind.I stared at my phone, my grip tightening around it.Just one call, I told myself. Just hear his voice… and that’s it.Be
MAGO’S POVI didn’t even know how we all ended up back at the bar. No birthday. No celebration. Just five grown men in a VIP room, all looking like life had personally dragged us through something we weren’t ready for.No music. No energy. Just alcohol… and the kind of silence that only shows up when things are falling apart.Kaz broke it first. “So… Stuart. You and Pat?”Stuart let out a breath like he’d been holding it all night. He swirled his drink slowly, eyes fixed on the glass. “We’re trying, bro. But she’s focused on Lexy right now. Kid comes first.”Kaz nodded. “That’s still something. At least she stayed.”Then his gaze shifted. “Marco. Mr. Romantic. Why do you look like you just got dumped by your own love story?”Marco scratched the back of his head, already looking guilty. “Janine saw my messages
MAGO’S POVI dragged my hands down my face, trying to steady the storm building inside me. It didn’t work. Nothing made sense anymore. Nothing felt real.“H-How did this even happen?” My voice came out rough, almost unfamiliar to my own ears. I couldn’t look at her. I couldn’t look at either of them. “Why didn’t you tell me?”“I-I’m sorry,” Aling Naina whispered, her voice already breaking. Tears slipped down her cheeks, but she didn’t even try to wipe them away. “I didn’t know how. I was scared, Mago. Scared that if I told you… you’d turn away from me.” She swallowed hard. “And I—I was already content just being near you. Taking care of you… even if you didn’t know I was your mother.”That hit something in me—but not enough to soften what was already burning.“But why?” My vo
ARLENE’S POVDessa opened the door looking like she had been dragged out of sleep, her hair a mess and her eyes barely open. She squinted at me for a second, trying to process why I was standing there at this hour, then stepped aside without a word.I didn’t wait. I walked straight in. “Pack your things. We’re leaving.”That woke her up a little. “Wait—what?” She closed the door behind me, blinking hard as if that would help her understand. “Leaving where?”“My boss called from Singapore,” I said, already pacing, already restless. “The training got moved up. We have to go now.”“Now?” Her voice sharpened, sleep completely gone. “Arlene, it’s barely—” She glanced at the clock. “You’re serious?”“Yes.”She stared at me, searching my face like she was trying to catch the pa
MAGO’S POVI woke up irritated at my cousin. I was already in a foul mood because of my fight with Arlene, and yet I still got kicked out of my own private room again because he brought another woman to the bar. It’s frustrating, but I cannot fully blame him, not after what happened. A man does not simply move on from being abandoned at the altar. Being left by the woman he loved on the day they were supposed to get married broke something in him. Since then, he has been chasing distractions, trying to fill the silence she left behind with anyone who is willing to stay for a night.So here I am, stuck on the sofa in the VIP videoke room while they take over my bed, knowing that in the middle of it all, he is not just being careless. He is still trying to outrun the memory of the woman who left him.“Boss Mago, someone’s looking for you.”Quinn’s knock cut through the dull throb in my head, and I forced myself upright, pressing my fingers against my temples as if I could ease the weight
MAGO’S POVBuying the rose and the jewelry was easy. Both shops were along the way home, almost mocking me with how simple it was to pick objects meant to fix something far more complicated. I climbed the stairs with an unfamiliar urgency, laid everything neatly on t
I didn’t expect what Mago had in mind—not here, not now—but the adrenaline coursing through my veins made it impossible to resist. After that heated encounter in the office, I kept replaying the moment, wondering when it would happen again. I didn’t imagine it would be this soon—or inside a cabinet
*Arlene’s POV*Mago sat behind his desk, massaging his temple as he read through the financial report I handed him. The tightness in his jaw told me all I needed to know before he even spoke. The numbers were bad, worse than I expected. The newly opened bar across tow
I started moving to the rhythm, letting the beat take me. I moved in sync with the drunk man, encouraging him, letting him believe I was into it. He spun around, laughing, and his hands reached for mine. At first, it felt like a harmless game. I was in control. Or so I thought.The crowd cheered, egg







