The patient's eyes widened upon hearing Richard's accusation. She yelled back.
"What the hell is your problem?" She sat on the edge of the bed, glaring at the guy who paced back and forth.
"We're going to hell if you've been lying all this time. You knew Henry had liked you for so long and even ordained as a priest because he was too broken when we got engaged," says Richard.
"I don't know what you are talking about. And, If that's the case. Then, why would you get mad over a guy I left for you? Deal with your insecurity! Do not take it out on me!"
His words tumbled out in a rush. He replied, "I can see how you looked at each other, Khana. The way he held your hand, the concern in his eyes... It's as if you two have some sort of secret connection. I'm not insecure! I'm also a man, and I understand male behavior. I'm telling you, that priest is a wolf in sheep's clothing!"
Khana shook her head. Her voice tinged with frustration. "How dare you insult a priest?! Have some decency!"
Richard brushed his head with his fingertips and closed his eyes to control his temper because he never wished to lay a hand on his bride-to-be. Harming her physically had never crossed his mind. "You call that an insult?..." I was stating a fact here. And you! We're not even married, and you're already trying to commit adultery! Convince me that you weren't simply playing with our minds, pretending to have amnesia."
He added, "Don't lie to me, Khana. I noticed your reaction when he walked in. It was as if you were relieved to see him."
Khana gulped and wanted to scream at the top of her lungs, but she never did. She casually brushed off the conversation. "Richard, I've been through a traumatic experience. If you have nothing good to say, it's better to leave this room now."
Richard's voice rises with agitation. He replied, "But that's just it, Khana! I don't think you have been completely honest with me about your memory loss. I think you're using this whole situation as an excuse to get closer to Henry."
Khana stood up, her voice trembling with indignation. She pointed her finger at him and exclaimed, "How dare you accuse me of something like that! I've been struggling to remember the simplest things, and you think I'm faking it?"
Richard's voice softened slightly, but it still carried a tone of doubt. "I don't know what to think anymore, Khana. I just... I can't shake this feeling that something isn't right."
Silence descends upon the room, the weight of Richard's accusation hanging heavily in the air.
Richard took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say to break the silence. "It's about Henry," he began, his words tumbling out in a rush. "I don't trust him, Khana. I think he is taking advantage of our situation. I might have wronged you. I apologize."
"I think he's manipulating you, Khana," Richard continued, his words growing more frantic with each passing moment. "Using your memory loss as an excuse to get close to you. To... to control you."
Khana was filled with a storm in her heart. She can't even look him in the eyes. She simply stared out the window, watching the weather shift from sunny to gloomy. Then, she continued to scratch the back of her hand.
"Having this conversation made me think if you can't trust me, Richard. Then perhaps we don't have a future together."
Her words hung in the air, heavy and laden with unspoken implications. Richard felt as if a bomb dropped into his chest, the shock reverberating through every fiber of his being. He searched Khana's eyes for any sign that this was all a misunderstanding or a cruel trick of fate, but her gaze remained steady, filled with a resolve he had never seen before.
"What do you mean?" Richard asked, his voice barely above a whisper, though the turmoil within him screamed louder than any words could convey.
Khana took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly as she reached out to the guy walking on the eggshell, trying to keep the tears from escaping. "Trust is the foundation of any relationship, Richard."
She stared out the window, gazing into the distance. Then, casually said, "If you doubt me now, what hope do we have for the future?"
Richard's mind raced as he tried to make sense of Khana's words. Trust had never been an issue between them—or so he had thought. But now, confronted with Khana's doubts, he couldn't help but question everything he thought he knew. He was reflecting on the fact that the argument he had raised was too shallow. He was questioning himself to see if he was too shallow.
"Khana, please," Richard pleaded, his heart pounding in his chest. "I trust you. I love you. I'll do whatever it takes to make this right. I know you are upset, but you can't doubt this heart of mine."
But Khana shook her head, her eyes glistening with tears she hadn't yet shed. "It's not just about trust, Richard. It's about us. About who we are together." She paused for a moment to take a deep breath. "And right now, I'm unsure if that's enough," she added.
The weight of her words hung between them, creating a suffocating silence. Richard wanted to reach out to her, to hold her close, and never let her go. He was hesitant to sit next to her. He felt guilty for starting an argument. Such was the unexpected ending of an argument he had never seen coming.
"So what are you saying?" Richard asked, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his own heart. Deep down, he wished not to hear the word he had already concluded in his mind. He hoped that she would never break up with him.
Khana took a deep breath, preparing for what she was about to say. "I'm saying that we should end this now. I don't want to get married anymore."
