Affair

The sun was going down so I had to take Hannah home.

"Hon, you should go home too. Cia's definitely waiting for you to come home," she said. I was about to open my mouth to disobey her when she spoke again.

"Don't start to argue again, your reasons won't work for me. You've just told me that she already knows about us, that's why we can't be together for so long, Tyron. You should go home, she's probably waiting." Hannah smiled at me and finally, we reached her house. I turned off the engine first and turned her to face her.

"Don't you really want me to stay here first, even just tonight?" I gave her a soft gaze, hoping that she'll let me stay here tonight because I don't want to go home yet. I don't want to see that woman, I'm too sick of always seeing her as if she's so innocent even though she knows to herself what she did to me and Hannah.

I hate her.

I heard Hannah sigh.

"Of course, I want to. I really wanted you to stay here. If only you could just not leave and stay here beside me forever, I wouldn't let you go home ever again. But the case is it's not possible, we can't do that even if we both wanted it. You know Cia is waiting for you, don't you? Besides she's all alone there, you can't just stay here with me and leave her alone. She's your priority, she's your wife," she said, making me sigh deeply.

"Yeah, all right. I'm sorry." I apologized as I averted my gaze on her. Honestly, it's making my heartache whenever she pushes me to Ciara, she's the one who I wanted to be with but she kept on pushing me away. I know Ciara's my wife but she's way more important to me than her or to anybody else.

She's the reason why I kept on fighting for my life and pushing Ciara away because I wanted to get Hannah back. I wanted our old relationship to be back, I wanted to spend my life again with her. But whenever conscience prevails on her because of Ciara, I feel like fighting for our relationship isn't worth it anymore. It's like, she just wanted to give up on us and I'll just stay tied to Ciara. It's hurting me.

"You shouldn't apologize to me. Tell that to Cia, because she's the one you're hurting." Here she is again, minding the condition of that woman who's at fault for why we end up like this. Not knowing that it is also hard for me to do this. 

She didn't know that I was doing this for us, well yeah it's also hard for me to hurt Ciara but it's the only way I can do to give her a reason to leave me on her own. I just wanted Ciara to give up on me and free me from her so that I can spend my life with Hannah again.

"Are you mad?" I asked, but she just sighed.

"I don't know. I can't answer that. It just makes me feel so upset because you know how I hate it when someone is being hurt. I don't know what to feel because it's Ciara, she's the one who broke us, but it hurts me knowing that it's you who's hurting someone, you're hurting your wife, Tyron. I really hate it.." I can sense the agony in her eyes.

"J-just go home for today.." I sighed.

"Fine, I'll go home tonight. But please... Can you stop naming her my wife? Didn't I promise you that I'll marry you when I fix this mess? I promise you that we're going to start our life again together, without anyone who can break us apart. You knew how badly I wanted to be with you, right? You knew that you're the only woman whom I wanted to be called my wife, Hannah. No one else, just you. So stop making it look as if you're the antagonist here and don't be upset with everything. I promise you, we can get out of this." I said softly, I don't know what to do anymore if I lost this woman again. My life was already fucked up when we got separated because of Ciara and now that I finally got to be with her again, I won't let anything break us apart again. 

She's the only girl with whom I wanted to spend my whole life.

"Do you think we can still fix this?" She gave me a worried look that's why I moved closer to her and held her cheek as I gave her an assurance look.

"I promise you, we can fix this and we will run from this together, hmm?" I leaned toward her and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. I smiled at her when I saw how tears filled her eyes, that's why I gently kissed it too when she closed her eyes.

"I love you.." I whisper as she opens her eyes again.

"I love you too.." she responded. I softly smiled at her.

Yeah, she loves me too. I'll still fight for this. I'll fight for us. I'll fight for you, Hannah.

"I'll go now."

"Yeah, sure. Be careful." She immediately got out of my car and waved goodbye before she shut the door of the car. And before I finally left I gave her my sweetest smile as I said goodnight.

THE NEXT DAY

Ciara's pov

"Please be careful, Mam Ciara. Take care of yourself." The nurse reminded me as she guided me out of the hospital so that I could go home.

