Lahat ng Kabanata ng Chasing Love: A Second Chance At Forever: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Arwena was speechless, shocked by her mother’s revelation that Tandre had been the one to expose Farah's bad behavior.Meanwhile, Tandre couldn’t help but smile as he watched Farah and Jake arguing near Arwena’s house.He felt pleased, knowing the two people who had tormented, deceived, and hurt Arwena were finally facing the consequences of their actions. Everything they had made Arwena feel was coming back to them.Tandre had learned that today was Lorna’s birthday and immediately anticipated what Farah might do. He knew she would try to create a scene just to humiliate Arwena. Determined not to let what happened at the coffee shop repeat, he acted. He told Arwena’s mother everything—except for what had happened between them.Even if Arwena couldn’t love him, he had done something good for the woman he cared about. He wanted her to feel his genuine feelings.“Enough, Farah! Stop it! Do you have any shame left? They’ve already rejected you. They know your true character, so just stop!

"Wena,” Archie’s eyes widened. "You’re paranoid. You're the one who revealed the truth,” he whispered. She felt embarrassed by what she was saying and almost wanted to slap herself. Archie was right, she's paranoid. Now, Tandre knew the truth. The months of hiding Nathan’s identity had been wasted. Thanks to her, they've been exposed. Archie leaned against the wall, shaking his head repeatedly as he looked at his brother. Joy was evident on his face, but disappointment, anger, and sadness were also visible in his eyes. And Archie understands. His brother has all the right to be mad at him for pretending to be Nathan's father, for taking away his rights, and for being a complicit in Arwena's plan to conceal the truth." “God, Arwena! How could you—” Tandre ran a hand through his hair, clearly struggling to contain his anger. If they weren’t at the hospital and if Nathan wasn’t in such a dire situation, he might have lost his temper and exploded. He might have even punched Archie

Arwena bit her lip, glancing at Archie, whose gaze now shifted between her, Tandre, and the doctor. Thankfully, neither the doctor nor the nurse seemed to have overheard their conversation. Instead, they focused on examining Nathan. After confirming that the boy showed no visible complications, the doctor turned to Arwena and Archie. “How is my... Nathan doing, doctor?” Archie hesitated, avoiding the word son in Tandre’s presence. He felt embarrassed claiming Nathan as his son when the boy’s real father stood right there. For the first time, Archie understood why Arwena hadn’t told Tandre the truth about Nathan. It wasn’t just complicated—it was a tangled mess. His earlier plan to provoke Tandre with Nathan was now out of the question. Worse, Archie had no real claim to the boy. He was merely an uncle, while Tandre was the biological father. “Your son is fine,” the doctor said reassuringly. “However, we’ll conduct tests to ensure everything is fine. For now, he needs to stay in the

"Sir, are you Jake Cuevas?" the police officer asked again, glancing at his cellphone to verify that he was speaking to the right person. "Yeah, that's me," Jake stammered, clearly startled by their presence. "What can I do for you, officer?" he added, regaining some composure after the shock. Farah’s earlier call and her plea for help instantly flashed through his mind. What trouble have you gotten yourself into now, Farah? Jake muttered to himself, clenching his fists in frustration. She had once again spoiled the pleasant morning he'd been enjoying. "We were just wondering if you're with Farah Dizon," the officer asked politely, peering into Jake’s room. "No, officer," Jake replied quickly, stepping aside and gesturing for them to enter. He knew they didn’t have a search warrant; he wanted to clear his name and prove Farah wasn’t there. The officers entered without hesitation, scanning the room. "When was the last time you saw her, Mr. Cuevas?" one of them asked, his e

“What are you doing? Let go of me!” Arwena screamed, her voice raw with panic. She threw her elbow back, driving it with all her strength into the gut of the man who had grabbed her from behind. Her movements were frantic, fueled by desperation, but the man barely flinched. His grip remained unyielding, like iron, and his arm tightened around her waist, pulling her closer against him.With a swift motion, he pressed a damp handkerchief over her face, the scent of chemicals strong and overpowering. Arwena fought against the suffocating pressure, twisting violently in his grasp, her body straining in every direction as she attempted to break free. But her arms, already injured, felt like dead weight, robbing her of the strength she needed to escape.Her breath became shallow and rapid, her mind clouding as the edges of her vision blurred. She could feel her body growing heavier, the darkness creeping in from the corners of her eyes. Every attempt to resist became slower and weaker as the