Judith's pov. The past two weeks in New York had been wonderful, thanks to my dad. He made my visit so special and memorable. I didn't want to leave him and go back home. It was hard to say goodbye to him, knowing that I wouldn't see him for a while. My dad and I had such a wonderful time in New York, and it was hard to say goodbye. My father had insisted that I get my own car and apartment in the Philippines when I returned, but I didn't want to take advantage of his generosity. He was persistent in his insistence, I finally agreed to get a car but refused to move out of my current place since I wouldn't want to be apart from Amihan and I didn't want to be beholden to him any more than I already was.The knowledge that my car was waiting for me in the Philippines was a constant reminder of how lucky I was to have my father in my life. He had always been generous and supportive, and I felt incredibly grateful for his love and care. No matter what happened in my life, I knew I could
Amihan's pov. As I saw Judith walking towards the airport waiting room, I felt a rush of excitement and happiness. We ran towards each other and embraced in a tight hug, like two long-lost friends who had finally been reunited. It was a moment of pure joy and connection. We stood there for a moment, just holding each other and taking in the moment. It felt like time had stopped, and we were the only two people in the world. We were so happy to be reunited after two weeks, and it was clear that our friendship was as strong as ever. I was shocked to see You won't believe how much Judith has changed since you've been away! She's glowing, and she looks more beautiful than ever. There's something different about her, and it's not just her new hairstyle or clothes. It's something deeper, something that radiates from within."You look stunning, bes," I exclaimed as she twirled around to show me her new look. She was glowing with confidence and self-assurance, and it suited her so well.
Judith's POV, I can't imagine driving without Amihan by my side. She's been such a constant presence in my life, and it's hard to imagine being on the steering without her. I've gotten so used to having her with me in the car, that it's difficult to imagine what it would be like to be on the road without her and our unending gist. On that Monday morning, I raced out of the house, frantically trying to catch up to Amihan's car as she was about to leave for work. I called out to her, waving my arms and trying to get her attention. But she was already pulling out of the driveway, and I was almost too late. Amihan had assumed I would be driving my car that morning, and so she didn't wait for me after breakfast. As I approached her car, Amihan looked at me with a puzzled expression. 'Why aren't you using your ride?' she asked. I sighed and pouted my lips, trying to think of an explanation.I gave her a sheepish grin, "I'd never miss our morning chats - they're one of the best parts of m
Maxwell's pov. With the way Judith smiled at me and looked excited when I walked into the hall that morning I knew nothing had changed. It was apparent I had a big issue at hand, and hoped I could fix it before it was too late. After the dinner my mother and Judith had together, it was clear that her feelings for me had only grown stronger. I knew that whatever they had discussed must have led to all of these. I felt overwhelmed by the stress and worry of the situation.When I first saw her that morning, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I was glad she was back, and I needed to have a serious talk with her to clear the air.I had purposely ignored her messages, hoping that it would make her realize that I wasn't interested in her. Yet, instead of understanding my silence, she seemed to interpret it as a sign of my affection. It was time to clear up the misunderstandingIt was alarming to see how differently Judith was behaving towards me. This wasn't the strong, independent lady
Maxwell's POV, After Judith left, I felt dazed and overwhelmed with guilt. I knew she didn't deserve to be treated that way, and I wished I could find the right words to tell her how sorry I was for everything that had happened. I thought about going after her, but I knew it would only make her more upset. I didn't want to create a scene in the office or make the situation any worse than it already was. While we spoke in the canteen, I noticed that some of my coworkers were trying to eavesdrop on our conversation. They must have noticed that Judith was tense and were curious about what was going on. To try to calm the situation, I spoke in a low voice, hoping that no one else would hear what we were saying. The thought of Judith finding out that the woman I love is her best friend Amihan, and that I've chosen Amihan over her, fills me with dread. Would that make Judith finally let go and forgive me? What if it only made her hate me even more? I doubt Amihan would want to have anyt
Victoria's Pov, Since Judith's visit, her image has been stuck in my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about her and the similarities between us. She brought back memories of my younger self, when, as the only daughter, all I wanted was at my beck and call, I felt like the world revolved around me, and that nothing was ever difficult or out of reach. My whole world changed after my parent's demise and my brothers took control of the family property. It was a time of turmoil and uncertainty, as I struggled to adapt to the new reality and chart a course for the future. I felt overwhelmed and disoriented, unsure of what to do next. Marrying Raymond, who showered me with care and generosity, was one of the wisest choices I ever made. He was a source of comfort and stability, provided for all my needs, and made me feel safe and secure. He made me feel loved and protected, just like my parents had when they were alive. After his passing, life felt much harder and lonelier, especially with o
Amihan's POV, When I saw Judith emerge from the company building fifteen minutes after I arrived at the parking lot, it was immediately apparent that something was wrong. Her eyes were red and puffy as if she had been crying. I got out of my car and approached her, my heart pounding with worries. “What's wrong, my dear?” I asked with concern, and she nodded, her eyes filling with tears once again. “Let's get in the car,” she said in a calm but tremulous voice, “I would rather not create a scene — my colleagues are coming out soon.”What happened?” I asked, my voice betraying my growing impatience and anxiety. I was ready to take on whoever had done this to her, be it a colleague or even the CEO himself. Judith was one person I wouldn't let anyone hurt. “It's my annoying colleague,” she said, her voice trembling as she struggled to hold back her tears. “What did he do?” I inquired, my curiosity growing stronger with every passing second. “I was blinded by my naïveté, believing t
Amihan's POV, As I walked into Anwil's premises on that sunny Tuesday afternoon, I noticed that something was off. The usually bustling office complex was eerily quiet, with hardly any people in sight. The atmosphere was one of stillness, as if time had stood still.The Company's complex was a far cry from the bustling hive of activity that it used to be when my parents were in charge. Now, it was as if the life had been sucked out of the building, leaving behind only an empty shell. “Hello, Miss Amihan,” Dalisay's secretary greeted me with a warm smile. “Hello,” I replied, returning her smile.“Mrs. Karl asked me to escort you to her office as soon as you arrived, since the other board members have not yet arrived for the meeting,” the secretary said, gesturing for me to follow her. Earlier that day, I called Dalisay to inquire about the date of the next board meeting, and I was relieved to learn that it was scheduled for the afternoon. “Hello, Mrs. Karl,” I greeted with a feign