Lahat ng Kabanata ng Hello,Husband,Goodbye: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The words she uttered struck me like a blow, causing me to involuntarily swallow my saliva. All I wanted was to show her respect as her daughter-in-law, but it seemed that she was the one who refused to extend any respect towards me. "I apologize, Aunt," I said, my voice tinged with remorse. "Call me Madam. You can only refer to me as 'mom' in front of Armand," she responded with an air of arrogance. Armand, my father in-law, was the only one who treated me with kindness and accepted me as his own daughter. It was he who convinced Marcus to marry me. From the very beginning, I knew that our marriage was solely for the sake of our child and the desires of his father. I had no right to complain. What could I expect from a husband who was both arrogant and cold? Despite the pain that coursed through me, I forced a smile and remained composed in her presence. "I apologize once again, Madam," I said, my words laced with sincerity. Suddenly, Marcus's voice broke the tension as he appe

“Samantha, follow me. You have something to do," Marcus said coldly, his voice devoid of warmth. Despite feeling weighed down, I obediently followed him downstairs. I didn't want him to become angry with me again, even though I had been mistreated by him. As I went downstairs, I noticed an elegant older woman, around 40 years old, dressed in a blazer and skirt. She was engaged in conversation with another woman who exuded an air of expense and elegance with Madam Stella. "Attorney, here is Samantha. We are ready to sign the divorce papers," Marcus announced. I furrowed my brows upon hearing his words, disagreeing with what he had just said. "Divorce? Are you planning to divorce me?" I asked, fighting back tears. I had already suspected it when I overheard his mother discussing it with him. However, I wasn't ready to face the reality of it. I felt hurt, as my dream of providing a complete family for our son had been shattered. Did he not care about our child and the one growing i

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My father? That couldn't be possible. My father had died when I was just a little girl. I remembered my mother telling me stories about him, but I had never met him."You're lying," I said, my voice trembling with emotion."My father is dead." The old man's face fell, and I could see a glimmer of sadness in his eyes."I know it's hard to believe, Samantha," he said, using my name."But it's the truth. I am your father."I didn't know what to say. I felt a mix of emotions – disbelief, anger, confusion. How could this stranger claim to be my father?Before I could say anything else, the door suddenly burst open, and a man in a white coat entered the room. He introduced himself as a doctor and started asking me a series of questions, seemingly unaware of the tension in the room."I'm sorry for interrupting," he said, his voice filled with regret.Tears streamed down my face as I clutched my stomach, feeling a sense of relief wash over me."Thank you

I was in complete disbelief as my father revealed the staggering amount of money I had inherited and the freedom it granted me. The sheer magnitude of the sum left me speechless, still trying to process the fact that I was now the daughter of a trillionaire.However, our conversation came to an abrupt halt when Lydia, one of our trusted maids who take cared for Baby Dallas, burst into the room in a state of panic. Both my father and I exchanged concerned glances as she apologized for the interruption.With a trembling voice, Lydia informed us that Dallas had a high fever. My heart skipped a beat and I immediately sprang into action, following Lydia as she led me to Dallas's room. My father was right behind me, his worry evident.As we entered the room, my heart sank at the sight of Dallas lying in his crib, his face flushed and his tiny body shivering. It was a heartbreaking sight that sent me into a state of panic."Dad, what do we do? We need to get him to a doctor," I pleaded, my v

The guard looked confused and told us that he didn't know who Mr. Johnson was. He explained that the mansion was owned by the Villa Fuente Family and he had been working there for a year, but he had never heard of a Mr. Johnson. My heart sank at his words. Could it be that I had been led to the wrong place?But I couldn't give up now. I had come too far to just turn back. I insisted to the guard that Mr. Johnson was living here. I couldn't shake off the feeling that he was hiding something from me. Maybe he was afraid of losing his job if he revealed Mr. Johnson's whereabouts.“You're just being dishonest.I want to see and get my son from him,” I protested.But the guard was adamant and told us to leave.“Ma’am, I’m not lying. It seems you've arrived at the wrong address. You may leave now “he said emphatically.The gate suddenly opened and we saw a black expensive car coming out. We immediately moved out of the way and I saw a man who was not familiar to me. But I had to try, I had t