Novelas y relatos de Casual Ouji Fashion

​"Pirmahan mo ang divorce papers at umalis ka na. Sofia is back, and I no longer have a use for a substitute like you." ​Sa loob ng isang taon, naging masunurin at mapagmahal na asawa si Aria kay Xander Black—ang mailap at ruthless na billionaire. Ngunit sa gabi ng kanilang anniversary, hindi regalo kundi papeles ng paghihiwalay ang ibinigay nito sa kanya. Itatapon lang pala siya na parang basura dahil nagbalik na ang babaeng tunay na mahal ni Xander. ​May lihim si Aria. Hawak niya ang isang positive pregnancy test, ngunit nang makita ang lamig sa mga mata ni Xander, pinili niyang manahimik. Hindi deserve ng lalaking ito ang kanyang anak. Nang walang salita, pinirmahan ni Aria ang papeles at naglaho nang parang bula. ​Pagkalipas ng Limang Taon. ​Bumalik si Aria sa bansa, hindi na bilang isang api, kundi bilang isang matagumpay at sikat na fashion designer. Ngunit ang mas ikinagulat ni Xander sa kanilang muling pagkikita ay ang batang lalaking kasama ni Aria—isang "mini-version" ni Xander na may parehong matatalim na kulay-abong mga mata. ​Nag-apoy ang galit at pag-aari sa dibdib ni Xander. "Kaninong anak ito, Aria?" mariing tanong niya habang isinasandal ang babae sa pader. ​Ngumiti lang si Aria nang may pait. "Anak ko siya, Mr. Black. At ikaw? Isa ka lang estranghero sa amin." ​Gagawin ni Xander ang lahat para bawiin ang kanyang tagapagmana, ngunit sapat ba ang yaman at kapangyarihan niya para muling makuha ang pusong dati niyang winasak? Isang bilyonaryo ang luluhod—mapatawad lang ng babaeng kaisa-isang minahal niya.

On my birthday, I personally prepare 16 dishes. After setting up the candlelight, I open a bottle of red wine. I take a photo and send it to my husband, Eric Sinclair. "I'm working late tonight. Don't wait for me," he replies. I choose to believe him. But after midnight, I notice an Instagram story posted by Shirley Huxley, his secretary. Eric was there with her, dressed in the trench coat I once gave him. They sat side by side in the VIP seat of football stadium where my favorite Super Bowl take place. Entwined in a passionate embrace, they kissed beneath a sea of shimmering lights and the roar of thousands of fans. That game is the one I have always longed to experience with him. I look down at the cold food on the table. Eric's words keep ringing in my head. "I hate kissing." "Marriage is a partnership, not about love and kisses." Though we've been married for ten years, we've never shared a single kiss. Meanwhile, he's out there, kissing Shirley openly and passionately. Despite it all, not a single tear falls from my eyes. The next day, Eric settles into his chair, completely unfazed. "Return the gallery to Shelly," he commands. I nod quietly, saying nothing. Suddenly, Layla Sinclair, my daughter, comes running down the stairs and throws herself into Shirley's arms. "Aunt Shirley, you're my favorite. I don't like Mom!" In that instant, it hits me—the home I devoted my heart and soul to means nothing anymore. It doesn't matter that I've been married to Eric for a decade. Now, all I want is to find myself again. I decide to accept an invitation from the Parisoir School of Fashion Design. From this moment on, I won't wait for them to come home, and I won't look back.