Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Lover's Mistress: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Sam stopped from typing in her keyboard as she felt a stabbing pain in her chest. She slouched all the time, and that twisted pain came from her sitting position. Sam leaned on the swiveling chair, checking her teammates, and they’re still working. She stretched the back of her neck, tilting it on both sides, and closing her eyes for a moment, tired. The telephone in her desk rang, and it bewildered her. Who would call her in the middle of her last-hour shift? Sam picked it up, and placed it on her ears. Her officemates have gone back to typing, and she wrote something in her clipboard. “Hello, this is Ms. Samantha Lee. What can I do for you?”…She ran in the hallway. It has been two hours that passed after Zach got delivered to the ambulance. His car accident notified her right away through a phone call 10 minutes ago. Sam left the office without saying goodbye, reached her speed limit, drove the car away even if it&

Sam briefed her teammates about the approach they had to make on their next show. It has been a month after the director contacted them as the writer for their next dramas. It was overwhelming to talk about, especially if they’re doing some reruns for the past few months. Sam liked to have an interval with the dramas she made along with her team. A month apart would do, since she does multiple dramas at once. It’s not always the head writer who came up with such unique ideas or even strong characters. Sam built those dramas with their heads, and she didn’t want to take the full credit of it all. She always fascinated to do a crime movie or series, and Sam was plotting it this month. By the end of the year, 6 of her dramas were going to get released in the national television. It’s how she loves her job. She liked to keep it real and make money out of her talent. As her cell phone rang in the table, her teammates stretche

Present time. “Not that long, but I can still remember how long he stayed under the rain.” Stacy rested her hands upon her lap, thinking of how the conversation should be. Sam didn’t even retaliate in every detail she said. Stacy has completely said anything, and she hadn’t left out any single thing. Sam wanted to listen further… “It’s hard to say how we got connected with each other after that scene, but it happened. He was inside my life before I can even stop,” Stacy added. Sam hadn’t been that clueless upon Zach’s willingness to break up with her. Zach showed a different side of him after 10 years, and look where it got them. He’s a two-sided man who wanted two women in her life. Two women she can use. It’s better to start a new life without him. “I’ve been keeping an eye to Zach for a very long time. I never wanted to be near him,

Sam doesn’t pay attention to their meeting at all. She’s pre-occupied with the things going on between Stacy and Zach. All along their relationship, he has been lying to her that she’s the only one. Nothing could ever change the fact he lied… that she’s the only one he slept on. “Ms. Samantha Lee? Ms. Samantha Lee?” She snapped back to her senses. Right after she saw their gawking eyes, Sam raised her eyebrows to her member, and nodded. Good things they haven’t started the presentation yet. Sam shook off the thought of Zach right the moment the lights turned off. As Sam worked up in the details of their new concept for a drama, she couldn’t help but to wonder how those memories never cease to exist. It’s the only thing that’s keeping her still down a path Zach was never taking again. Sam had a lot to unravel, had a lot of questions to ask, on how he fell out of love after the 10th mark of th

It was a month after his car accident. He stood close in the hospital window while his family took care of the things. Zach doesn’t know if he should help, but they insisted for him not to move, even if he can fold on the clothes he’s on. Stacy slung his bags over his shoulders, and Zach came up on her rescue, retrieving the bags in her hands. “It is fine, Zach. You should stay there. Don’t exert yourself.” Zach was still on unprogressive state. His mind is still blank, and he couldn’t remember anything. They hoped that flying in to another country can give them ample amount of therapy he needed. Zach dreaded that the memories he had weren’t that good, that’s why his family isn’t saying something. “I can bring these, Stacy. Don’t treat me like a baby who couldn’t lift things.” Zach slung the bags over his shoulder while his parents cleared up the private ward. Stacy smiled to him, and she looked stressed. She must not be getting enough sleep based on how sunken her eyes were.