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Arthia Violette, a Fine Arts student, majoring in Painting, has always been sure that her sole purpose in this life is to become a wife. She would always cry over proposals and wedding scenes in movies or books. She believes in marriage and has always been so fond of marrying in her early 20's. But at 20, she still has the NBSB badge. And just when she had already given up dating and just decided to wait for what we call in God's time, Antonio Nicholas, an Architecture student, suddenly slid through her Instagram DM's. Not only that, he slid into her DM's, but he also turns out to be the son of her father's colleague, and Av being a die-hard fan of destiny, thought that maybe it was her shot at it. It was the start of everything. And finally, at 21, Av got a boyfriend! And at 23, she got married to the man of her dreams. At 24, she had her gallery, art workshop, and art store. She had her first successful major exhibit. She's living the life she has always dreamed of. What could possibly go wrong?

Sa mundong mapait ay pinilit mamuhay at magsumikap ni Cailee Estrella upang maiahon ang kaniyang sarili sa hirap. Ulilang lubos at nakaranas ng kalupitan sa kamay ng mga taong mapang-abuso na kumupkop sa kaniyang nang pumanaw ang mga magulang niya. Ngunit sa sandaling panahon ay natamasa rin niya ang marangyang buhay sa tulong ng lalaking iibig sa kaniya at inibig din niya nang lubusan. Subalit, ang masaganang buhay na 'yon ay hindi niya inaasahang mas malupit pala ang kaniyang kapalaran. Gumuho ang kaniyang mundo nang maglaho itong parang bula at iniwan siyang mag-isa na nagdadalang tao. Sinikap niyang muling bumangon at binuhay mag-isa ang sanggol sa sinapupunan niya hanggang sa lumipas ang anim na taon. Dahil sa komplikasyon ng kalusugan ng kaniyang anak ay dinoble ni Cailee ang pagsusumikap. Hindi sapat ang pagle-labor sa palengke at pagwi-waitress kaya maging ang pagpo-prostitute ay pinasok na rin niya, at doon ay nakilala niya ang taong muling gugulo sa tahimik na niyang buhay. Hahayaan ba niyang muling buksan ang kaniyang pusong minsan nang nasugatan? Paano kung ang misteryosong lalaking ito ang magiging daan upang muli niyang matagpuan ang ama ng kaniyang anak? Paano kung ang lalaking ito rin ang gagamot sa puso niyang minsan nang nasugatan?

PROLOGUE: Meet Celestina Guevara-Sy_ Isang Masayahing Babae , Walang ibang inaatupag kundi ang pagiging isang mabuting asawa. Maganda , Mayaman , Mabait , Matalino at higit sa lahat Sexy na halos kinababaliwan ng kalalakihan. Gabriela Javier_ Ang Matalik na kaibigan ni Celestina. Pinagkakatiwalaan at tinuring na kapatid. Sya ang KABIT ng Kanyang asawa. Zander Ford Sy_ Ang lalaking asawa ni Celestina. Na ubod ng sungit , malamig kung makitungo Simula ng bumalik sa pilipinas si Gabriela. Paano kung pinagtataksilan sya ng dalawang taong pinagkakatiwalaan nya? Ang taong minahal nya ng lubos higit pa sa kanyang BUHAY.? Magpaparaya nalang ba sya? Dahil alam nyang wala syang puwang sa puso ng kanyang asawa? O ipaglalaban nya ito kahit sya pa ang masasaktan. "B-bakit nyo ito ginagawa sakin? Pinagkakatiwalaan KO kayo? Bakit? Bakit sya pa Gabriela? Alam mo kung gaano KO sya kamahal? Simula noon? Iniwan mo sya sa ere at ako ang laging nasa tabi nya? Bakit gab.? Ngayon pa na kasal na kami? Ngayon kapa bumalik at sirain ang nabuo kung pamilya? Tinuri kitang kapatid pero niloko at inahas mo sya sakin". Celestina. " Dahil mahal ko sya Celestina. Alam mo na simulat sapul palang ay ako na ang minahal ni Zander? Alam kung alam mo yon Celestina? Nagmamahalan kami ni Zander? Kaya pakiusap palayain muna sya. Alam kung mayron pang mas deserve sa pagmamahal mo. Pakiusap Celestina kung mahal mo ako palayain muna sya? Patawad kung niloko kita o namin. Patawad Bestfriend". Gabriela natameme Ako dahil sa sinabi nito na agad Kong kinatahimik at nanatiling nag proseso pa ng mga sinasabi nya. "I'll try to love you Celestina , but I'll fail. Alam muna noon na si Gabriela lang ang minahal KO at wala ng iba. Sorry kung padalos dalos Ako sa disisyon ko. I'm sorry and please Set me FREE Celestina.". Zander. ________ Date Started: 01_24_2024 Ended: Ongoing

As I stepped out of my older brother's newly opened supermarket, the alarm suddenly rang. The sales assistant grimly reached out and grabbed me, "Miss, you haven't paid yet." I remembered that my buttons were made of metal, which triggered the alarm. After patiently explaining and easing the atmosphere, I said, "The owner of this supermarket is my older brother. He'll pay the bill." The sales assistant scoffed. "Your brother's the boss? Why not say he's your husband instead? You stole and refused to admit it. Pay up or I'll call the police immediately," she said and crumpled the receipt into a ball before throwing it at my face. I endured the humiliation and unfolded it. A baby pacifier for 100,000 dollars. Two packs of baby wet wipes for 200,000 dollars. Security personnel's hush fee, 300,000 dollars. All of the miscellaneous expenses added up to exactly one million dollars. I laughed in anger. "One million dollars? Why don't you just rob a bank? Go and get Chad Surrey. I want to see how I ended up with such a heartless brother." She rolled her eyes. "Don't pretend if you can't afford it, thief. Is Mr. Surrey someone you can see whenever you want?" When my parents came to help me, I said, "Only one of us exists in this family. It's either me or her."

