When Everything Fails (De Chavez #2)

CHAPTER FORTY

this would be the last chapter before the epilogue. thank you so much for reading this story.

failures are not the end, it was just the begging to your way to your sweet success.

btw, hello sanny & staizy! thank you rin sa support niyo all through out.

CHAPTER FORTY

I COULDN'T SLEEP after what I learned from my mother. My inside had been curdled and I felt like throwing up every minute the thought crossed my mind. The pain that lingered in my stomach had crawled up to my throat, eliciting a painful scrape of perversive anger to my father . . . to me because I was so clueless of the devil that resided in my father's calm demeanor when I was a kid.

That was why my sympathy and loyalty were with him. I mourned silently because I knew he was hurt. I was blinded by my adoration to him because when I was a kid, I always saw him as a loving father, and a loyal and devoted husband to my father. But beneath that facade he wore was a disgusting monster that was showing behind closed doors. My mother was the one who experienced firsthand the monster in my father.

Hindi ko pa rin magawang unawain kung bakit hindi siya nagsumbong sa mga pulis o kaya ay magsampa ng kaso laban kay Papa. She said that she didn't want to complicate things, especially she knew that she cannot fight with my Father because of his reach. He can twist the situation and she was afraid that she can't go near me once she was settled.

After I left her, I gave her my forgiveness. She asked me if she wanted to visit her home in Tagaytay, I just nodded her though I still had qualms about meeting her daughter and her husband.

Days rolled to weeks. Weeks rolled into months. Months rolled into years. When you were happy, time seemed shortened, fast-moving. But when you were miserable, sad, and swimming in the ocean of shivering melancholy, the time seemed perpetually slow-paced. Excruciating in a way that I would bleed counting the tick of the clock. Nanoseconds seemed to be a decade . . . a millennial.

Those years that passed, I forced myself to get not in touch with Kei. He was not married yet— Quincy told me about what happened the night they announced that he was engaged with the daughter of one of the most powerful tycoons in La Union. The woman declined the idea of a marriage of convenience, in front of the respected people in their province. Later that day, I was also informed that the woman was the one Bellamy was head over heels with. The woman of his dreams; his match— this was how he described her. Well, my cousin was so smitten with the girl that he might be worshiping everything she touched.

Regarding my Father, I never talked to him since I learned what he did to my mother. Hindi ko kayang tignan siya nang hindi nasusuka. I was afraid that I might burst in front of him. He tried to reach out but I always found a way to avoid meeting him. Since he was a busy actor, he cannot insist on a time with me. Though I was thinking if the concern he seemed to have right now was genuine and not a charade he was doing to get the attention of the mass.

I finished my degree in music and was now ready to be a music teacher. Months of practicing a month after I talked to Mother, my skills had improved and I can play the piano without getting lost in the middle of the piece. Mr. Juarez asked me if I wanted to try to compete in the National Piano Competition but I declined. I had tons of acting projects, a stack of campaign advertisements, being an ambassador in some organization. I put all my focus on my career as I planned to leave the spotlight when my contract lapsed.

Five months before my contract expires, my manager nagged me about the projects waiting for me. I declined all those offers. Hindi na ako tumanggap pa ng ibang proyekto at tinapos na lahat nang dapat tapusin. The management tried to lure me with a large amount of money for me to sign another ten-year contract but I declined.