บททั้งหมดของ His Suffered Wife [ENGLISH]: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Dahlia's POV When I was discharged from the hospital, Ethan and I immediately went to the Monte Cristo mansion, immediately got into John's car and drove us there. "Thank you, John," I promised him when we got off. I carry the groceries we bought for cooking later. Ethan and I plan to have sex. “Thanks, man!” Ethan said to him. John just nodded and smiled at me. "I'll get back to you tomorrow morning," he promised me so I just nodded to him. "You have my number, don't you?" he asked more. “Yup!” my answer."Good, I'll just text you," he promised me. The seriousness of his face is obvious. That's why his elegance prevails because of that. Because John is more handsome when his face is serious. I shook my head, where is my own cousin? After a while he left so Ethan and I looked at each other. "Are you sure Emery and Travis aren't there?" I asked him. "Of course, Ate Loling said she left earlier," she promised me. We quickly entered the gate, we were the only people there becaus

"Dahlia?" I ignored him and just looked directly at Emery. "Here's your breakfast," I promised them. Emery immediately sat up in bed and hugged Travis around his waist. It hurt to see that but I didn't say anything. There is nothing I can do but accept that Travis and I have a limit to our love and friendship. He doesn't love me anymore, that Emery. I quickly placed the tray on their bedside table. "I cooked breakfast for Dahlia, honey. I know you were as tired as last night," Emery promised her softly. Tired? Where? My heart seemed to break because of the idea that entered my mind. Travis didn't even say a word and I think he just stared at me. "Honey?" Emery asked again. "B-Why did you order Emery? H-He's not our assistant, Emery," Travis said. The woman only frowned. "Well, I want her to cook our breakfast! Do you have a problem with that? I thought I'd always be the one to follow because I'm pregnant!" Emery yelled at him that's why he got scared. I smirked, as if he was on

"Dahlia child!" I was surprised to hear him babbling. He hugged me so tightly that I just hugged him. I don't know but my heart immediately beat because of the warmth of his hug. I don't understand the feeling. I saw John smiling broadly at us. When we left, I stared at his face even more. It was very gentle and obviously took good care of itself. I was amazed to see his eyes. It's almost the same as mine, hazel nut in color. Even his wavy hair is the same."How are you son? I'm sorry I only showed up to you now since you were young. I don't want you to get in trouble." It started crying in front of me so I was worried. It took a while but I just held his back to make him stay. "Lo siento. Te quiero," he said making me frown. I suddenly turned to John to ask what the translation of what my mother said was. "She said, she's sorry and she loves you," he promised me. I nodded at him. "I'm sorry, son." I frowned because he actually understood Tagalog. "Do you understand Tagalog?" h

My emotions are mixed because we are on our way to Spain. We boarded a private airplane and were very busy while inside. My mother was in the front and John and I were in the back. We were also served a lot of food, in front of us was a big flatscreen and we were watching the news in Spain. I don't understand what the news anchor is saying. "You should learn how to speak Spanish, Dahlia. So that your face won't be like that when you mingle with people over there in Spain, with a wrinkled face," John promised me. I winced at what he said. "I really have to, John. I want to learn so that I can understand you all," I promised him with a smile."Don't worry about it, son. Most of the people there understand Tagalog," mom told me, making me widen my eyes. "WHAT? How did that happen?” I asked him. "Well, the Queen of Austrias implemented a new curriculum in education and that is to teach those children and also the people of Austrias to speak the Filipino language," John promised me, m

I was still nervous because of what John was telling me. I didn't expect that even here there are still people who don't like me. I'm sad because even my real brother hates me. I don't know what I did to make him dislike me but I don't care anymore. I'm sick of begging for love, especially from the one I love. I also endured and chased for several years just to get him to accept me but still nothing so now no I don't care anymore. I will only think about my son, myself and the people who accept me for who I am.I am here in the dressing room and the designers are currently dressing me. John is outside and just waiting. I choose what I wear because I know the clothes that will suit me. Both Emery and I graduated as a Fashion Designer. I remember our dream of coming here to Spain and becoming a famous fashion designer, but we parted ways because after Travis and I got married, he went to Paris and continued his career there. I didn't know that he hadn't moved on from my husband, if onl