Shopping Sprees

I was setting up a weekend shopping list on the tablet my husband had just replaced for our home system. A notification popped up. He had forgotten to log out of a shared, encrypted family calendar— one I didn’t recognize. There was only one unfamiliar profile photo. I tapped it. A list titled “My Little Princess – Personal Notes” filled the screen. My Little Princess doesn’t drink alcohol—only mineral water or herbal tea. No late nights. She needs absolute quiet to sleep. She gets anxious easily—keep fresh white lilies in the house and her favorite vanilla chocolates on hand. I scrolled slowly, my expression unreadable. The final entry was bolded. Highlighted. “Next Wednesday: take my Little Princess to choose her wedding crown.” I closed the screen. Then I picked up my phone and called my husband. “Love,” I said gently. “Does your Little Princess prefer a classic European bridal crown… or something more traditional? I thought I could help you choose.”

EXTRA! ETRA! The notorious Black Widow has struck again! No less than hotshot, playboy, billionaire, Damian Aidan McLaren as her latest prey.” Twenty-two-year-old Samantha Kingsley-Cameron withdrew from society and lived in solitary when her husband passed away. Scorned by the lot due to marrying a man old enough to be her grandfather, Sam decided to live the rest of her life in peace. Or so she had hoped until she received a meeting invitation from the famous shopping mall King. When Damian finally got to meet Samantha, he became instantly drawn to her despite the contempt and disgust he had for her. He will make sure that the enigmatic woman will be the one falling into his web especially when she unconsciously showed her strength. Sparks fly as two complete opposites butted heads. Damian vowed to conquer the woman and he doesn’t give a damn if he will be seducing Sam to his bed and make her fall in love with him to get what he wants. However, he wasn’t prepared discovering Samantha’s long and deepest secret. And, what happens when Samantha gets to unearth his own secrets as well?

At the wedding banquet, my fiancé arrived late with his first love in a best man's outfit, while the groom's suit was thrown on the sofa in a mess. "Quentin, today is our wedding..." "Natalie!" Quentin interrupted me sharply, his eyes full of warnings. "I think you should know what to say and what not to say. Be accommodating and don't make me hate you." I laughed bitterly. Just because Quentin's first love lost her memory, everyone was playing a game of finding memories with her, so we had to hide it from her and coax her, and not overwhelm her. In order to comfort me, Quentin came forward and hugged me, and whispered in my ear, "Nat, you can understand me, right?" I nodded to show my understanding, turned around, and took the hand of the real best man to join in holy matrimony. Later, when I was shopping in the mall while pregnat, he stopped me with tears in his eyes: "Nat, we were all acting, weren't we? How did you get pregnant?"

Michaela Ferguson had tears streaming on her face and she had blood in the corner of her lips. She shook her head and replied, “It wasn’t me. When I arrived at Shalom shopping mall, your mistress was already injured.” Her husband, Thorne Ferguson didn’t believe her and said, “Pray that Paula will not die because should she die, I will bury you and your family alive.” Then he pushed her hard, and Michaela staggered and fell to the ground. Michaela was in a sorry state. She cursed the day she first met Thorne Ferguson. She had been nothing but a good wife to him. However, her husband had been cold and cruel towards her. Her heart was overwhelmed with bitterness. Thorne looked at his wife with icy-cold eyes and said sternly, “I will never forgive you for touching the love of my life. Paula is my bottom line. I will make sure that you get a life sentence. Please pray hard for her not to die, because should she die I don’t know what I will do to you and your family.”

Demi Papa, itu saja. Karena di dunia ini aku hanya punya Papa. Baik sebelum Mama meninggal atau sesudahnya. Karena, ya, apa yang bisa kudapatkan dari seorang mama yang selalu mementingkan dirinya sendiri? Setiap hari, dunia ini terlalu sempit bagi Mama sehingga Papa dan aku nggak lebih berarti dari pada semua kegiatan arisan, shopping dan media sosialnya. Sekarang, sudah hampir lima tahun aku menjadi boneka---istri imitasi---Kenzy. Pria dewasa yang hampir separuh usianya habis untuk foya-foya dengan fatamorgana. Bukan hanya itu, dia juga nyaris meregang nyawa karena terlalu banyak mengkonsumsi obat-obatan terlarang. Apakah aku bahagia? Apakah aku tidak menyesal karena telah melewatkan dan mengorbankan indahnya masa remaja? Apakah aku tidak ingin pergi dari kehidupan Kenzy yang semakin parah? Entah, aku tidak tahu! Hanya satu yang aku ketahui, Papa bisa tersenyum bahagia di atas kursi putar empuknya. Itu saja.

