Lahat ng Kabanata ng Hated By My Husband, Loved By His Boss (A short story): Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Genevieve's Point of ViewI paid the cab driver and quickly alighted from the car. Before I could take a step forward, the cab driver honked and I turned around."Miss, unless you have very important business in there, I wouldn't advise you to go in. It's dangerous," he said, his eyes glancing skeptically at the wide, doorless gate ahead."It's fine," I replied.He released a long sigh. "Just be careful, Miss." Without wasting another second, he drove off at great speed.Looking through the doorless gate, I realized it was just an open field inside, with trucks parked everywhere.It's morning, but someone is blasting loud music from a nearby truck. Even though I was still outside the gate, the strong stench of engine oil, cigarettes, and sweat swiftly passed my nostrils. It's sure going to be chaos inside.Taking a deep breath, I walked in, but I stopped abruptly as heads turned towards me. They were daring me to take another step or warning me to leave before it was too late for me.

Genevieve's Point of View"Why do you look so surprised? You didn't know about this?" Mrs. Peter asked with a surprised frown. I guessed she was expecting I'd already know about it.I didn’t respond; I was simply staring at the building in awe.Mrs. Peter laughed at my expression."Did Mr. Enzo tell you why he came here?" Cora asked her."Yes. He said he did something wrong and he's too ashamed to face his wife, so he came to hide here," Mrs. Peter answered.She chuckled as she shook her head in disbelief."I can't believe I lived to see the day when the almighty Enzo Raffaele Fabio would be scared of facing someone—to the extent that he had to run away from his home."I blushed at her words but didn’t say anything."Where is Mr. Enzo now?" Cora asked again."He's at the playground. The kids just returned from school, so he's with them.""Alright, Mrs. Peter. We shouldn't take too much of your time. I'll show Mrs. Enzo around," Cora said."Yes, yes," Mrs. Peter said, facing me. "You s

Genevieve's Point of ViewI could feel Enzo's gaze on my back as I chopped some tomatoes. He'd been asking me the same question over and over again since we came back from the orphanage."Babygirl, are you sure I'm not dreaming?" he asked for the hundredth time.I rolled my eyes and let out a tired sigh. "Just go and rest in the living room and stop bothering me," I hissed."I just want to be sure this is not a dream." He pulled his shirt up and stretched out his arm. "Pinch me."I narrowed my eyes and placed my hands on my waist. Then a wicked idea suddenly crossed my mind as I stared at his naked arm. I let out an evil laugh."Sure," I said.I grabbed the hot spatula, soaked it in a bowl of water until it was cool enough not to hurt someone's skin—just hot enough to wake up a sleeping man."Close your eyes, gentleman.""I'm not a gentleman, babygirl," he said in a flirtatious tone.I groaned in frustration. "Just close your eyes!" I snapped.He laughed but closed his eyes anyway. I

Genevieve's Point of View"Is that not Fred? Your ex-husband?" Kayla asked.Just then, my phone beeped as a notification popped up. I checked it and realized it was from Fred. The text read, "I need to talk to you. It's urgent!"Reading my expression, Kayla already knew the text was from him."What does he want?" she asked with pure disdain in her voice."I don't know. He only said he needs to talk to me," I replied.I studied his expression, and from our angle, he looked worried.Instead of going to meet him as he had requested, I dialed his number, and he picked up on the first ring."What do you want to talk about?" I asked in a cold tone."Genevieve, I'm sorry," he apologized.Kayla urged me to put him on speakerphone, and I did."Your apology is not needed. We are free from each other's claws now. Let's move on."I wanted to hang up, but his next words stopped me."Kelvin... he's dying," he said."What? What happened to him?""I don't know what happened to him. He just started vo

Genevieve's point of viewI felt so heartbroken as I watched my mother leave. How could she choose an outsider over her biological child? How could she be heartless towards her own child?I’ve never felt so much hate and anger toward someone as I’m feeling toward Fred right now. The pain in me was too much. I just couldn’t hold it in anymore and wanted to vent.“Cora,” I called for our housekeeper.“Yes, Mrs. Enzo.”“Quick. Take me to where Fred is kept,” I said.“Shouldn’t we call Mr. Enzo to confirm if he wants you there?”I shook my head. “Just take me there right now. I’ll take the blame.”Hesitantly, she agreed.> > > > > > > My pace quickened as I walked through the familiar, dimly lit passage. I could hear Fred’s agonizing howl as I approached his cell, and the anger in me increased.When I arrived at his cell, I saw Enzo grabbing a hot rod, and before I could guess his next move, he stabbed it through Fred’s left thigh. Another agonizing howl escaped his lips, and I oddly fou