Growing up, I never harbored a grudge against my parents, especially my mother who left me in the orphanage. I didn't get angry and I didn't blame them for why they didn't like me, because how am I going to miss and hate on people I haven't even met? Especially the one who is pregnant with mom. And because of thatmaybe I was happy and satisfied at the orphanage somehow. Another thing is that Sister Sicily made me understand the value of forgiveness, the understanding of the situation of our children who were left in the orphanage. She also told me that my mother sure loves me enough to leave me in the orphanage. Because if he really didn't care about me, maybe they would have just thrown me somewhere.While thinking, I tried to feel the pain when they left me. I tried to search my heart for anger, but there was none. I am not being bitter, I am just being true. It's not like Steven left me. Him divorcing me feels like my life is slowly being taken away from my body. That big part of

I slammed the door closed.Weakly I leaned against the back of the door and slid down to sit, running my palms over my face, while I felt like I was going crazy with everything that was happening in my life.Damn you, Steven Oxford!I forcefully dragged my feet up and threw myself to the bed. I really feel sick and that argument with my husband makes me more ill.I decided to just sleep it off, but before I could close my eyes, I was suddenly thrown back on the bed by a series of determined knocks on the door of this room.I reluctantly got up and headed for the door. If it is Steven, I am really going to give him a good punch in the face.I twisted the doorknob to open, very ready to lash out at my husband, I mean soon-to-be ex husband, but my heart quickly melted finding our son instead, yawning while hugging his favorite teddy bear.I sat next to him."Why aren't you asleep yet, mmm? Do you need something from Mommy?" I asked, tucking the loose strands of his hair behind his ear."

Tears began to stream down my cheeks while Steven was kissing me. For a moment, I felt lost in his lips as I am slowly reminded of all the make-love we shared inside this bathroom. Every corner of it has memories of us, here in the sink, on the cold tiled floor, in the bathtub, in the flusher, and under the shower.Our love was so intense, intimate, and burning. We were so in love, very much in love and it hurts that, that fire eventually turned to ice, making me feel cold and slowly freezing me to death.He held my jaw while pressing a kiss on my lips, his lips so warm, his kisses so passionate as he tastes every corner of my mouth while pressing his body more to me. While I continued to cry. I wanted to kiss him back, to feel him, to make love to him again like how we usually do. But thinking about his lips that kissed another lips, Emery's lips,my best friend's lips, makes me want to vomit.My stomach turned cold at the sudden memory of him and what they might have done. I feel di

I shook my head and simply glanced at Steven, looked around and looked for what Zellor was saying that he and Gabriel looked alike.Steven has deep set of brown eyes, aristocratic nose which he inherited from Papa, sharp and chiseled jawline covered with stubbles and naturally red lips suited for a perfect gentleman.Actually, he has all the hard features, fit body, muscles and all, except for his eyes which are the only gentle part of his body and the one I like the most.While Gabriel is softer looking. His height is just right unlike my husband, who I assumed is estimated to be six foot or more. There is no pushover who is also handsome,but Steven, I cannot put it to words.There is a slight resemblance, yes, but if Gabriel is compared to Mama Alora, I can say that they are more alike, their chinky eyes look like they were smiling all the time. But other than that, I can't seem to see anything else. I don't know how Zellor said that. But I can't blame him because at a glance they

I quickly recalled the last time I saw Steven angry like this before. His eyeballs are almost black in color, jaw very sharp and very ready to cut anything. I cringed so hard when I remembered that one time he almost beat up a guy at a party because he tried to grab me by the waist and struggled during a dance.I swallowed past a dry throat. Worried that Steven might do the same thing to Gabriel, I quickly put my palms on the floor to lift myself from running into him.And I don't understand. What I know is that I'm not doing anything wrong, but the way he's looking at us now is as if he's caught me turning left.Steven Oxford, you are different! You are the guilty one! So what do those looks mean, huh? Gabriel helped me stand up.He held my waist tightly and then lifted me up with all his might. When I am finally on my feet again, he stood up and I was even more surprised when he suddenly reached the end of my dress and shook off the flour that stuck to it.I was shocked when he then