***EJ's POV***
"Sir, we'll be having a ManCom meeting later. Darating din po ang Tito Charles ninyo." balita sa akin ni Christian sa telepono.
My teeth gritted as soon as I heard his name.
"Okay. Record every conversation for me. And give me the copy of all the presentations na mangyayari. Magkita tayo sa isang araw."
"Copy sir."
"Just make sure that no one would know about this."
"Ako na po ang bahala sir."
Agad kong pinatay ang tawag.
Nalalapit na ang aking pagbabalik.
Kukunin ko ang nararapat na para sa akin. Ang lahat lahat na kinuha nila sa akin.
Two years ago nang mamatay sina Mommy at Daddy nang sabay sa isang aksidente. It was six months after my wedding.
Naninikip ang dibdib ko sa tuwing maalala ko ang sunod-sunod na delubyong nangyari sa buhay ko noon.
I was doomed. And it all started when my parents died.
Nag-iisang anak lang ako. Bago pa man sila nawala ay alam kong sa akin nila ipinamana ang lahat ng aming ari-arian at kompanya. But I was so lost after that incident. Hindi ko matangap ang pagkamatay nila at hindi ako naniniwalang aksidente lang ang nangyari. I was so attached with my parents when they were still living. Ang sabi nga nila ay mama's boy ako.
I got severely depressed that even my then pregnant wife couldn't make me calm down.
That's when my Uncle entered the scene. He used my condition to implement his plan. Siya ang nag-iisang kapatid ni Daddy who took over the business nang mawala sila. Pinalabas niyang hindi ko kayang i-handle ang negosyo because of my condition.
At first I thought it's a genuine care that I got from him. He even referred me to a psychologist/psychiatrist for my recovery. And I was a total fool. Nalaman ko na lang ang totoo pagkatapos ng lahat ng nangyari.
Lalong lumala ang anxiety and depression ko noon from all the medications I've taken from the doctor he reffered. The relationship with my pregnant wife was affected. We fought every time for absurd reasons. I know she tried to understand me, comfort me and help me with everything but it's me who had changed from a lamb to a demon.
She was then on her 8th month of her pregnancy when we had that big fight. Later I realized that she left the house in the middle of the night, all by herself with our baby in her womb. I got a call from my cousin and he told me that my wife got into an accident while driving. I felt I died too especially when I've known that even our baby didn't survive.
My life became worthless and I felt lifeless. I hated the world. But my cousin who's also my bestfriend took care of me. But I was really out of my mind during that time so I decided to leave them... everyone from my past. I just felt that my condition would worsen if I continued to be in our house. I was like a prisoner of my own self.
I brought the last pieces of money I had with me. I'd withdrawn all the money I had in my cards so I could leave with no trace.
I planned to go abroad but I changed my mind.
I went to the province instead. I knew no one in that place... but I remembered that it was a memorable one for me. It was the place where my bachelor party was held which was my cousin's idea.
A memory came into my mind as soon as I stepped in that place.
I remember that night. No one knows what really happened. It's just me. I held that guilt feeling even after our wedding. I couldn't forget that woman whom I had sex with.
