Lahat ng Kabanata ng Chasing My Runaway Wife: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

SLOANE I get out of the car nervously, clutching my bag tighter. I watch as the reporters crowd the restaurant's entrance. They are obviously here because of him. They shout different questions, their voices overlapping like crashing waves. “Rowan, is it true you are getting married?” “Who is the lucky girl?” “What is the girl’s name?” When I finally lay my eyes on him, my heart flutters. My Rowan, the boy I grew up believing is mine. The boy I waited for, holding onto the promise that was made thirteen years ago. Rowan enters the restaurant with bodyguards on either side of him. And I duck my head, trying to avoid the reporters as I enter the restaurant. My heart beats with each step I take towards him. He looks more handsome in person. The cameras did not do enough justice. Rowan sits at a corner booth, his high cheekbones and jawline carved just like they are in magazines. A sudden draft from the air conditioner makes the hairs on my nape stand on end. I smile widely, en

SLOANE“Can I have this dance, pretty lady?” I turn back to see Rowan’s grandfather smiling at me. I notice Rowan leaving the wedding before the reception. However, I keep smiling, trying not to let her people know how I’m feeling. This is my wedding reception, and once again my groom is nowhere to be seen. The guests are eating, dancing, and celebrating. But here I am all alone. Even if he doesn’t love me, the least he can do is make this day special. Not only did he come late, but he also left early. I don’t know much I can tolerate for the sake of keeping my parents and Rowan’s grandpa happy.“What’s going on in that head of yours, Sloane, my dear?” His grandfather continues, as he extends his hand for me. I place my hand on his gently and keep the other one on his shoulder. “It’s nothing, Grandpa,” I reply, trying to smile once again.“It’s written all over your face. I don’t know where that grandson of mine has wandered to. I know this day is special for you, Sloane, and how muc

SLOANEI couldn’t sleep throughout the night. Christine’s words kept ringing in my ear. As usual, Rowan didn’t come home. I freshen up quickly and eat my breakfast before going to work. It’s been almost a month since I took my leave of absence, and I’m a little bit nervous; at the same time, I’m happy because I’ll be able to distract myself from the drama in my life. The hospital corridors buzz with the usual crowd, footsteps echoing, voices of doctors giving instructions, and nurses trying to calm patients down. I don’t miss the look some nurses give me when I enter. But I assume it’s about the wedding.“If it isn’t my favorite Intern,” Mark says as he approaches me and gives me a cup of coffee. “You’re the only one that looks good in a scrub.” He teases further. “Mark,” I hit him on his arm playfully. “You need to stop flirting with me, I’m married.” I show off my ring, and an emotion flickers in his eyes, but he quickly masks it before I can recognize it.“Ouch. You wound me, swee

SloaneI walk into my room, and I feel like a stranger. I rummage through my closet and take what I am looking for. I remove it from the box and caress it softly. I stand in front of the mirror, place it around my neck, and stare at it. The family heirloom. The necklace his grandfather gave me. I am finally letting it go, because it will be selfish of me to keep this. The one possession that I have always cherished.It belongs to her, not me. I put it back in the box, before heading to his room. I know Rowan is not at home, not like he has been here since our wedding. He doesn’t care about what happened today. He thinks I hurt the mother of his child on purpose. I gently put the necklace on his nightstand, and take off my ring. It represents my marriage, my love, my dream, and his betrayal. What is the essence of holding onto it when it clearly doesn’t belong to me? Although I’ve held onto it for years, the harsh reality is that I was taking care of it for Christine. Why should I w

SLOANEFour days laterI am currently sitting in Mark’s garden, and there’s something eerie about the way the wind blows. I wrap my arm around myself, staring at the sky. It’s been four days since I left home, and there has not been a single call, or text from Rowan. Even if I leave forever, I doubt if he’ll notice. Part of me had expected, no, prayed that he was going to notice my absence, and ask me to come home. But there was nothing. The past four days have been a blur of shadows and sad moments. I almost gave up on my plan to leave Rowan. Every day, I wear an oversized hoodie and watch my family from afar. Sometimes, I stay a street away from my parents’ house, watching from a distance. My mother still waters the flowers every morning. My father still reads the paper on the porch. Ordinary routines, painfully familiar. He retired from the hospital after my wedding, to spend more time with his wife. I watched as he wrapped his arms around my mother's waist and kissed her fore