The admissions office calls and says my daughter's admission fee has been paid, asking when I'll come to handle enrollment. I'm completely stunned. My daughter, Natalie Steward, is top of her class. She's already guaranteed a spot in the city's best high school, Dream High School, with no admission fee required. Upon questioning my husband, Arnold Lewiston, he claims the admissions office must've made a mistake. He says, "I just wanted to surprise you, so I pulled some strings with the principal to get her into the accelerated track. You should talk to the teachers and make sure we get the best homeroom teacher so I can look good." As soon as I end the call, I slam the accelerator and head straight to the admissions office. On my way there, I call Lynn Warrens, my best friend who works in the State Department of Education. "Help me check under whose name Arnold paid the admission fee for his illegitimate child. I'm going to withdraw them from the school!" I say.

At the company's celebration dinner, the new HR guy slapped a bill on the table—$860 for A/C and venue costs from our last all-nighter. I shot a look at Sherry—my girlfriend, my boss—thinking she'd have my back. Nope. She latched onto HR's arm and said, "Quentin, this isn't your daddy's company. Quit freeloading." And just like that, nine years of busting my ass for this company, and turns out—I was the discount item on the menu.

I was a top-tier heart surgeon. The kind they gave a government-issued black SUV with diplomatic plates—armored, red-light-skipping, cleared-for-anything kind of ride. I parked it at my fiancé Marco Varonetti's place so he could keep it in shape. Bad call. One day, I got an emergency call: heart transplant for the Chancellor—yeah, that Chancellor, the one with state secrets ticking inside him. I rushed over to Marco's to grab the car. Right as I was about to leave, some rando slid into the back seat like she owned it. "Mall first. I need a mani," she barked. "Then get the ice cream Marco ordered. If it melts, I'll kill you." Excuse me? "This is my car," I said, trying to stay chill. "I've got a critical airport run. You need to get out." She rolled her eyes. "You're just the driver. Open those eyes and check the plate." Then the maid chimed in. "Everyone knows Mr. Varonetti takes Ms. Caro out in this car. Nobody says a word." I froze. Marco used my federally issued SUV... to chauffeur her? This wasn't just messy. This was criminal.

From a stall in the office restroom, I overhear someone badmouthing me. Henry Fielder, the intern I've been mentoring for three months, grumbles, "The guy's got zero people skills. He's a total fossil, like a robot stuck in one mode." I'm about to push the door open and jump in when someone laughs and piles on. "The paperwork is incomplete. The receipts aren't compliant. I can't reimburse it without a manager's signature. We could recite his canned empathy lines in our sleep!" Once they're gone, I quietly head back to my office. Later, Henry drops a thick stack of expense reports onto my desk. "Quit waving the rulebook and rejecting everyone's reimbursements." I skim the fake receipts, and for once, I don't call him out. Instead, I give a thin smile and say, "I have a headache. I can't make out the words."

A car accident left me with severe brain injuries. I was left hanging by a thread. My wife, a renowned medical genius, personally operated on me for 18 consecutive hours, pulling me back from death's grasp. Yet, the first words I said to her after waking up were, "Grace, I want a divorce." Her eyes were filled with tears. "Derek, I just saved your life, and now, you want to leave me? Is it because I've been too busy at the hospital? Because I haven't spent enough time with you?" I frowned. "It's exactly because you saved me that I want this divorce. I won't let you sacrifice your reputation for me." The family elders tried to reason with me. "Grace is such a wonderful wife. She takes care of everything and loves you deeply. Why insist on a divorce? Why throw away such happiness?" No matter who approached me, I dismissed them with the same response. "If you think she's so perfect, then she'll be available once we're divorced." The elders were furious. "Fine! Get your divorce! But don't come crying to us when you regret it!" I whispered under my breath, "The only thing I regret is not divorcing her sooner."

I donated 45 million to the city's best kindergarten, but my daughter failed the enrollment interview. She was a polymath. Furious, I demanded an explanation from admissions. She hurled an assessment file at my face. "Your daughter's brilliant, but you're the exact opposite! You're dead last among the parents!" She continued, "The others have tech domes! You're nothing but a regular Ivy League graduate! Your degree's worth about as much as toilet paper!" The other teachers laughed as well. "If we admit her daughter, it's going to look bad on the other kids. She can't take that responsibility." "Yeah, I can't believe she's demanding an explanation from Ms. Johnson. Her husband is the kindergarten's biggest stakeholder. He can make sure her daughter has nowhere to go." The admission teacher shoved me away. With disdain in her eyes, she said, "Out of my sight if you know what's good for you. My husband is picking me up in his Rolls-Royce. His car plate alone is worth more than your life! It's lucky 777! Only one in Georgeport!" Three sevens? That was my husband's car. I laughed mirthlessly and texted my husband. "I had no idea you had another wife behind me."