"Of course." I smiled as I responded to her.

"The taxi is here, go on." She pointed at the car that just exactly arrived at that time. It was immediately stopped when the nurse signaled the taxi driver to stop so I could get in.

"Take care, okay?" When I have already gotten inside the car, I gazed at the nurse through the window when she waved goodbye. I nod at her once, gently smiling.

"I will," I responded. She even followed the car using her look when it started to move. When we have already gotten away from the hospital, I let out a deep sigh as I remembered that I was going home again. 

Calm down, Cia. Always remember your doctor's order so you could survive your cancer. Don't be so stubborn, it was just a simple order, it's not that hard to obey.

I couldn't help but tear up when I remembered that this couldn't be treated anymore. That there is no cure for heart disease. I just feel so tired of everything.

I just wanted to live with him but why is it so hard to happen?

"Was he already at home?" Unconsciously, I asked myself. I couldn’t help but worry and repeatedly ask myself if he came home yesternight or if he still had any plans to go home.

He'll still come back to me, right? Even if I'm not really his home.

I smiled bitterly when I realized something. He won't love others if only I meet the love he deserves from me. Maybe, I was lacking from that, so we ended up like this. That's why our situation just got worse because I couldn't love him the way that someone loves him.

Destiny seems to be pushing us even further away.

Maybe we're not really the ones for each other. Or is it just my karma because I forced myself on him before even though I knew he intended to propose to the woman he loved the most? Honestly, I have no right to complain right now because it's me who wanted this. I became so impulsive. I decided without thinking about how he would feel and what his situation would be.

I deserve this, right? I deserve to be treated like this. Because in the first place, it was I who decided to choose this even though I know that there are a lot of circumstances I would face. I could even afford to refuse the marriage because my parents wanted to help Tyron's company back then, but because I was so obsessed with him, I forced my parents to stick with the plan about the wedding, even if yet at that time Tyron was supposed to tie to the person he loved the most. I just preceded him because I had become selfish and I was only thinking about my happiness.

But I can’t see why he had to hurt me like this. It's so exhausting to pretend that everything is fine even though I'm really tired.

"Where's your destination, Miss?" Manong Driver asked. He was wearing a black mask right now and only his eyes I could see.

"In Hilvano's Village, sir," I replied making him nod.

While on the trip, I couldn't help but be distracted by how the Manong driver had been simply glancing in my direction often.

I don't feel good about this man.

"May I ask why you are wearing a mask and a.. cap?" I asked him, suspiciously. I just hope he's not planning to kidnap me. Now, I still want to see my husband. I still wanted to see Tyron and tell him how much I love him before it was too late. Before heaven take me.

"I'm sorry, Mam. I have a cold right now, that's why I'm wearing one. It might infect my passengers. I'm sorry." He explained. My lips turned into 'o' and nodded. I sighed in relief because I was wrong in thinking he would do something bad.

A few minutes after the trip, I finally arrived at my destination.

"Thank you, Manong. Take this, it's my payment." I have already handed the payment to him, but it's just really weird because he even had the guts to stare at my eyes before finally accepting my payment.

He's creeping the hell out of me.

Why does he keep on glancing at me through the mirror earlier? I just checked my face and I couldn't even see any dirt on it. What's his problem? He's really suspicious.

I started walking towards the house and just ignored that thought.

In the distance, I immediately saw a man standing in front of our house. It looked like someone was waiting, so I rushed my walk to find out who that man was and when I got closer, a smile immediately flashed on my lips when I recognized who it was.

It's Tyron, that only means he went home yesterday.

I smiled. He even waited for me.

"Tyron!" I happily called him and was about to hug him, but I was surprised when I felt his palm hit my face. For a moment, my lips loosened up and my eyes shut when I felt the pain on my cheek. In just a blink, I could already feel my vision getting dark and my head starting to ache. But I hadn't even met his eyes again when I felt him pull my clothes, causing me to be carried inside the house.

"T-Tyron, it hurts! Release me!" I begged as I struggled as he gripped my clothes tightly.

