"Earth to Beatriz Cara Ledezma Saavedra!"
I hit Lucettia's arm. "Shut up, witch. I'm not a Saavedra."
The witch giggled. "Oh, I'm sorry. You're not because you're going to be single soon, I forgot. But for now, you're still Mrs. Jazon Saavedra, the elegant, classy and party-brat wife of the God-looking male in the Philippines!" she exclaimed then laughed.
I just rolled my eyes at her remarks.
"So... I thought you two agreed to live together and act as a beloved wife and husband to each other, so what are you doing here?"
"I'm bored," I mumbled.
It's been six days since I lived with my estrange husband. And he's really strange on that said days. He's extra sweet, he always cooks for me, ask about how I spent my day every day. And every day, I woke up with a rose on my side table.
He'
