I literally forgot that I was still married to somebody—somebody that I hadn't mentioned since the night we decided to separate the life we built together for seven years.
That night when he confessed how much he regretted marrying me because I was the most selfish and prideful person he knew.
Rain would never tell me such insults because he loved everything about me, but I couldn't marry him because in a piece of paper, Ayala ang apelido ko.
I foolishly married a jerk whose name was Wrenaldo Alistair Ayala.
I fisted my fists because even just thinking of his name made me boil up in anger, not just because it reminded me of his unfaithfulness, kundi dahil ang bantot parin ng pangalan niya.
In four years, I never mentioned his name nor thought about it dahil umiinit ang ulo ko.
Hindi ko alam kung nasaan siya ngayon dahil pinutol ko lahat ng communication namin.
I threw away my sim card so he couldn't contact me, I also deleted all of my social media accounts and hadn't created a new one up until now because I wanted to keep my life private.
Masyado na akong maraming appearances in different social platforms due to my work, kaya hanggang sa maaari ay ayaw kong malaman pa ng mga tao ang buhay ko behind all those cameras and magazines.
Gmail lang ang meron ako dahil doon ako nakikipag communicate sa mga clients at sa mga ibang tao sa kompanya.
Pero kailangan ko siyang hanapin ngayon dahil gusto kong pakasalan si Rain, at magagawa ko lang 'yon kung divorced na kami ni Wren. Kaya pagkapasok ko palang ng office ko ay hindi ko na tinigilan ang pag scroll ko sa iPad ko para lang mahanap kung nasaang lupalop man siya ng mundo.
He was active on social media when we were still together, but it seemed like he also deleted all of his accounts because I couldn't find him.
Sinubukan ko na rin maging 'yong second name niya. I endured typing it
over and over in different websites and apps pero hindi ko parin mahanap kaya sinubukan kong isearch 'yong restaurant niya—Deep Sea—-a name with two words, but thousands of memories.
Sa tuwing sumasagi 'yon sa isipan ko ay naaalala ko ang sarili kong suot 'yong college uniform ko habang may hawak na billiard stick. Pero hindi na rin ako pumunta roon o dumaan man lang dahil baka masunog ko 'yon sa matinding galit.
When the results appeared, napakunot ang noo ko dahil napaka dami nun at hindi ko alam kung ano ang pipindutin ko. Pero noong nag scroll ako pababa, agad na napahinto ang daliri ko dahil picture niya ang bumungad sa akin.
He was posing in front of a newly opened restaurant and smiling big, which was still the same as before—warm, bright, charming, and deceiving.
Ilang babae na kaya ang naloko niya gamit 'yon?
I shook my head and sneered at myself.
Hindi naman iyon ang concern ko dahil wala akong pakealam kung ilang babae ang meron siya, kaya pinindot ko na 'yong profile nung page na nagpost para makita kung saan 'yon.
At medjo nagulat ako noong nakitang sa Ilocos Norte pala 'yon, kahit na alam kong doon ang province niya.
He left Liathro and chose to live in his province instead, which was a good decision para hindi ko na siya makita rito because it was best to keep ourselves miles and hours away from each other. Pero sa ngayon ay kailangan ko siyang makita para legal na kaming maghiwalay dahil hindi na ako makapaghintay.
I was such a busy person and I didn't have the time to waste, especially to a man like him.
Kaya pupunta ako mismo ngayon sa Ilocos Norte kasama si Atty. Andrew dahil nasabihan ko na siya noong nagkaroon ako ng time to be alone after the stressful dinner last night.
