Lizzie's POV . Silly as it is, but here I am, standing in front of the rotating entrance of the EL Del Real building. I can't believe I came here because I felt doubtful of someone. Or let me say. I felt jealous! Should I step back and go home? Or should I continue my fight? "What the hell am I doing to myself?" I silently whispered and turned around. I sauntered to where my car was parked and entered the car as if nothing had happened. It's only for work, Lizzie! I remind myself as I start the ignition and step on the accelerator. I got home early, unhappy with my decision. It's lonely when it's only me inside our massive house. The gardener kept the place tidy outside, and Miss Choco kept the area clean without dust. She does it once a week, every Friday morning. I sigh and walk towards the elegant classic kitchen—the white and black blended beautifully like an art. This is Elizalde's design. He loves the kitchen area more than I am. I'm not fussy when it comes to the kitchen
Elizalde's POV . Damn it. I'm feeling disoriented and a bit unwell. I had too much to drink and didn't anticipate this outcome. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to excuse myself earlier. The meeting was supposed to be brief, but it turned into an enjoyable dinner with the board members and investors. Emily did an excellent job managing the paperwork and minutes, as I didn't bring any of my secretaries with me. Unfortunately, Don was unavailable due to prior commitments. I planned to inform Lizzie that I'll be home late tonight, but Kent initiated a fun game where we couldn't use our phones and had to put them in a basket on the table. So, though I was having a good time, I was worried about Lizzie and hoped she was not too concerned about me. I exited the men's toilet, and most employees were heading off. They're all going home. "Let's go for a round two, Elizalde. There's a nice private place not far from here. We can sing and dance and drink all night long." Kent looped his hand a
Elizalde's POV . After thanking the cab driver, I closed the car door and took a deep breath, watching as the vehicle drove away. The surroundings were bright, thanks to the solar post that provided ample lighting on all footpaths in the front yard. As I stepped towards the house, my heart began to pound with anticipation, wondering if Lizzie was still awake. Upon entering the house, I couldn't help but feel a sudden loneliness in the air, which made me feel guilty. I realized I had contributed to this mess by not being considerate enough to message her beforehand. I should have known better. As I entered the kitchen, I noticed that the light was on along with the hallway. I washed my hands before examining the cooking pans that were out to dry. I couldn't help but furrow my brows in confusion. Did my wife cook something and wash them by hand instead of using the dishwasher? As I opened the fridge, I noticed the food container and realized that this had happened twice tonight -
Lizzie's POV . Although I attempted to remain composed and pretend to be happy, I reached my breaking point. I feel the urge to express my anger towards him. At present, I have no intention of cooking a meal for him. He can make a do sandwich with cold cuts of meat, which is no concern to me. I had initially prepared the food affectionately, envisioning how much he would enjoy it. But the hell, it was Emily who ate all the food and not him? What a load of crap! I swallowed hard when I heard his car getting into our driveway. I kept my pace, back and forth. Both of my hands were on my hips, and I was thinking of what to say to him first. As the door opened, my heart skipped when I saw him with a bouquet of roses. His smile was warm and welcoming, and I couldn't help but feel dazed by his presence. Shit. I swore in the back of my mind, and my lips parted when I saw the bundle of a thick bouquet of roses he was holding. He looks dashing, like a perfect prince, so masculine and mou
Elizalde’s POV . How the hell will I explain to her everything? Damn it. “I don’t know what’s happening, Elizalde. Did Emily stay at the penthouse? You know that Lizzie visits there now, right? She even left some food for you the other day.” I stopped pacing and met Don’s gaze with a sense of frustration. I’m at my wit’s end and don’t know what to do. Despite my repeated attempts to contact Lizzie, she never answered my calls. And now, her phone is not even ringing. I know she’s not home because I’m here with Don, and we are at home. “It’s my fault, and I know that. I only found out that she was visiting the penthouse the other day, and that was the time when Emily dropped me off because I could no longer drive. . . I got drunk, but nothing happened, Don. I swear. I left Emily there, and I got home. The next morning I woke up early and went to the penthouse before coming to work. Emily was no longer there when I got there, Don. So I grabbed the food containers inside the fridge,
Lizzie’s POV . I’m pregnant, and I can’t believe it! No wonder I’ve been feeling off for these past few days. I quickly get angry with Elizalde. I hate him at times, but I miss him a lot. I crave something sweet and get tired quickly. I felt excited when Dr Martina told me about the result this morning, but simultaneously scared. “When are you going to tell him about this?” Emma spoke behind me. I twisted my lips while eating my chocolate buns and looking at Elizalde in the distance. He’s been following us the whole day like a dog. I don’t want to look at him. My blood rose every time our eyes met. He gets on my nerves easily whenever I think of the bitch Emily. “Let him suffer. He deserves it,” I answered and looked away. “Aren’t you going home tonight to your house? You are not comfortable in my bed, Lizzie. So I will sleep on the floor tonight with my extra mattress on. That will help your sickness. You don’t like my perfumes too.” One of her eyebrows rose. I started vomitin
Elizalde's POV . "Thanks, Don. I will see you tomorrow. I will get back inside before she notices I'm not around. I don't want her to think of anything else tonight. I've been persuading her since yesterday, and she just got home tonight." "That's good news, Elizalde. Glad to hear that Lizzie is back. Take care of her, man." "No worries. See you tomorrow, Don." I ended the call and looked back at the door behind me. I will check how's Lizzie doing. I have prepared a lot for her inside. I made sure that the maids prepared all the things that she liked. I even ordered and arranged flowers for her. I have finally resolved my problems with Emily and take full responsibility for my actions. The current concern is trust, and I hope Lizze will allow me to explain myself. I understand that I made mistakes and must demonstrate my sincerity and remorse. However, I should have been more aware of my behaviour. Upon entering the house, Nancy, one of the housekeepers, greeted me with a smile
Lizzie’s POV . “Stop crying, Lizzie! You know that it’s not good for you!” Emma’s voice rose behind me, and I stopped. I feel frustrated with the current situation. Yet, despite the setbacks, I am persevering. I had trusted Elizalde’s sincerity and hoped for change, but it seems like my vision is the only one that aligns with my goals. “Lizzie, listen to me.” Emma sat down beside me and looked at me seriously. I wiped my tears and pressed my lips together. Our eyes locked, and how she looked at me told me something different. “Can you be honest with me? I want to know something.” I nodded weakly. I have no energy left, and my heart is hurting again. I only have one person that I can rely on in everything when it comes to this. It is only her... Emma. “Was Elizalde the father of. . .” she paused. She couldn’t finish her words. “Y-Yes,” I answered and face down. “Shit.” She swore in silence, enough for me to hear it. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” She sighed. “Did Elizalde knows a