I’m Just His Wife

Unbeknownst to me, I was sitting on the floor and suddenly burst into tears. No! Why him?!

“She’s married to … to Seymour Alcantara …” a sob escaped my mouth.

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Andrea’s POV

Trust was something that I treasure so much in this world. Without that thing, I’m not here and I could have died many years ago if there was no trust existing here in this world.

One word can change everything. That word was easy to say but it comes with a lot of responsibility. Trust was a powerful word that can destroy a person or any other important thing in this world.

All I want was to do justice to the death of my family. I trusted even though it would be very difficult for me to give that to someone else. I sacrificed my own feelings just to reach it all. I killed other people just to get to the pinnacle of success even though it was still against me.

And I didn’t expect the word ‘trust’ to ruin my world. Why was that still slowly disappearing? Why am I slowly losing trust in the people around me now? Why do I feel I should be wary of people I place my trust in?

Sometimes I don’t understand everything. Why was life so unfair? I know I can’t always be happy but why was it like this? Not once did I feel the joy I had looked forward to over the years. Everything changed when my best friend left me.

He left me with no goodbyes. And when he came back I still accepted him wholeheartedly because I knew he was the only one who would help me and he was the only one who had enough strength to hold on to me. But … which of the moments we were together did he tell the truth and did he lie?

I can’t accept the possibility that he”s the person I hate so much. But I knew in myself that that was not just a possibility if not a fact.

What have I done with him just in case? Every day we were together I told him the truth and I didn’t tell him a single lie. But he? were all of his behavior, actions, and words for me true?

Gradually all sorts of things formed in my mind, the reasons he was angry with me and my family. I know I also have a little bit of guilt with him but does it really have to lead to the extreme at all?

“She’s married to … to Seymour Alcantara …” I said weakly and even before my chair landed on the floor there were arms to join me.

Without strength I turned my back and saw him. In all my downfall he has only now caught me. And in this really bad situation.

He lifted me up as he wrapped his arms around my waist. His face was serious but I could see the concern in his eyes.

“De Leon!”Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Ivan and I looked behind us at the same time and his grip on me also loosened slightly. It’s Creed a. k. a Five.

“Damn it! I watched you on the news. You made this a terrible scandal!” he said with frustration and he looked around.

“You take care of it first.” I was almost cold because of Ivan’s cold voice.

He removed his arms from my waist and went in front of me. He bent down and picked up on the floor the blue folder I had dropped earlier.

I could feel the loss of emotion on my face. I cast an evil look at Lara who was now bent over in embarrassment. Now I know that. I already know everything and they have nothing more to hide.

After Ivan got the papers and folders he turned to me. He smiled and I suddenly felt heavier because of that. His smile was different. It was feathery because of the kind of horror that smile brought.

“Everyone will pay for their debts. I promise.” he said coldly while that smile was still on his lips.

My mouth opened to speak but no voice came out of me. I just nodded and slightly turned to Laren who was looking sharply at his brother.

There was a hand out in front of me so I immediately looked up. No emotion on Ivan’s face flashed at me.

“Let’s go. Let’s escape this world full of lies just for now. At least for a moment. The two of us will just be together even if it’s against your will. Let’s escape the pain first … everything. Please?” he pleaded while still holding out his hand in front of me.

I just looked at his hand and my tears flowed. Even though I know a lot of people were around us and watching us I feel like we were the only two here in this place.

Another feeling. Why does he have such a strong effect on me … like before?

For five years I became numb and I felt nothing but anger. Even though I’m happy with what I’m showing to others, I know it’s just fake. But now … everything seems to be back to normal. It was as if my heart was back to normal. It was as if the wall I had wrapped around my heart had been torn down to make it numb to everyone.

None of my own accepted his hand and I saw the reflection of a sad smile on his lips. He pulled me closer to him and faced Creed. This time I just want to run away from everything first. I want to rest first of all.

“You take care of it first, Agoncillo. I’ll be gone in a few days.” I feel tired in his voice.

“Where were you going, Ivan?” I heard Lara ask but Ivan didn’t even look at her.

“Sure thing, De Leon. Just text me where you’re going.” Creed smiled and even remembered Ivan.

Ivan smiled tiredly. ‘thank you.” he said almost in a whisper.

He pulled my hand away and started walking. The road split for us because people who had been curious before were stepping aside. I made the wrong decision. What if I introduce myself as Andrea Steinfields to the public? I had an issue immediately involved.

We walked out of the coffee shop while my tears were still flowing. My heart could not process what I learned well and my brain memorized it.

When we got in his car he opened the front seat door and helped me sit up. And even before he could close the door I stopped him. I need to know something.

“Where will we go?” I will ask.

He took a deep breath and averted his eyes. “Realondo.” he answered sparingly.

I was barely swallowed. Realondo, the place where we usually hang out when we were just kids. Does he still remember? Or … not anymore? Because I still remember that. My Mommy often goes on vacation with Ivan’s family and they choose to go on vacation there since Ivan and I have a rest house there.

“Where was that?” I pretend to question.

He turned to me. I saw a hint of confusion on his face but he also immediately shook. “It’s just near here in Manila. It’s a small town and we have a rest house there. We’ll be there temporarily. But, if you really don’t want to be with me, you can just leave. I’ll just go there . ” he said and averted his eyes again.

“No, I want to come with you.” I shake.

He turned to me again and raised one eyebrow. “You sure?”

“Yes. I want to leave Manila for a while. I badly need a rest from everything.” I sighed and leaned back in the chair. I ‘m tired.

“Alright. We should go, then. Before the press catches up with us.” he closed the front seat door and I watched him turn into the driver’s seat.

He got in the car and sat in the driver’s seat. He started the car engine and started driving while I kept my eyes out the window.

The questions I have yet to find answers to never fade from my mind. The pain I feel was indelible and still dominates everything I feel. Myself I no longer recognize was downright debilitating. The only questions that make me feel this way were ‘why?”. Why was all this happening to me?

All the more, the pain feels so excruciating. It was as if every time I thought of him the pain increased. That even if I force myself not to believe I am still hurting.