Maxwell's POV, The slap echoed through the air, the sound ricocheting off the walls and reverberating in my ear. I felt the sting on my cheek, a burning sensation that quickly turned to a dull ache. I looked up at her, my mouth agape in shock and disbelief. Some of our coworkers who had seen what happened were whispering and pointing, and I felt the blood rush to my face in embarrassment. I had never been hit before, not even by my parents as a child. But as I looked at her, I knew I was to blame for her actions. I had hurt her, and now I had to try to make it right.I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. What could I possibly say to make this better? How could I explain what had happened, when I barely understood it myself? I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart and clear my head, "I'm so sorry," I finally managed to say, my voice barely a whisper, "I never meant to hurt you." I looked at her, pleading with my eyes for forgiveness. But her expression rem
Judith's POV, The fact that Maxwell didn't deny his love for Amihan left me feeling deeply betrayed. It seemed that he had intentionally used me as a means to an end - to get his family business back on track. The thought that I had been used in such a cold and calculating way left me feeling deeply hurt and angry. I was left wondering how I could have been so blind to his true intentions.As I reflected on the situation, I realized that there had been several red flags that I had ignored. There had been subtle signs that something was not quite right, but I had been too blinded by my desires to see them. Even with how I threatened to bring down his family company, Maxwell seemed unfazed. It was as if he didn't care about the consequences of my actions or the potential damage to his reputation and legacy. It was a startling realization, and it made me question everything I thought I knew about him.I had always assumed that he was driven by a desire for power and success, but thi
Maxwell's POV, I was startled the moment I opened the door to find Judith standing on my doorstep, How did she even know my apartment? I have never invited her over. It was obvious she had secretly followed Amihan but this was the least of my worries right now. "What are you doing here?" I asked, already anticipating the answer to be something I wouldn't want to hear."We need to talk," she replied, the tremble in her voice betraying her distress. I felt a knot forming in my stomach. "Can this wait until tomorrow? Amihan is here," I whispered, hoping to delay the inevitable. But my request only seemed to aggravate her further."No, it can't wait," she said emphatically, her voice rising in volume. "This is about you putting Amihan above me, about you protecting her and leaving me in the dust. I deserve better than that." She said furiously. before I could reply, she continued, her tone laced with anger and hurt."I'm tired of being second best, of being left out in the cold. It
Amihan's POV, As I luxuriated in the warm water of the bath, I could hear muffled voices coming from the front door. I strained to make out the words, but they were too indistinct to understand. But as the conversation continued, I could tell by the tone that it was an argument. I wondered who Maxwell was talking to, and what they were arguing about. The thought that I might be interrupting a private conversation crossed my mind, but the possibility that someone was in distress pushed that thought aside. My mind was reeling as I stepped out of the bathroom and made my way towards the front door where Maxwell was expecting to see his Neighbour or a stranger, To my astonishment, it was none other than my best friend, Judith. My brain raced to make sense of the situation, but I was at a loss. Had something happened to her? How did she know Maxwell's place? Were the whispers I heard the sound of an argument, or perhaps it was just the water from the shower echoing in the bathroom? Ev
Judith's POV.As I got into my car, I couldn't hold back the tears that welled up in my eyes. I felt like a fool like I had put on a facade just to impress Maxwell and Amihan. As I noticed Amihan approaching, I started the car and sped away, not knowing where I was headed, just trying to outrun the pain that was consuming me. It was like a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from. I had no idea where I was going, I just knew I had to get away from them.My mind was stuck in a loop, replaying images of them over and over again. I felt like I was being taunted by my thoughts as if they were trying to tell me that I was the only one who wasn't happy. I could see them smiling and laughing together, while I was alone in the shadows, feeling like an outcast. It was as if the world was conspiring against me, trying to make me feel even more isolated and alone. I felt like a third wheel, an outsider looking in on a life I would never be a part of. Maybe it was for the best to move on from Max
Dalisay's POV.Days had passed since my last meeting with Adams, but I couldn't seem to stop thinking about what had transpired. The event was surreal and disturbing, but what confused me more was his change in demeanor. It was as if he had become a different person overnight, and I was left wondering if I had truly understood who he was in the first place. The whole experience had left me feeling unsettled and unsure of what to think.My thoughts were racing with questions about his transformation, and I was unable to make sense of it all. While I was happy that he had seemingly changed for the better, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that came with it. There was a part of me that wanted to know how this change had occurred, and why it had happened so suddenly. I felt like there was a missing piece of the puzzle, and I was determined to find it. My thoughts were so consuming that I didn't hear the door open, and I was startled when I realized Karl was standing in front of me I
Maxwell's Pov, "Where should we meet?" I asked the moment I approached Judith's car after work. Though she had avoided me all day, she sent me a reminder message at the end of the day to make sure we still met up. The tension between us was palpable, and I wasn't sure how the conversation would go. I just hoped we could find a way to move past whatever had caused the rift between us. "I'll send you the address and time," She answered coldly and entered her car. I watched as she sped off. Just as I was trying to process everything that had just happened, my phone buzzed with a message notification from Judith. I hastily opened it, The message read, "My place, 6 PM. Don't be late." My heart sank, and I felt a surge of panic. I had a bad feeling about this, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was very wrong. Was I walking into a trap? I was starting to regret ever getting involved with Judith.I tried calling her, hoping to work out a different meeting place, but she di
Dalisay's POV,As I paced back and forth in my room, my conversation with Adam left me feeling unsettled and uncertain, and I couldn't seem to shake the fear in my heart off. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn't even notice when my mother came into the room. She had decided to move in with us after we made the difficult decision to sell her mansion, along with the two other mansions.I turned around, and there stood my mother, her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes fixed on me. I was taken aback by her presence, and I wondered how long she had been standing there, unnoticed. "How long have you been there?" I asked, still a bit shaken by her sudden appearance."You gave me quite a scare, Mom!" I exclaimed, holding my chest, "I didn't hear you come in. How did you get in without making a sound?" She just smiled, amused by my reaction. "I must be getting better at sneaking up on you," she teased. "Or maybe you're just a bit too absorbed in your thoughts." She said calm