LOGINDevon“Maya?”Disbelief rooted me to the spot.My heart pounded so violently against my ribs that it almost drowned out the crashing waves as I took a hesitant step toward her.“Devon…?”My breath caught.She’d said my name.It was really her.Maya.For five years, I’d replayed this moment a thousand different ways in my head. I had imagined her smile, imagined hearing her voice again, imagined what I would say if fate ever gave me another chance.But the woman standing before me wasn’t the Maya I’d left behind.The softness that had once lived in her eyes was gone, replaced by a guarded distance that struck harder than any physical blow ever could.Instinctively, I reached toward her.She immediately took a step back.The message couldn’t have been clearer.Don’t come any closer.What did you expect, Devon? I bitterly mocked myself. After everything you put her through, did you honestly think she’d run into your arms?I forced myself to stop.Think.Don’t ruin this before it even be
Maya“So it’s officially confirmed? Devon is really coming?!” Luisa blurted out the exact second I stepped through the front glass doors of the atelier.“Yeah. Carla just called me a few minutes ago,” I answered tightly, not even bothering to slow my pace or greet her properly. I brushed right past her and headed straight for the back pantry, feeling a sudden urge for a strong cup of scalding black coffee to cut through the thick fog of anxiety settling over my brain. “Can you imagine? She tells me today—when my flight is literally first thing tomorrow morning.”“I swear to God, it’s a trap. I smell something fishy,” Luisa insisted, hot on my heels like a detective on a fresh lead. She leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms over her chest as I aggressively jammed a espresso pod into the machine. “Don't you think Kayden and Carla collaborated with Devon behind your back? They're practically family, after all.”“I really don't think so,” I said, listening to the loud, viole
Devon“Dev, just promise me one fucking thing: do not make a scene. I swear to God, Carla will have my head on a platter if you ruin this,” Kayden warned, reminding me for what felt like the tenth damn time over the phone.“Kayden, relax. You know me,” I replied with a low, easy smirk, leaning back in my leather chair while staring intensely at Maya’s Instagram profile on my laptop screen. “I’ve never been one to pick fights or get caught up in useless drama. Besides, why the hell would I embarrass my own best friend on his big day?”Of all her social media accounts, Instagram was the only platform where she hadn't blocked me. She probably assumed I’d abandoned the app ages ago, considering how rarely I ever posted anything.And for that oversight, I had never been more grateful.At least this way, I still had a small, fragile window into her world.Yes, I had been obsessively stalking her profile ever since the day she packed her bags and left me.It had been five goddamn long years
MayaThe moment I ended my call with Luisa, another incoming call lit up my screen.It was George.My younger brother.“Well, well. To what do I owe this surprise?” I answered with a smile, tightening the plush towel wrapped securely around my body. “How can your favorite sister help you?”“Oh, I definitely need your help,” he replied without hesitation. “Get your butt over here and open your condo door.”I frowned and instinctively glanced toward the foyer.Standing outside the entryway was George, still wearing his pale blue medical scrubs, waving both arms dramatically through the frosted glass panel.A second later, Mom and Dad stepped into view behind him, both wearing warm smiles as they struggled to hold several takeaway bags from my favorite Chinese restaurant.“Hurry up!” George yelled through the phone. “I’m starving out here!”A genuine smile spread across my face, instantly melting away the lingering heaviness in my chest.I ended the call, set my phone on the lounge ch
MayaAugust 2026Makati, PhilippinesThe cool water of the infinity pool lapped gently around my ankles, but it did nothing to soothe the relentless anxiety twisting tighter and tighter inside my chest.I sat on the edge of the pool deck, my gaze fixed on the thick, cream-colored invitation resting heavily in my hands. The elegant gold-embossed lettering shimmered beneath the warm glow of the patio lights. I’d been staring at it for several minutes now, yet I still couldn’t bring myself to break the wax seal.It was an invitation from Kayden and Carla.They were inviting me to celebrate the renewal of their wedding vows—a heartfelt ceremony commemorating their tenth wedding anniversary on the pristine shores of Boracay this coming Monday.Carla had already mentioned it to me a month ago. Out of everyone in Devon’s family and circle of friends, she was the one I had never expected to grow so close to.Our friendship had begun over something surprisingly simple. During our first real
DevonA barrage of heavy, aggressive pounding on the front door dragged me kicking and screaming out of my alcohol-induced stupor.I tried to ignore it, burying my face deeper into the sofa cushions, hoping whoever it was would eventually give up and piss off. But to my absolute annoyance, the noise didn't stop. Instead, the persistent pounding only grew louder and harder, echoing through my skull like a sledgehammer striking raw concrete.I growled under my breath. My jaw clenching so hard it hurt, and I slowly forced my heavy body into an upright position.Who the fuck is this guy?My head was spinning violently from the entire bottle of scotch I’d downed late last night on an empty stomach. The sudden movement sent a surge of vertigo through me, forcing me to freeze on the edge of the leather sofa for a few agonizing seconds to keep from throwing up right then and there.Slowly, carefully balancing myself on unsteady feet, I stumbled across the cold hardwood floor toward the fro







