Life isn't always fair.
It never was.
In a life that is not always made from bed of roses, how will they be able to withstand the ever changing circumstances without breaking each other's hearts?
She was forced to pay the debt she did not owe.
He wa...
"Love isn't always pretty. Sometimes you spend all your time hoping it'll eventually be something different. Something better. Then, before you know it, you're back to square one, and you lost your heart somewhere along the way. ~Ugly Love, Coleen Hoover
*** 37.40976° N, 122.24741° W- Seven weeks before Irene's delivery date
GREGGY's POV:
It's been a week since Irene's departure and I am seriously considering the choices that I've made. Please, please understand. I did what I did because I love her and Bella so much. It was wrong to not tell her in advance but I know that she will not agree to it. So I had to do it that way. It's the only way I know how.
Does that make me chivalrous? Hell no. Stupid? Yes. Am I regretting it? Yes and no. Yes because of how much I miss both of them, but no.. because at least she's safe.
My parents almost lost it when I came back without Irene. Mom's crying that whole night and sleep somewhat became a foreign thing for me since then.
Manila is fifteen hours ahead of California. It's almost 8PM here, that means it's almost five in the morning for Irene. The moment she arrived in Woodside, I had a technical team set up a whole security system for the entire property. I am all prepared for a speech in case Irene refuses, but she did not. And for that, I am very grateful.
It's becoming a habit of mine. Watching her.
I know that she knows because I told her when I sent her a message about it, but she didn't respond.
She never replied. Not to a single one.
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I can totally understand where she's coming from, but I keep telling her that we will be together again in no time. Mama will be with her next week much to my relief, while I have to wait for another six weeks before I can come home to her and Bella.
I saw her cried multiple times and it's taking every ounce of self control in me to not hop on the next plane to be with her. I miss her.
I miss her so so much. I've been sending her messages even though she never replied once because I want her to never forget that I do, I sincerely care. And I cannot apologize to her enough for all the pain I caused her.
But what she told Mama is something I never saw coming.
She's not coming back. Even if she gave birth to Bella! She and Bella are staying in California. And I am, under no condition, is to go after them. She agreed with coparenting but she wanted us to separate.
I just can't, Bubu. I can't.
*** Mama is leaving in an hour for her flight to San Francisco. Less than twenty four hours, Bubu. Hold on a bit more, may kasama ka na.
I heard her crying a while ago while she's on facetime with our staff here in 52 because she does not have anyone to walk with outside.
Once again, my heart is breaking for my wife as I continue to question the choices I have made.
