Mateo's mother, stands on the balcony of their stately mansion, the garden below blooming with vibrant flowers. Her gazed turned distant. She can put out in her mind the last conversation of her with Isabella. About her story of being abducted and that she never cheated or intentionally left Mateo and her daughter, Amara. She took a deep sighed. Ms. Cynthia, indeed had been a good person for Isabella, because she can feel how pure Isabella's kindness, over Nerissa. But then, everything started to changed because of what she'd done. Yet if she's thinking about all her explanations, there's a part of her that still wants to believe that Isabella was just as much a victim too.She then turned her gazed back at the garden, and saw how her and Isabella's having a fun and happy conversations there back then while they're helping those flowers to grow, as she begins to have flashbacks of the past years. "Mom, I know what I’m about to say might upset you, but I’ve decided to propose to Ne

Nerissa sits beside Mateo in their car, the expression of disappoinment on her face is evident, even as she attempts to keep it hidden, as they speed down the highway. She then looked at the window and put her arms across her chest."I can't believe we had to cut our honeymoon short. This was supposed to be our time, Mateo." His gripped on the steering wheel tighten as he replied to her with an apologetic tone. "I know, and I'm sorry. But when they said it was urgent, I couldn't just ignore it. The company..." Nerissa turned to face Mateo, who was focused on the road ahead. Nerissa can't actually think a nice plan if ever she'll face Isabella again. "It's always the company. Can't they handle anything without you? We barely had any time to ourselves," she tried to sound calm but she sounded angry. Mateo glanced at her before answering," I promise we'll make up for it, Nerissa. I didn’t expect any of this. You know if it was within my control, I wouldn’t have..." Nerissa sighed.

"Mommy, why you, Daddy, Nanny Rose and Nanny Dalia were arguing earlier? Is it because of that lady named Isabella?" Amara asked, as she looks up from her coloring book. Nerissa carefully choose her words whike continuously brushing Amara's hair. "Oh, my sweet girl, no. It's not like that. Your daddy and I... we never mistreated our maids. The lady, well, she's just someone from a long time ago who made some very bad choices," she said with a slight grinned on her lips. She wants it, to make Amara hate her real mother more than she hates Isabella. "Bad choices? Like what, Mommy?" Amara asked curiously, tilting her head sideways. Nerissa paused and totally face Amara, determined to thread a lies in Amara's mind. "Like... not being nice to people who cared about her. Sometimes, people can be selfish, and they hurt others without thinking. We don't want such people around us, do we?" Amara quickly shakes her head, uet it's evidence in her eyes that she's still having more questions in

"No reply... I don't understand why he won't even hear me out." That night, Isabella feels more frustrated. Each passing moment without her getting back with his family feels like a loss of faith.Her thoughts keep wandering to the time that she had just spent with them until her phone beep, then she saw a message came from Dalia. The image displayed on the screen—a snapshot of Amara, her daughter, engaged in solitary play, her happiness shining through her face."My daughter... You are still beautiful. I'm sorry that you are growing up without Mommy by your side," she says aloud as she wiped the couple of tears that escaped her eyes. Suddenly her phone ring, someone's calling her. It's Dalia. "Hello? Isabella did you see the photos of Amara that I sent?" She asks excitedly over the line, but Isabella can't just give the same energy. "Dalia, thank you for this. It means everything to me right now," she replies before taking a deep breath.""I thought you might need a little light

Isabella who's standing in front of a mirror of the nearest café restaurant at Mateo's company adjusting a cap and uniform that clearly doesn't belong to her. She practices holding a package, her eyes glued to her reflection."Just a delivery. In and out before anyone notices," she muttered. She's already desperate. She can't just easily see and talk to Amara even it's just so easy to be in front of the Villanueva's mansion. No matter what she does, they keep on hindering her to do that. Cut to the bustling lobby of the company. Isabella, now fully in disguise, strides confidently towards the elevators. Her heart races, she's nervous. Her hands are shaking as she reaches for the button and presses it without hesitation.She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath, as the elevator stopped and its door opened at th exact floor where she can find Mateo's office."For Amara... I can do this," she whispered and looked around. As her eyes landed on the door leading to his office, she felt h