His Unwanted Wife

Chapter 19

Sensitive topics ahead.

"You were pregnant?" Logan asked, clearly confused.

Hindi ako sumagot. I didn't want to. Tumalikod ako. I can't bear to look at him. Ang dami kong naging pagkakamali, lahat dahil sa pagmamahal ko sa kanya.

Gusto ko lang ngayon ay ang makalayo—lumayo sa kanya, sa buhay niya. He's dangerous, too much for me to handle. Ayoko nang mawasak ulit at ako na naman ang magtatagpi ng sarili ko. Ako lang, ako ulit. If I stay, he'll break me. So I have to leave. I've reached my limit.

Pinunasan ko ang mga luha at dumiretso sa kwarto ni Lexus. I packed a few important things into a small bag and grabbed a piece of paper from his desk.

I sighed heavily before starting to write.

My tears threatened to spill, but I refused to look at Lexus. Pikit-mata kong iniwan ang kwarto niya. Then, I quietly headed to my girls' room. I placed my favorite perfume beside them as they slept. Kahit may sari-sarili silang kama, they still preferred to sleep together.

I dialed Lily's number as I stepped out of the subdivision. She didn't ask questions, she just picked me up in a hurry.

"The twins, nasaan sila?" Lily asked as soon as I got into the car.

I closed my eyes, letting the tears fall. Lily understood.

Did I make the right decision? Yes. This is for my kids, for myself, and for Logan, too.

"Dito ka muna sa condo ko, okay? Babalik ako bukas," she said, pulling me into a comforting hug. "Be strong, Eli. I'm always here for you."

When she left, I collapsed onto the bed. I thought again about why I did all this.

I need to accept myself fully. Hindi ko man aminin, I'm still stuck in the past. This isn't Logan's fault, but I want to blame him because I can't face the truth.

I texted my mom. She needs to know.

Let's meet tomorrow at the airport, Mom.

I didn't hesitate any longer. I booked a flight from the Philippines to Canada. This isn't goodbye, but I need to end this, for now.
"How are you, Eli? Feeling better?" Dr. Juarez asked me.

I smiled. "Yes, I feel refreshed today."

He returned the smile. "That's good, honey. Any hallucinations?"

I shook my head.

He leaned in and kissed my cheek. "I'm making my rounds. Just wait for Manang, okay?"

"Yes, Daddy."

As he left, I scanned the room—my room for almost six months. Picture frames filled the space, along with 'get well soon' letters and flowers.