I was on a business trip out of town when I got a text from my neighbor. [Can you and your husband keep it down? Also, one of your undies fell onto my balcony.] Shocked, I opened the photo she had sent. The underwear wasn't even my style, but it matched the one I'd seen in my husband's online shopping cart. He'd told me it was a gift for me, but I remember noticing the size—it was one size larger than mine. When confronted with the neighbor's message, my husband swore that the house must've been broken into and claimed the intruder left the item behind. But something about his story didn't sit right, so I decided to dig further. That was when I stumbled upon his social media. His latest post was just three words. [I bought this.] It was paired with a photo of a lingerie gift set. Beneath it, there was a comment. [I'm wearing it.] Attached was a picture of a woman's legs—and the unmistakable background of my living room. The evidence was undeniable. I packed up the underwear and brought it straight to the police. "My husband says our house was broken into. This was left behind by the intruder, and it might have DNA on it."

For over thirty years, my wife Janet faked being broke—for her flimsy ex. When our son Asher landed in the hospital, I begged and borrowed from everyone I knew. Still came up fifty bucks short. Janet? Said she was tapped out. So my mom sold off her own meds to cover the bill—never told me. She died without treatment. I handled my mom's funeral alone. When I went to pick up Asher from the hospital, I found a stash of Janet's old shopping receipts. Custom suits. Million-dollar watches. A damn private jet. I grabbed them and stormed off to confront her. Asher cut me off. "Dad, Mr. Sackett's sick. Mom's just helping him out. Why are you freaking out?" I stared at the kid who only lived because my mom died. It felt like something cracked inside me. Janet barely looked up. "Connor's educated. He deserves the finer things. Unlike you—crying over fifty bucks like some househusband. See? I didn't give you the money, and Asher's fine." Fine. If that's how they see it, I'm done with this family.

I grew up abroad. My mother feared I might marry a foreign man, so she arranged an engagement for me with a talented and handsome man in Flodon. She insisted that I return home to get engaged. I came back and started shopping for an engagement dress at a luxury boutique. I selected an off-white strapless gown and decided to try it on. Suddenly, a woman nearby glanced at the dress in my hand and told the saleswoman, “That’s a unique design. Let me try it.” The saleswoman immediately yanked it out of my hands. I protested indignantly, “Excuse me, I was here first. Don’t you understand the principle of ‘first come, first served’? Or do you just not care about common decency?” The woman scoffed and retorted, “This dress costs $188,000. Do you really think a broke nobody like you can even afford it? “I’m Lucas Goodwin’s sister in all but blood. He’s the chairman of Goodwin’s Group. In Flodon, the Goodwin family sets the rules.” What a coincidence! Lucas Goodwin was my fiance! I immediately called him and said, “Hey, your ‘sister in all but blood’ just stole my engagement dress. Do something about it.”

After five miscarriages, I seek out a doctor to ask why I can't carry my babies to term. However, I overhear his conversation with my husband when I'm at the door. "The abortion medication you've prescribed is quite effective—she's already had five miscarriages. When can you do a hysterectomy? I can't let Adrianna have my child. "Oh, and give me something to keep a mother and baby safe. Monica is pregnant with my child; I have to make sure she gives birth to a healthy baby." The doctor says, "Adrianna's health has deteriorated over the years, though. It's highly likely she'll never have children." Reynold Scott scoffs indifferently. "So what? It's precisely because I don't want her to have children that I've been making her miscarry! Look, let's end this here. I need to accompany Monica on a shopping spree for the baby." I feel cold all over when I hear this. It turns out the love I've been defending is nothing but a joke.

Hindi sinipot si Jheanne Estofa ng long-time-boyfriend niyang si Hugo Makatarungan sa araw mismo ng kanilang kasal. Pinagpalit siya nito sa bestfriend niyang si Jana Salvacion.  With her wedding dress, ruined makeup and bleeding heart, she left the Church to a shopping mall just to escape the pain for a while.     Until she banged this big man beggar on the sidewalk the night she decided to go home.  Ang pulubi ay matangkad, matikas ang pangangatawan at guwapo, ngunit walang kasing baho! Sa hindi malamang kadahilanan ay kinaladkad niya ang pulubi at dinala sa kanyang condo. Pinaliguan, pinakain at binigyan ng pangalan.  ‘Ubi’  is short for pulubi. And because she wanted to take revenge on his ex-boyfriend, she used the beggar as her fiancé—para ipamukha sa ex-boyfriend niyang si Hugo na kaya niya rin gawin ang ginawa nito sa kanya. But soon, Jheanne found herself in love with Ubi.  At kung kailan natutunan na niya itong mahalin ay saka naman ito biglang nawala. At nang muli silang magkita ay hindi na siya kilala ni Ubi.