Semua Bab Babysitting the Billionaire's son: Bab 61 - Bab 66

I stared at my son who just got back to sleep. His little chest rising and falling like that is the only thing that makes sense right now. Aaron and I aren't still talking. The silence between us is louder than any argument I've had. I took a deep breath and walked out of Azi's room and headed to our room. Every step felt heavy, as if the house itself were reminding me of what happened. Aaron doesn't want to go to work because of me, because we're still not okay but he doesn't have a choice but to do so since the company has a problem. I hate that his duty pulls him away when all I want is to hold on. I sighed when I remembered myself being cold to him earlier when he was about to go. I can still feel the hardness in my voice; it sits on my tongue like regret. “You should go, Aaron. We can just talk when you got home,” I said coldly without looking at him. The words came out easier than I expected — a shield more than an answer. I heard him sighed. “Please, baby. I can't go like t

I stayed watching the trees dance in the wind, their branches bent and swaying like people moving slowly in a crowd. I breathed in deeply and closed my eyes, letting the cold air hit my skin. It felt alive against my face, a small, sharp reminder that I was still breathing. I felt Aaron’s warm arms wrap around me from behind. His hug was quiet and steady, the kind that made the chaos in my head seem smaller for a moment. I smiled and leaned into him. “This feels nice,” I said, my voice soft. He kissed the top of my head and nodded. “It is nice. Aren’t you cold?” he asked, that gentle worry in his tone that always made me feel cared for. I shook my head and gave him a small smile. Days of remembering the dark past weren’t easy. Facing those moments felt heavy—the kind of trouble that sits in your chest and makes everything else blur around the edges. My therapist had said it was a sign that my memory was trying to work through the pain, that remembering was part of healing even when

The days with Vince blurred into weeks, and then into months. Each morning I woke up with the same hollow question echoing in my mind: Sino ba talaga ako? Months had passed since he introduced himself as my husband, yet everything about my life with him still felt like walking through a fog. Months with Vince, known as my husband, are still confusing for me. Hindi ko pa rin maalala kung saan ako nanggaling, sino ang pamilya ko, at sino ako noon. Hindi pa rin ako ganoon makausap ng maayos. But I was trying my best to respond to him. It was strange—being someone without a past, living in a place that felt borrowed. I was no longer in the hospital now. Matagal na rin akong nakalabas mula sa hospital. At nanatili lang ako sa bahay ni Vince. I couldn’t go out even because I didn’t feel like it. My body was free, but my mind was still trapped somewhere I couldn’t reach. Sometimes I would sit by the window of our room, fingers brushing the cool glass. Binuksan ko ang bintana ng kwarto at