"I missed the dish you cooked on our first day at the Santillan mansion," Kier said, placing the plates and glasses on the dining table."Do you know where the Santillan mansion is located?""I have no idea. All I knew was that we were in the mansion and had no neighbors. But I love the place, honestly.""Hey, Mister, don’t ever insult what I cooked, huh? I worked hard on it," I said as I prepared the fried rice on the table."Yes, wifey," he replied laughing."Just make sure, Mister.""Come here, wifey."I was surprised when he suddenly gave me a quick kiss on the lips. Then he removed the apron I was wearing, pulled me out of a chair, and helped me to sit down."I’ll wash the dishes. It's your prize because you cooked our breakfast."I secretly smiled. Why am I so happy? He put rice on my plate."Bon appétit!"He answered with a wink, that made my heart jump."By the way, we will attend the party tomorrow night. It’s a birthday party." He glanced at me for a moment. "If you want to

"We don't have a relationship.""Really?" I said sarcastically. "Why does she call you darling?""Come on, don't you trust me?" I didn't answer. "Are you jealous of Savannah?""Of course not," I answered quickly. I noticed the pain on Kier's face. "I am your wife and we are newly married. What if our marriage became real? Would you treat me like this in front of many people as your wife? You're going to flirt with another girl even though I'm with you?""Why did our conversation turn to me?""Because you started it," I said. Annoyed, I turned my back on him. I went to the closet and got some clothes to wear. I heard Kier call my name, but I answered him with a loud slam of the door.I don't know how I fell asleep next to Kier, but I did sleep. Somewhere in the night, I woke up when I heard the door creak. Sleepily, I turned to the other side of the bed. Kier wasn't there but I could see the bathroom light was on. I went back to sleep.WHEN I woke up, Kier was no longer by my side. I w

"Wifey, our parents will come here later."I was stunned. We are currently in the living room."Is that so?" I faced him. I stood up and went to the window."Don't worry." He followed her.How could I not worry? He said that our parents will visit us and it only reminds me that we will soon be separated. But that's what I wanted to say to Kier, I just couldn't say it. My heart suddenly hurt because of what I thought. I cleared my throat."Are we going to let them know about the divorce we are planning?"He fell silent for a moment. I heard his heavy sigh."Is that what you want?"I blinked to stop the tears from forming in my eyes. I bit my lower lip and wrapped my arms around my body. I suddenly felt cold. Is that what I want? For my heart's safety, I silently nodded."Okay. We'll do it.”After a while, I heard his footsteps away from me. He left the house and I don't know where he was going. I couldn't stop myself from crying.It hurts to accept that our marriage is not real. Tha

Kier looked at his father with a smile on his face. "Dad, Fatima loves me." "My daughter, she used to talk about you when she was just a teenager. She would tell me how she hated you. But I know that it was the only way she could deal with her feelings. I always see her sneaking glances at you when you talk to Tristan, my son. When I tell her that her older brother is better at basketball, she gets annoyed. She said Tristan is my son. So I don't see that you are better at basketball than him. I know that she secretly admires you even when you were teenagers." "That's mainly the reason why we wanted you to get married. We saw you love each other. You can't admit your feelings for each other, so we made a way. When I accidentally saw Fatima's picture under your pillow before you flew to America, I talked to Carlo. I no longer had doubts that you love her," said Rodrigo and patted his son on the shoulder. "Y-you saw it?" Kier asked his father. It was his biggest secret. He kept a pict

It's been a week since I left Kier's house. From the subdivision, I took a taxi and asked the driver to take me to Tagaytay. I checked in at the newly opened hotel and restaurant in Tagaytay. While I was there I was thinking of leaving the Philippines to visit my brother in America. "Thank you," I said smiling at the woman who delivered my order to the table I occupied. I stirred my coffee and smelled its aroma. I tasted a slice of strawberry cake. Delicious! But I smiled bitterly. Earlier, I called my mother on the phone. I explained everything to her. I said don't look for me. I'm not ready to go home yet. I wasn't sure of anything anymore. I just want to get away. After drinking coffee I decided to leave Starbucks. I still feel the sadness inside me. All I want to hear from Kier is that he loves me. It's sad. But I will try to be happy. But it's impossible because Kier destroyed my ability to be happy. He is my happiness. I didn't have any trouble getting a taxi. When t