Dear, Wifey...

The last thing Ariana wanted was to be seen in a vulnerable state again. She knew it wasn't Martin's fault, neither was it Vincenzo's fault but she was on the verge of breaking down.

With her head banging and eyes stinging, she stopped the cab that was just coming towards their direction.

"Let's get inside, Shirley. I don't want to talk about anything!" She said, hopping inside while her friend also hopped in.

She watched from the side at the car they just got out of. It wasn't her business if Vincenzo got mad at Martin even if she was feeling a little guilty. She just wanted to get away for the time being.

"I need an explanation, Ariana. For god's sake you just got married!" Shirley said, not minding the glare Ariana gave her.

"I don't want to…"

"You have to talk about it, Ari. You can't destroy your life when the person responsible is out there enjoying himself! You have to stop this madness!" Shirley said, holding her friend's hands.

" Yes, I need to stop this madness…" Ariana repe