I'm sorry, sunshine

16

After Mon's dad was placed in the ICU, Mon did not need to be at the hospital to take care of him. Her phone was turned off. Clueless, Sam went to almost all the places they had visited before.

After a futile search, Sam returned to their newlywed home. She had only stopped by shortly on that night. It had been a while since she visited the villa.

Only the furniture was left behind; the interior seemed spotless and devoid of human touch. It was Mon's habit to arrange fresh flowers on the dining table daily, but even the vase was gone.

In the empty and lonely master bedroom, Mon's presence was removed from all their wedding photos. Only Sam was left in the photos, looking both eerie and lonely.

Even after the Foverts went bankrupt, Mon never took any of the branded clothes Sam bought for her and only packed some cheap clothes to go.

Sam then remembered that she had ordered the luxury bags and jewelry to be collected from the villa. Mon had also returned her diamond ring to her.

It was Mon's only possession that was worth something. Mon's toothbrush, cup, and towels were gone from the bathroom. Her toothbrush looked lonely on the shelf.

Next, she shuffled to the nursery that was once Mon's, not noticing that the palms of her hands were slightly sweaty. The door clicked open, and she was greeted by an empty nursery, a sight that made her blood run cold.

Mon had cut off all her ties to her.

"Boss, don't worry. I checked with all the airlines, train, and bus operators. There was no trace of Mon purchasing tickets anywhere. Since her dad is still hospitalized, she won't leave the city," Ron called Sam.

Sam belatedly found out the reason she did not kill Melvin despite being fully capable of doing so. Perhaps she subconsciously felt that Melvin was Mon's Achilles' heel. By keeping Melvin alive, she could keep Mon under her thumb.

"Find her as soon as possible. Then, bring her to me!"

"Roger!"

Sam lay on the bed in the master bedroom. The nights when they slept separately were difficult for her too. Even though she knew that Mon was innocent, she could not get over the fact that she was related to Melvin. Mon's happiness reminded her of her poor little sister.

It was Mon's fault for being born as Melvin's daughter, and she should be held accountable for her dad's sin.

Sam lay on the bed in the master bedroom. The nights when they slept separately were difficult for her too. Even though she knew that Mon was innocent, she could not get over the fact that she was related to Melvin. Mon's happiness reminded her of her poor little sister.

It was Mon's fault for being born as Melvin's daughter, and she should be held accountable for her dad's sin. Sam had an equally intense love and hate for Mon as she released her pent-up grief and anger by torturing her. Perhaps it was time for a new punishment.

Irin was an exceptionally bad drunk. If it hadn't been for Mon, she would have gone at it with the men in the lounge. It was the first time Mon saw her friend hugging a man and wailing about being an empty nester. Mon had no choice but to bring her drunk friend back to her new rental.

A while back, Melvin's caregiver found out that Mon was looking for apartments for rent and recommended the apartment of a relative to her.

Mon settled on the apartment because she could save on agent fees.

Moreover, the deal was backed by the caregiver, whom she trusted. Since her landlord wouldn't be back in the country anytime soon, Mon had not officially signed the lease, but she received his approval via WhatsApp and moved in.

Without signing any lease, she left no records behind for Sam to track her down.

The tiny apartment was a far cry from her family home at the height of their fortune, and it was no match for the villa she shared with Sam. Still, it was cozy, and she liked it enough. She even kept her dad's favorite tropical fish in the apartment.

Whenever she opened the windows, she'd have a full view of the ocean.

Once, she thought that the resort near the beach was Sam's gift for her. Later, she was aghast to learn that Joanne had returned to the country and that the resort was for Joanne.

The fact made her miserable for a long time, but she was finally over it. Be it living in an expensive or affordable apartment, she could still enjoy something that made her happy.

The apartment came with a small balcony, where she laid down some thick rugs. She had initially planned to bring her dad home when his condition stabilized.

She'd like him to spend his retirement at her place, sunbathing on the balcony and enjoying life. Bad things took a turn for the worse. The cancer diagnosis came out of the blue. Not only that, she never thought that her dad would remain in the ICU.

Becky stopped drinking her water after she felt nauseous. She took some medicine and lay on the mattress by the cot she placed in her room.

It wasn't the most comfortable arrangement, but that was the only way she'd get some shut-eye.

Thanks to the alcohol, she had a good sleep and woke up late.

Irin woke up earlier and made her some breakfast.

Irin ate her breakfast without waiting for Mon. She rushed to the entrance with a pair of heels in her hands and a piece of toast in her mouth. After that, she mumbled, "Mon, I already prepared your breakfast. I'm running late now."

Mon, who had just woken up, called her. "Irin, I probably can't keep you company for the next few days because I'll be busy. By the way, thank you for the breakfast."

"Ohhh... welcome. You don't need to accompany me anymore. But you have to tell me if you need help, alright?"

"Yeah, got it." Mon hugged Irin tightly. "I hope you will meet a man who can make you happy in the future."

"I hope you can find a good lover in the future," said Irin with a giggle.