Dalisay's pov, I heard a commotion at the company's gate, followed by a deep, urgent voice. "Let me in! I need to see Dalisay!" it shouted. My heart pounded as I recognized the voice - it was Adams. Why was he here? What did he want? I felt a wave of panic wash over me. Should I stay hidden or go to the gate to find out what was going on? What was he doing in my office after we both agreed to call off wherever we had since I wanted to be faithful to my marriage? For days, I had turned a blind eye to Adams's calls and texts, knowing full well that he was trying to reach me. But I couldn't bring myself to talk to him, not after everything that had happened. Our last outing had been so perfect, so full of hope and possibility but they were a mirage. As I walked to the company's gate, my heart melted as I saw Adams was engaged in a heated argument with the security guard, who was trying to prevent him from entering the Premises. Several members of my staff had gathered around, draw

Judith's POV, Even though it had been a month since my conversation with Maxwell, I still couldn't fully digest what he'd said. Each day felt like an uphill battle as I dragged myself out of bed and faced the world - knowing that nothing was quite as it seemed. Work became all-consuming to distract my mind. any possibility of interacting with him was avoided at all costs. despite trying so hard to evade him, his presence lingered persistently in my life - almost haunting me every time our paths crossed. The tension between us continued to mount during these awkward exchanges which ultimately made things worse for me internally too. I deliberately avoided any contact with him as we went about our duties in the office and the few times we unavoidably met, I always had an excuse to keep our conversation short. I had to admit, part of me still cared about Maxwell, even after everything that had happened. But I was also furious with him for shattering my sense of reality and forcing me

Maxwell's POV, Over the past weeks, I've been on an emotional roller coaster, from the ups and downs of my friendship with Judith to the tension in my relationship with my mother. It's been a tumultuous time, filled with highs and lows. I've felt a wide range of emotions, from anger to sadness to frustration. My world has felt chaotic and out of control. I'm struggling to make sense of it all and to find my footing again. Amihan's life has been a whirlwind of activity these past weeks, leaving her little time to spend with me in person. Even though we talked on the phone every day, it's not the same as seeing each other face to face. But I understand that she's a successful young CEO, and her time is precious. I admire her work ethic and drive, even if it means we don't get to spend as much time together as I'd like. I'm willing to make that sacrifice because I love her.I eagerly counted down the hours until the workday ended, eager to spend time with Amihan at the cinema. I had mis

Dalisay's POV, After putting the mansion up for sale, I was relieved to see that many interested buyers were vying for the opportunity to own such a luxurious property. I felt proud of myself for being able to come up with a solution that would save the company, and for the first time in my life, I was able to stand up for what I believed in despite the disapproval of my mother and Karl. It was a moment of triumph, and I knew that I had finally found the courage to do what I thought was right, even in the face of opposition."If this is what will make you happy, my love, then I am all for it," Karl said to me after I had taken the time to explain my reasoning to him. His willingness to support me, even though it went against his initial wishes, made me feel loved and appreciated. As I looked out the window that morning, I couldn't help but let my thoughts drift back to the past. The breeze that blew in through the window brought with it a sense of peace and comfort, and I found myse

Amihan's POV, It was a long, sleepless night. The minutes ticked by slowly, seeming to stretch on for an eternity. I tossed and turned, my mind racing with thoughts of the previous day's events. I kept checking my phone, hoping for a message or call from Judith, but nothing came. The darkness of the night seemed endless, and I longed for the relief of morning. Finally, at three in the morning, I drifted off into a fitful sleep. But it was short-lived, as the shrill ringing of my alarm jolted me awake at five-thirty. I felt exhausted, my body heavy with fatigue which was the least of my concern. My sleep had been fitful and short, and I felt like I could have slept for hours more. However, the knowledge that I had received no response from my friend throughout the night gave me the strength to push myself out of bed. I sat up slowly, my head pounding as if someone were driving a nail into my skull. I leaned back against the headboard, supporting my head with my hand as I closed my ey