บททั้งหมดของ He's Gay (English Version): บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Unlike before, Rave arrived early at the place where he and Rhea last met. While waiting, he sat on the same bench they used to share. As he looked around, memories he had long tried to bury slowly came rushing back. All the laughter, the small fights, and the moments he once thought would last forever. After all, she was my first love... and also my first heartbreak. It’s true what they say—first love never dies.After a few moments, Rhea arrived. She was wearing a simple sunflower dress that brought out her natural beauty. From a distance, he immediately noticed her approaching, her expression uncertain yet determined.Even though her heart was pounding, Rhea gathered her courage and walked toward him. When she sat beside him, Rave leaned back slightly and fell silent. Minutes passed. Neither of them spoke. It was as if every word they had planned to say vanished in an instant.“Rave.”“Ri.”They spoke at the same time, and Rhea quickly looked away.“You go first,” she said softly, l

I’m jealous… I’m jealous… I’m jealous…Rhea kicked the bed in frustration and yanked at her own hair. Then she let out a deep sigh as Lucas’s words kept playing over and over in her mind like a broken record.Ugh! This is too much… Come on, bakla, let me sleep! Have mercy, it’s already eleven o’clock!She tried to close her eyes, but no matter what she did, sleep would not come. It felt like restless butterflies were fluttering in her stomach. She groaned and exhaled weakly.Why am I like this? Why do I feel so affected?Finally, she grabbed her pillow and pressed it to her face, as if she could push away every thought of that bakla. But no matter how hard she tried, Lucas’s voice kept circling in her mind—cold, serious, and loaded with emotion.Feeling tangled inside, Rhea stared at the wall separating her room from Lucas’s. Her hand instinctively went to her lips. Why did Lucas have to say those words? And most of all, why did I answer his kiss?What is happening to me? It felt like

The wedding of Lucas Villarreal and Rhea Benitez was nothing short of enchanting. It took place in the expansive garden of a luxury estate in Manila, and the entire venue resembled a world taken straight from a fairy tale. White chairs were arranged on both sides of the aisle, each one adorned with delicate flowers and scattered petals. At the end stood a floral arch draped in soft chiffon, decorated with red and white roses. Cherry blossom petals lay lightly on the grass, and the lanterns hanging from the trees reflected the gentle morning light, giving the garden a serene, almost ethereal glow. The air was fresh, carrying the faint scent of flowers and the soft rustle of leaves in the morning breeze.Most of the guests were business partners, distant Villarreal relatives, and several of Lucas’s closest friends. His gay friends were there as well, giving the event even more color and life. Everyone was present except for Rave, who was abroad for a business trip. As they waited for the

Rhea quietly wiped her eyes with a tissue as the movie continued. Her eyes were swollen and red, yet still sharp enough to notice the unusual stiffness in Lucas’s posture beside her.“What?” Lucas asked. His voice was lower and raspier than usual, carrying a surprising warmth and softness that almost sounded seductive.“Are you okay?” Rhea asked, her voice hoarse from crying.Lucas blinked rapidly, clearly startled. “What? Yes. I am fine.”As soon as he said it, he swallowed hard and shifted away from Rhea. He tugged at the collar of his top as if it had suddenly tightened. Heat crawled across his skin, and he felt as if the lamp beside them had moved closer.Rhea frowned. “You are turning red. And why did your voice suddenly change? Where is your girly tone?”Something in Lucas’s new voice tugged at Rhea’s chest. It was too deep. Too affecting. What was that? Was it normal? Did wine turn gay men into husky-voiced heartthrobs?“It is the wine,” Lucas answered quickly, unable to meet he

By three in the afternoon, they finally reached the condo. The traffic in Cubao had been relentless, a tangle of honking vehicles and sweltering heat. To make matters worse, the MRT7 construction in Quezon City had turned the roads into a chaotic maze of detours and bottlenecks.Complete chaos.Everyone was drained. Lucas and his friends collapsed onto the couch like deflated balloons. Some stared blankly at the television, while two others—Rhea and Rave—were cuddled up on the far end of the sofa.Yes, those two. Rhea lay with her head on Rave’s lap as he gently combed his fingers through her hair. They laughed quietly, lost in their own world and seemingly unaware or uncaring of the people around them. Lucas watched them from across the room, his eyes narrowing. Just yesterday, Rhea had firmly warned him not to flirt with anyone. And now? The moment she laid eyes on Rave—her ex-boyfriend—she transformed into a giddy teenager, all soft smiles and sparkling eyes, as if she weren’t marri