"It hurts? Ha! This isn't enough for a hoe like you! You didn't even know how to listen and be content in one place, don't you? Who told you to leave? Didn't I already warn you not to make any stupid things?!" I couldn't help but burst into tears, panicking and nervousness rumbled throughout my system as he dragged me.

"Tyron, s-stop. It hurts! Let me go, please. I-I'll explain." I cried as I begged and tried to reach out his hand just to stop the pain I felt because of the tightness of his grip on my arm.

"Why didn't you come home last night?" His eyes get dimmed. "Tell me, where did you fucking go?!" He exclaimed and pushed making me stumble on the floor. I flinched slightly when I met its glaring eyes. I almost trembled with fear again because he was starting to hurt me again.

"Tell me, where the hell did you fucking go last night?!" He shouted at me again, causing me to tightly shut my eyes, panicking and rapidly gulping.

"I w-was in the hosp-" I hadn't finished my word yet, but I was shocked when he quickly grabbed my jaw and held it very tightly seemingly furious as our eyes met. 

"You went to another house, am I right? From the house of your fucking man, to be exact. Is it why you didn't come home last night, because you spent your freaking time flirting with your man all night, huh?! Why? Is he good in bed?" My ear seemed to ring and unconsciously, my arm turned into fists as my gaze went dark as I heard him say those words that made me offended.

I couldn't control myself anymore and immediately pushed him away causing him to let go of me. 

"What did you say?! A man? A fucking man?! You're thinking that I'm going to someone's house just to flirt?!" I scoffed in disbelief. I can even feel my blood boiling and my hands shaking because of rage.

"Have you already forgotten that you're the one who had a fucking mistress?! You've just told me yesterday that you had a wife, right? And it's not me.. and now you had the guts to accuse me of having another man without even asking where I went to?! Where in fact, it's you! It's you who went to your damn mistress's house and spent your fucking time there flirting, without even thinking that I am here! Your wife is here struggling and didn't even know what to do anymore, because you just leave me fucking dumbfounded, questioning my worth!" I burst out, my heart was clenching. I couldn't even notice that my hands landed on his face. I just realized it when his mouth loosened and was shocked looking at me. I didn't expect I'm the one who did it to him.

I stepped back and feel my breath getting heavier and my heart racing so fast. I couldn’t stop the tears that were shedding on my face because he looked at me that way.

He didn't even bother hearing my side. All along, he thought of me being a hoe and having a man in bed.. i-it hurts.

But I was taken aback when I saw blood on his lips. It's only now that I realize that my slap on him has intensified. My emotion quickly changed, the worriedness on me prevailed as he wiped the blood on his lips.

I no longer hesitated to approach him and kneel in front of him and touch his face to examine if I had injured him.

"S-sorry... Does it hurt? I really am sorry. I didn't mean to, m-my emotion just—"

I couldn’t finish what I was saying when he looked at me, glaring, and didn't expect he'll forcibly pull my cloth tightly closer to him.

"Didn't know you know how to fight now," he gave me a sarcastic smirk, causing fear to cover all over my system. I stared at him in the eye and I could see no other emotion, but pure hatred and anger, so I swallowed out of fear.

I just moaned in pain when I felt him push me away from him, causing me to fall to the floor again and hit my head against the wall.

"Why is it so hard for you to listen to me?" He asked, but I didn't answer him because my whole body seemed numb when I felt like I had a broken bone in my back.

"Ah!" I could not move because of the pain in my body when he pulled my arm again to drag me. I tried to fight back, but I just lost my strength and was very weak.

I just felt him push me into a tiny, dark, and dirty abandoned room.

"There. That's where you suited because you look like trash!" He exclaimed and immediately shut the door of the room close, where he always locked me up. Trembling, I forced myself to stand up and chase after him.

"T-Tyron, get me out of here! I don't want to be here, p-please.." Tears welled up in my eyes as I begged, but he just ignored me and left.

I just sat down and started crying.

Why does he always need to do this to me? Isn't he tired of making my life like hell? Because I'm tired, really really tired. When will he forgive me? When will he stop making me suffer?

I just held my chest and smiled bitterly when I felt my heartache again.

Here it is again.