But Khana shook her head, her eyes glistening with tears she hadn't yet shed. "It's not just about trust, Richard. It's about us. About who we are together." She paused for a moment to take a deep breath. "And right now, I'm unsure if that's enough," she added.The weight of her words hung between them, creating a suffocating silence. Richard wanted to reach out to her, to hold her close, and never let her go. He was hesitant to sit next to her. He felt guilty for starting an argument. Such was the unexpected ending of an argument he had never seen coming."So what are you saying?" Richard asked, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his own heart. Deep down, he wished not to hear the word he had already concluded in his mind. He hoped that she would never break up with him.Khana took a deep breath, preparing for what she was about to say. "I'm saying that we should end this now. I don't want to get married anymore."Richard knelt and pleaded. He grasped the hem of Khana's w
After a week of being confined to the hospital ward, Khana was finally discharged. Richard was there, waiting anxiously outside her room, his heart pounding with hope and fear. The lady's groom-to-be was determined to win her back, to convince her that their love was real, even if she couldn't remember it.Richard's heart skipped a beat when he noticed Khana emerged from the ward, supported by a nurse. It is no surprise she looked fragile and lost, her eyes clouded with confusion, yet he refused to let doubt creep in. He stepped forward, offering her a reassuring smile as he reached out to take her hand. Then, Richard kissed the back of her hand, even though he felt her wanting to pull her hand back."Khana," he said softly, his voice trembling with emotion. "I'm so glad you're okay."Khana nodded weakly, her gaze drifting away as if she couldn't bear to meet his eyes. Richard's heart sank at the sight, but he pushed aside his own pain and tried once more to get her attention."Khana
Richard stirred in the kitchen, the aroma of freshly cooked pancakes and brewed coffee wafting through the air. It was a special morning for him, as he was preparing breakfast in bed for Khana, his fiancée. He meticulously arranged the tray with her favorite foods, hoping to bring a smile to her face and perhaps rekindle some memories of their happier times together. As he carefully carried the tray to their bedroom, he couldn't shake off the feeling of uncertainty gnawing at him. He set the tray down on the bedside table, the anticipation building within him. Would this gesture be enough to bridge the growing gap between them? He couldn't help but feel a twinge of nervousness. Would Khana like it? Would it bring back fond memories for her? He pushed the doubts aside, focusing instead on his love for her and his hope that today would be a turning point for their relationship.Khana stirred from her slumber, her eyes fluttering open to see Richard standing by the bed with a hopeful
Khana's gaze flickered for a moment before she responded, her tone tinged with sadness. "The church where it all began," she said softly.Richard's heart sank as he realized the significance of her words. Memories flooded his mind, both sweet and bitter, of their journey together. But overshadowing it all was the image of the sinister priest, Henry, whom he suspected Khana had grown too fond of. Despite his mounting fears, Richard forced himself to remain calm. He knew he had to confront his suspicions head-on, but the thought filled him with dread."I'm just telling you. I don't need your help. I want to go there on my own feet."Richard was torn between forbidding her to go there or letting her go, but dragging himself to where she wanted to go. He sighed and replied, "I'll go with you. No more buts. I need to look after you."'I need to look after both of you and tear you apart, slowly yet surely,' he mumbled to himself."Wait here. I'll go ahead and wear appropriate clothes before
Henry, the priest, stood near the altar. As his gaze swept over the shadowy landscape, he caught sight of a figure approaching. He noticed a silhouette of a lady entering the dimly lit church. A lady was wearing a flowy red maxi dress paired with white flat sandals; such a silhouette was quite familiar to him. He squinted to confirm the identity of the lady, which turned out to be Khana, the woman whose unexpected presence both bewildered and alarmed him. With each step she took towards him, his confusion deepened, mingling with a sense of foreboding.His heart was heavy with concern and apprehension. The night air was thick with an uneasy stillness, broken only by the distant hoot of an owl. He thought the guy who warned him in the confession room would have followed the lady. His thoughts were consumed by the anxiety of Richard's imminent arrival, and the havoc it could wreak upon the tranquility of the night. The priest knew trouble may come whenever the lady came near the church
Khana led him to the long wood bench on the first row, left corner, next to the aisle. The priest was seated on the bench as the lady pushed him without breaking the kiss. Even if he closed his eyes, her captivating eyes and soft lips still flashed in his mind as he stuck his tongue in her ips.His whole body is burning... It felt like electricity entered their whole body and ran wild to ignite. Suddenly, a loud knock on the door awakened Henry. When he opened his eyes, he was sweating, and his heart was beating crazy. Then, he breathed a sigh of relief upon realizing, what had happened was just part of the sinful dream. He stood and grabbed the doorknob to see who was on the other side of the door. "Good morning, Trevor," says Fr. Henry."Good morning, Father. Sorry for interrupting your peaceful sleep. I only want to remind you of your schedule today," says Trevor, a novice priest.Fr. Henry nodded and smiled."The school of Saint Belminde had requested a mass to welcome the exch
Khana is one of the sponsors of the scholarship launched for Senior high school courses at Saint Bemilde. Thus, it is no surprise the lady had been invited to the mass offered for the opening of the school calendar. She wore a dreamy oceanic like dress, paired with a white stiletto."It must be fate doing it again. Who would have thought that he'll be there," Khana murmured while looking at the guy ascending the stairs to the mini stage.Khana can't help falling in love deeply into the beauty at the stage who is currently the center of attention of the masses. On the other hand, she also falls into despair as soon as the feeling of guilt of having romantic feelings for a man who dedicates his life to serve the church had knocked her head. She knew that Henry would not give in to her, he simply cannot be hers. Khana smiled sweetly at the priest when their eyes locked but they looked away. Seeing how he ignored breaks her heart. The lady asked herself how can he be so merciless? She r
Richard's heart raced with anticipation as Khana agreed to go on a date with him. He had invested so much effort into arranging this before his urgent trip to China that he had no choice but to return to his hometown to fix the deficit project their company was facing, and now, finally, they were spending time together. As Richard and Khana sat across from each other at a quaint cafe, the atmosphere was warm, but Khana's mind was far from the pleasant surroundings. He couldn't help but steal glances at Khana, trying to decipher her mood. He kept looking at her, trying to read her mood. Richard hesitated to ask the lady to leave the country and be wherever he was. He's too afraid to trigger her irritation because she might walk away and refuse to open her heart. The gentleman wants to open her heart slowly but surely. He will never give up until she falls for him.Khana, on the other hand, viewed this outing purely as a friendly hangout. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, unable to