Todos os capítulos de My Promdi Wife: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

WINSTON POVI had never understood why people hated goodbyes. To me, departures were simple.You left. You arrived. Life continued.There was nothing sentimental about it. At least, that was what I used to believe.Morning arrived much earlier than I wanted.The faint sound of roosters echoed through the quiet neighborhood while soft rays of sunlight slipped through the curtains.I checked the time. Six-thirty. My lips naturally closed together as I let out a sigh. Why did it seem like time was running so fast?Our return to Manila had been scheduled for eight. Normally, I would have already been reviewing emails before leaving for any trip. Instead, I found myself standing outside the small wooden house, coffee in hand, quietly watching the peaceful surroundings.The province woke up differently. There were no honking cars. No rushing executives. No endless phone calls.Only birds singing and a cool breeze. And the smell of breakfast drifting from nearby homes."You woke up early."I

WINSTON POVThe moment I entered the living room, I saw her. She was standing beside the grand piano, wearing a cream-colored designer dress paired with pearl earrings. Elegant. Sophisticated.Everything the high society expected a Domingo to be associated with."Hello, Winston."Her smile was graceful. It was the same smile she had worn for years. A predictable smile, polite at the same time. And you could say that smile looked like she had practiced it over and over."Veronica." I stopped a few feet away. "I was not informed you were coming."Not really. I never thought I would see her again."I wanted it to be a surprise.""I do not enjoy surprises."She chuckled softly. "Yeah, I remember."Benjamin quietly excused himself, leaving the two of us alone. Silence settled between us, very different from when I talk to Windy. I feel like when I am with Windy, there is never a quiet moment in my life.Finally, Veronica spoke. "You look different.""I do?"She nodded. "You smile now."I d

WINSTON POVDinner with Veronica was never supposed to be complicated. At least, that had been my expectation but I was wrong.At exactly seven in the evening, the three of us were seated inside one of Manila's best restaurants. Private dining room, minimal noise, and excellent service. Everything was exactly the way I preferred.Except Windy looked completely out of place. Not because of the way she dressed. She still wore the same simple blouse and a light cardigan.It was because she looked uncomfortable. She kept looking at the different forks and spoons on the table. Then at the crystal glasses and then back at the menu.I quietly noticed everything.Veronica smiled warmly before taking a sip of her wine."So, how is married life?"Windy suddenly looked at her."Married?" She even blinked. "Not yet."Veronica stopped."I am sorry?"Windy scratched the back of her neck. "We are not married yet. We are just..." She turned to me as if she did not know what to say. "...engaged."The

WINSTON POVThere was a saying my grandfather used to repeat whenever I was younger."Watch how a person treats those who can offer them nothing."At that time, I believed he was talking about employees, business partners, or even people below our social standing. Now, I realized he meant something completely different.He meant kindness and somehow, Windy had more of it than anyone I had ever met.For the next three days, the mansion became a surprise training place. Every morning, Veronica arrived shortly after breakfast. Every afternoon, Windy learned something new.Walking gracefully, greeting important guests, keeping conversations, and understanding formal dining rules.At first, I thought Windy would get tired of it. Instead, she faced every lesson with the same energy she showed toward everything else. Even when she failed.Especially when she failed."Again."Veronica smiled patiently. Windy took a deep breath before trying one more time. She balanced a thick book on top of h

WINSTON'S POVMy grandfather had always believed in timing. When I was twelve, he refused to teach me how to negotiate."Not yet," he had said.At sixteen, I asked him why he trusted certain executives more than others. Again..."Not yet."Even the day he officially appointed me as the company's future CEO, he only smiled and said,"You'll understand when the time comes."I hated those words. Because to me, timing was just another excuse to delay the truth. Yet as I stared at the old brown envelope resting on my desk… I found myself wondering if this was the "right time" he had always been talking about.The charity gala rehearsal ended nearly an hour ago. Instead of returning to the mansion immediately, I came straight to my office alone. The envelope hadn't left my hands since Veronica gave it to me. It looked ordinary and old. The edges were slightly worn, as though it had been sealed years ago.On the front, written in my grandfather's unmistakable handwriting, were the words that