All Chapters of The Sin of Loving You: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Pagkauwi ni Ainara ng Friday night, hindi na niya kinaya.Tatlong araw na siyang iniiwasan ni Andres sa opisina. Tatlong araw ng malamig na “Good morning,” ng mga email na walang emosyon, ng mga sulyap na parang hindi siya kilala. Pero sa ibang babae? Tawa, kwento, compliments. At si Isabella — naka-silk blouse, nakaupo sa desk ni Andres, parang eksena sa isang teleserye tuwing bibisita. They even left the door open for everyone to see. She kicked off her heels, tossed her bag sa couch, and muttered, “Hindi ako papayag na ganito ang weekend ko.”Nagpalit siya ng pambahay — Snoopy pajamas, messy bun, walang makeup. Comfort mode activated.Sa kusina, nagsimula siyang magluto. Garlic, sibuyas, soy sauce, suka. Chicken adobo. Walang recipe, puro instinct at inis. Habang nagluluto, nag-play siya ng rom-com sa laptop — yung tipong cliché na may architect na brooding pero secretly sweet.She laughed at the ridiculousness. Sana ganoon kadali sa totoong buhay.Habang kumakain sa couch, nakapat

Sunday evening, Manila.The city lights flickered through the car window as Ainara leaned back on her pillow, phone pressed to her ear, a sleepy smile on her lips.“Snobby ka talaga,” she teased.“Excuse me?” Andres replied, mock-offended. “I just have standards.”“Standards na puro linen and leather?”“Standards na hindi nagsusuot ng Snoopy pajamas sa dinner.”She laughed. “You liked those pajamas.”“I liked what was inside them.”“Hoy!”He chuckled. “I’m kidding. Mostly.”They’d been talking for over an hour — about the villa, the food, the way the moonlight hit her cheek. Sweet nothings, punctuated by teasing and quiet sighs.“Aling Rosa was right,” Andres said. “You make me feel like I can breathe.”Ainara felt his sincerity and she felt happy that she does that to Andres."You make me feel happy."Silence. But the kind that wrapped around them like a blanket.“Sleep ka na,” he whispered. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”“Good night, Andres.”“Good night, Ainara.”They both slept soundly.

Maagang dumating si Andres sa opisina kinabukasan. Tahimik ang paligid, at sa loob-loob niya, salamat sa tatlong araw na site visit ni Ainara sa Palawan — may konting breathing room siya.Hindi dahil gusto niyang lumayo.Pero kailangan nilang mag-isip. Magpahinga. Magkalinawan.He hadn’t slept well. Hindi dahil kay Isabella — kundi dahil sa tingin ni Pilar sa kanya kahapon. Hindi galit. Hindi pa. Pero may lamig. May distansya.He sighed and opened his laptop.“Good morning, hijo.”Andres looked up. Standing in front of his desk were Celia and Jaime — both freshly tanned from their trip, both smiling, but with very different energies.“Tita Celia. Pa. Good morning." He talked almost mechanical. Hindi niya ineexpect na pupunta ang dalawang matanda ng ganitong kaaga sa opisina.Celia leaned slightly on the edge of his desk. “We missed the chaos.”Jaime chuckled. “And the coffee.”Andres stood to greet them. “We haven't had time to chat since you got back. How was your trip?" Napansin niy

Pagkauwi ni Andres mula sa opisina, bagsak agad siya sa couch. The day had been long, and the silence from Ainara was louder than anything else.He opened his phone, stared at their last thread.“Site’s beautiful. Wish you were here.”That was yesterday.He hadn’t replied right away. He was distracted. Isabella had dropped by. Celia had been watching. Everything felt like a chess game.Now, he typed:"I wish I was there too. Hope the visit’s going well. Miss you.”He hit send.No reply.He waited. Ten minutes. Thirty. Nothing.He tried calling.Ringing.Then voicemail.He sighed, leaned back, and stared at the ceiling.She’s upset.Or she’s busy.Or both.He didn’t blame her.But he hated the distance. **Back in Palawan, the sun was beginning to set, casting golden light over the construction site. Ainara stood with her clipboard, checking off the final items for the day.“Girl,” tawag ni Tasha, her co-lead on the project. “Let’s go out tonight. Just us. Drinks, dinner, no spreadshe

Pagdating nila sa Batangas, tahimik ang paligid. The ancestral house stood proud and familiar, with its wide windows and sprawling garden. Ainara stepped out of the rental car first, her heart thudding. Andres followed, trying to look casual — like he wasn’t secretly terrified of Celia.Pagbukas ng pinto, si Santino agad ang sumalubong.“Ate!” he said, hugging her. “Finally!”“Hi, buster,” Ainara smiled, hugging him tight.Then Santino turned to Andres. “Kuya."Andres smiled. “Hi, Santino.” He tapped Santino's shoulder.Celia appeared from the hallway, elegant in her silk blouse and linen pants. Her eyes scanned the scene — her daughter, her son, and Andres.“You’re here,” she said to Ainara.“Sorry, Ma. I got delayed.”Celia’s gaze shifted to Andres. “And you?”Andres cleared his throat. “Her car broke down. I offered to drive her.”Celia raised an eyebrow. “How thoughtful.”Ainara jumped in. “He was nearby. It was easier.”Celia nodded slowly. “Well, you’re here now. Might as well s