(Sean POV) “You can do it. Who is that classmate?” “He’s no longer in the Philippines. Told ya he’s rich. I guess he’s in America. If I can’t avenge myself, karma will do it for me! “Tears welled up in her eyes. “And when I was in high school, during the JS prom, I was “part” of the cotillion. I was happy that I got a handsome partner, but during our last practice, a more beautiful dancer needed a partner. My partner volunteered and left me. Because I was alone, they told me to just be a ‘male’ dancer. I said I wouldn’t wear a coat and tie. Damn it! My clothes for the dance, which were just right for me, were stolen by other dancers. In the end, I was forced to quit from the cotilion. I already paid though. Worst, I spent my class hours for that extra curriculum. “ “Who stole your partner? And your clothes. And the worthless teachers that let that happen. “ “There’s more. This is the reason why Rymalene is my only girlfriend.

(Sena POV)I took an early shower and Cecile immediately came in to give me what I needed. I was wearing a badminton-like sporty attire. And while I was staring at myself in the mirror, I caught Sean’s reflection. He looked like he’s going out for golf. My husband is surely adorable whenever he’s in casual clothing and he definitely looked younger.BUT…He’s talking to someone on his phone again.Outside, Hint and Leon were waiting. Intramurals, here we go. Hahaha.The mastermind of that sporty-date-out pulled me into the car. And when we arrived to our destination… Ohhh wow! The morning breeze was fresh. Maybe the sea was just somewhere nearby. The sunrise too looked golden.Sean has already started his warming up exercise. But since I was a newbie, I didn’t know where to start. I just did what he was doing. Haha. The stretching wasn’t as easy as it looked. My body

(Sena POV)Sean just made me sit on the bench. Cecile handed a medicine kit to him and, without the slightest warning, he dabbed my wound with cotton and alcohol. I found myself crying as he gently cleaned my wounds. My older brother never cared to do that to me but this hot hot-tempered guy was acting as if I was dying of cancer.“Why you crying?” he asked.“Take it easy. It hurts. ““Tsk. Sena, you’re not a kid anymore. Learn how to be classy. If you let yourself be treated like a doormat, people will step on you and defile you for life. I don’t know what I mean to you, but Sena, you are already carrying my name. Act like it. “Ouch.But don't cry, Sena. Your husband has a point. My shame is his shame.The date didn’t happen. We went back to the suite and ate there instead. He wore his usual business suit again and ignored me. Nine in the morning and the two of u

(Sena POV)Hushhh. Quiet.I didn’t want to disturb his sleep; else I might get a surprise attack. Wish he’d let me get pregnant without doing that. It's intoxicating and exhausting at once.Relax, mind. We don’t wanna be green.I tried to move closer to the border of the pool, stepped on the slippery rocks so carefully, until…“Ahhhhh!” Sean quickly pulled my body.I almost slipped.Then I realized that I wasn’t wearing anything inside that bathing robe. Sean has already taken off his robe before he stepped into the water earlier so that meant…I covered my eyes.“As if you haven’t seen it before. Love to play virgin, Sena? ““You shouldn’t be perverted in Singapore!”“Why? Will I be fined?”He pulled me by the waist. We stayed staring at each other until he untied the sash that

(Sean POV)Me and my wife immediately went back to the suite after Leon confirmed that there were puppets of the Madrid everywhere. My staff went moving. Hint and I also successfully lured the ants that wanted to hurt my wife.  I got those people arrested, regardless of the commotion it made. It even reached the local news.But as Sena and I left the spa, I sniffed another trouble.Wanna kill my wife? They're surely looking for their final breath. (Sena POV) I was sitting in front of the mirror while I combed the hair that reached down my waist. If Sean didn’t point it out, I wouldn’t realize it was that long.Sean was talking to the hairdresser as if he himself was getting a haircut. If I only knew it sooner, I could’ve had taken a picture of my hair for a before-and-after montage.I looked at Sean from the mirror’s reflection. Something felt u