Todos los capítulos de REVENGE OF THE GOOD WIFE (ENGLISH): Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

The Past...Patricia noticed the sudden flash of offense in Alvin's eyes, the brief spark igniting a tension between them that was palpable in the small space they occupied. The afternoon sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting delicate patterns of light and shadow across Alvin's chiseled features, highlighting the tightness in his jaw and the subtle furrow of his brows. She braced herself for his response, anticipating the sharp retort that would surely follow as his lips parted to speak."You're being harsh," Alvin said, his voice low and edged with a hint of hurt that belied his usual confident demeanor. Despite the emotion evident in his tone, his arms remained firmly wrapped around her waist, holding her close as if afraid she might slip away.Patricia arched an eyebrow, her own defenses rising in response. The subtle scent of his cologne—musky with a hint of citrus—filled her senses, making it harder to maintain the barrier she desperately tried to keep between them. "B

The kiss between them deepened, growing more intense with each passing second. Alvin’s lips moved against hers with a fierce urgency, as if he had been starving for her touch, for the taste of her. The raw hunger in his kiss sent a jolt of electricity through Patricia, making her head spin. It felt like he was trying to consume her, to make her his in every way, and she couldn’t help but respond with equal fervor. Each kiss, each caress, seemed to fan the flames of desire burning inside her. She felt herself slipping, losing control as Alvin’s lips traveled down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His hands roamed her body, their touch igniting every nerve ending, making her shiver with anticipation. “Oh, Alvin—” Patricia moaned, her voice a breathless whisper as she squeezed her eyes shut, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her. Alvin’s lips moved lower, brushing against the sensitive skin of her throat before descending further. Each kiss felt like a bran

“And what are you doing in Batangas? Why didn’t you tell me ahead of time?” Caleb’s voice was sharp, cutting through the stillness of the room like a blade. Patricia could feel the tension in the air, his frustration palpable even through the phone. She sighed deeply, feeling the weight of his questions pressing down on her. She knew he was angry, and she couldn’t blame him.“What are you doing, Patricia? Why do you have to go through all of this? We could have done everything the right way,” Caleb continued, his tone laced with irritation and disappointment, each word a reminder of how much he cared for her.Patricia closed her eyes briefly, taking another deep breath to steady herself before she spoke. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. This was all so sudden, and—”“So, what do you mean by that? Does that man make sudden decisions just to upset you? You don’t need to do this, Tracy. I’m here for you; I won’t abandon you. If it’s about money, we have plenty. That’s not the problem,” Cale

Alvin’s eyes lingered on Patricia as she disappeared into the shadows of the old house, a deep sigh escaping his lips as he returned to his drink. The room around him was steeped in the kind of silence that only comes with the night, broken occasionally by the soft creaking of the wooden floors and the distant hum of crickets outside. He tried to convince himself that the warmth he felt wasn’t real, that it was just the alcohol playing tricks on him. But deep down, Alvin knew better. The truth was undeniable—he was happy to see her again, happier than he had been in years.He wasn’t lying when he said he missed his best friend. Since Patricia left his life, it was as if a part of him had been missing, a part that listened to him, understood him, and filled the quiet spaces with meaning, even when his stories were trivial. The memories of their late-night conversations, the shared laughter, and the easy comfort they found in each other’s presence resurfaced, tugging at a corner of his

The next morning, the soft, golden rays of the early sun crept through the curtains, casting a warm, dappled light across the room as Patricia woke up earlier than usual. The air was cool and crisp, carrying with it the faint scent of pine and morning dew. As she stretched, a small smile crept onto her lips. Today, she had planned to wake before Alvin and surprise him with breakfast—an attempt to shift the delicate dynamic between them. Slipping out of bed, she tiptoed through the quiet house, the wooden floor creaking softly beneath her feet.As she neared the kitchen, she paused, surprised by the soft sounds of sizzling and the rich aroma of coffee brewing. Her brows knitted in confusion. Was Alvin already up?Entering the kitchen, Patricia found Alvin standing at the stove, his broad shoulders framed by the morning light streaming through the windows. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and he wore a casual gray t-shirt that hugged his frame. The scene was almost domestic, the sigh