CHAPTER 95: [And so they were left fumbling, who’s evil, but neither the two knew that they have the same blood running on their veins.]Michael is dead, same with Jed.Rio felt her hands felt clammy under her sweater as she sits under Detective Ruscov’s gaze. It was penetrating as if he was trying to read her soul since earlier. It was early in the morning, when Midnight and Paxton go out, and so the male strode, asking and throwing questions to the groggy Rio who is not surprised at his uninvited appearance.“Your coffee would get cold.” She said a free R a moment, when she could no longer stand the awkward silence that fell between the pair.“Leave it be, I have more things to worry than having a cold coffee, Ms. Buenaventura—”“It’s Rio, I told you to call me Rio.” She despised recalling that name.Not because Rio hated it, but she do not like the memories that came after.“Rio.” Ruscov corrected himself. Behind him stood Reed, who was trying to figured out something. It just that

CHAPTER 97: BETRAYED Sit with the pain. That is what would mostly Yna’s friends would say. Humor after another from one’s anguish that shouldn’t be normal. It was never okay. It was never alright to get mistreated, for the betrayals to the shattered soul as you’d no idea how much that distress could last, or whether the damage is beyond repair. It was unfair. How she began questioning herself with why’s, yet they remain unanswered. She was left in tears streaming down on her face when she crashed into a room, where her 5 years boyfriend, Santi, was caught naked—bared with Alicia, the one, whom Yna trusted the most. The memory of the past events was an avalanche that absolutely Yna wouldn’t forget. “I—I hate you—fuck you, San!” Yna rubs her eyes, but no matter how much she tries, she would be left tear-stricken. Stained cheeks and blurry orbs left her sight vague. It was frustrating. The anger, and distress— her hate and pain crash in a tidal wave combined. She didn’t even pay any

CHAPTER 99: DRUNK KISSES “So, you two broke up?” Sherra began to pry after murdering her lunch. A pickle on the side, some chicken, and crab sticks alongside mashed potatoes, and corn. That is what was commonly served to them, or more likely what the two of them had chosen to, because somehow it was free, and secondly, both her and Sherra wouldn’t need to spend another bill for their food. Much better, now that she was in fact saving, and Yna wasn’t in the mood to trot on the corridors, and have gotten the same curious looks from the women around the halls. Now that Santi had just paraded Alicia as his new girlfriend. Yna couldn’t help herself but rolled her eyes at that thought. “He cheated.” She bitterly said. Of course, she would be bitter. How can she move on, much worst forgive them easily? She had been hurt badly. It was like, what she have across her face, the bravery that Sherra could perceive was more than nothing, but a mer

CHAPTER 101: HIS EX-WIFEThe bustling Street of Manila has been filled with persons, strangers from one another apart from the beautiful woman who was watching them walk as if she was an spectator. She was holding a freshly brewed macchiato on a cafe that was already opened at this hour. It was 6 in the morning, and there are no sign of any foreboding weather that was yet to unfold. The sky was clear. The clouds were even on a light blue colour shading the sun from its heated embrace beyond the numerous buildings align. They stood tall, and erect. They bathed under the luminaire it has, but then the sight isn’t the one that the woman was keeping her eyes from.Vanessa El Mayor [the mere reminisce of her being married to somebody she do not love left a distasteful tang on her mouth] was rather waiting for somebody that was yet to arrive. Clad on her usual attire, yet even with no efforts, Vanessa was already beautiful from head to toe. She was casually dressed on a silky black dress pa

CHAPTER 103: DINNER DATE I couldn’t stomach it. I felt like I am going to throw out everything. There, on the photograph, I could see his wife...other than that, the fact that she was naked already suggested that something had actually happened between them. The man is handsome, I presumed, but even Zachary was. He was dazzling, handsome, dark and charming on his own way as if he owns the world as he walk passed by ahead. He has this ruthless air around him that would make everybody scuttled just so they could get away from him. Now, I could understand why they are so terrified upon hearing his name, Zachary El Mayor paired by how he looks.But that night he seems....somehow different.He have this look of longing, and sadness that even I could feel to where I assumed he was Santi. It was as if I could feel my ex-boyfriend in regret of what he had done to me. The eyes which mirrored emotions I had never yet seen before, but then knowing Santi, and our encounter earlier that day, befo