Born from a prestigious family, Alexandra strives to be the perfect daughter, but the façade is ruined upon the return of her dark past.
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After Alexandra's accident, a big part of her memories disappear. Despite the missing puzzle pieces of her p...
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I STARED at my wife who had been asleep after I helped her escape from her house. Hindi ko lubos maisip na mauulit anng nangyari noon na pilit nilang itatago si Alexa sa 'kin. A part of me felt that they were hiding the fact that she was starting to remember things.
And she was indeed.
She was not meant to remember anything, because that meant I was getting closer to getting her back. Pero kung gaano kahusay ang tadhana na paglapitin kami, pilit naman iyong nilalabanan ng kaniyang mga magulang. Pilit nila kaming pinaghihiwalay.
I knew they abhorred me from taking not only their daughter, but the opportunity for them to inherit the ill-gotten wealth. Pero hindi ba mas matimbang na dapat hayaan nila kami na maging masaya?
Mukhang hanggang pangarap na lang iyon.
The days I was spending with my wife were days I had always dreamt of. Hindi pa man kami nakapapasyal at nakalalabas bilang mag-asawa dahil sa dami ng nangyayari, masaya ako na bumalik na siya sa tabi ko.
Alam kong posible na hindi na manumbalik ang lahat ng kaniyang mga alaala. It was something that I could not control.
But things were unravelling before her eyes, one at a time. Isa-isa niyang nalalaman ang mga tinatago ng lahat — maging ako — upang mapanatili ang kaligtasan niya at maisakatuparan ang pagkuha ng yaman.
At nang matuklasan at maalala niya ang tungkol kay Kuya Alessandro, maging ako ay nadurog nang pinong-pino. Mabuti at naitama ko ang bagay na pilit minamali nina tito. They were putting the blame on me that I killed their first-born.
Pero walang lihim na maitatago hanggang kamatayan. It wasn't me. I didn't shoot Kuya Alessandro like their allegations. Hindi sa akin nagmula ang bala. Mula iyon sa kampo nila.
But there was another secret I was keeping from everyone — the real identity of the shooter.
Nearly everyone wanted to have the power for their own benefit, hence, became a victim of these mind games. And the real shooter had fed himself with the fallacy after that day.
Ako na lang ang natitirang nakakaalam ng totoong nangyari noong araw na binawian ng buhay si Kuya Alessandro at kapuwa naaksidente kami ng asawa ko.
Noong una, I faked my own amnesia. But my chess pieces started moving. I knew I had to start playing the game seriously.
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I FELT my life fell to the dark pits before me as I saw Alexa's side get tainted with blood. She was panting, gasping for air. She dropped to the floor before I could reach her. Time stood still and my heart clenched with so much pain and agony.
