"Stay by my side until everything is alright. Stay here, in your peace. Stay with me." As the two of them fixed their things to go, Genevieve looked back at her husband. His broad back, looking so sturdy and nice to lean on, she smiled.Their camping trip was so much fun.They spent the night making s'mores, talking about anything, with their pets constantly wanting to eat the grilled food. She sat on Alvaro's lap the whole time, her rightful place, and she could still feel his heart beating against her back.It was such a perfect way to spend the night under the stars.

"He who falls victim to the disarray of a broken heart, may never see the world as true, beautiful, or innocent ever again." "Are you... mad?" Genevieve whispered "did I do something wrong? Were you and Astrid fighting?"They were settled in their kitchen, with the previously packed lunch sitting in the counter untouched.The sun was setting slowly, and the rays reflected on the kitchen window as Genevieve observed Alvaro who was just... sitting there.It has been minutes since they arrived. The ride home was deafening, and no words were exchanged between them the whole time.She was worried that she made him mad by going with Astrid. He did say that wherever she was going, she needed to tell him.She felt so bad her heart hurt.And his voice shouting for her earlier. It was as if he was scared that she left him. She also didn't like the way he glares at Astrid. She didn't think it was merely a

"Three things cannot be long hidden; the sun, the moon, and the truth." Once Emilia felt the sting of the sunlight in her skin, she decided that it was time to prepare for lunch. The workers can be heard from the distance, and she was grateful for the big help that Alvaro provided for her.Multiple buyers have been in contact with her for poultry and harvest. Their farm was prospering more than ever.As she walked back to the house, she couldn't help but look around their home. Everything was green, and the animals making noises by the barn can be heard. This was their dream, Carlo and her, ever since they got marr

"Mothers... does not always know best." Genevieve sat still at the private dining room; a table full of feast for this dinner they're about to have. She was dressed in an evening dress down to her knees, with heels settled on her feet and her hair in a beautiful bun.She thought that it was a date for her and Alvaro, so she dressed up, but turns out, it was a dinner with someone else.Alvaro told her that someone liked to her in person. That he'd wait in the car, and he'd left her at the room, so they'd have a private conversation. Turns out, the person she was waiting for was Astrid.Her husband looked like he didn't want to

"She wore her truth in her eyes, molded stones of love and tragedy. Freckled constellations of pleasures and pain from a life's true story." Alvaro stared at the blooded art. The golden frame broken, with the blood splattered across every inch. The beautiful yellow flowers that were his wife's favorite bled red.He spared no glance to the ripped documents and furniture in the room. His office was now cleaned up, although still ruined, by the people Corazon called in.The furniture, the sofa, cabinets and tables. They were all set aside one corner in the room, ready to be thrown in dump. Except for the painting that sat on the floor, against the wall where it was formerly placed.