I flew back to the Philippines with a heavy heart. I tried to comfort myself. I tried so hard to keep in mind that our marriage was just an agreement or some business proposal but I just can't take it. The pain is so real, I don't even know why I'm hurting. Is it because I assume too much that Rodney loves me?
How can I be so stupid? All that he did was just a lie. How can I forgive him now? I don't know what to do anymore.
"Daniel, can we go somewhere?" I asked Daniel while we were having our dinner. It's been a week now since we got home from Las Vegas.
"Where?" he asked.
"A resto bar maybe," I suggested and he raised his eyebrows.
"Do you want us to get killed this time?" he asked me.
"No. That's why you're coming with me," I said.
"What are you thinking?" he asked. It looks
