IN THE CITY OF ANGELS | JEREMIAH ONG

They weren't supposed to fall in love.

Not when the marriage was never meant to happen in the first place. Not when their names were signed on the wrong papers. Not when it all started with a simple mistake.

Kiesha didn't plan to get married.

Jeremiah didn't expect a wife.

But fate had other plans-messy, complicated, and legally binding.

It wasn't romantic. It wasn't magical. There was no first kiss under the stars, no stolen glances, no slow burn. Just silence. Two strangers. One legal document.

But time has a way of changing things.

Now, Jeremiah brushes Kiesha's hair when she's too tired to move. He cooks for her in the morning. He carries her to the table like she weighs nothing. He calls her "asawa ko" like he's known her all his life.

And maybe he has. In a way no one else ever did.

The love between them didn't start in a moment. It started in the small things. The quiet days. The warmth between arguments. The way he puts slippers on her feet so she doesn't slip. The way he says her name when he thinks she's asleep.

It started with a mistake. But it's becoming something they never expected.

Because sometimes, the biggest love stories don't start the right way. They start by accident. And they grow-softly, slowly, without anyone noticing-until you look around and realize you never want to live without them again.

But what if it was all temporary?

What if it was just comfort... not love?

What if she falls harder than he does?

What if he walks away the moment she believes he'll stay?

And what if... he stays anyway?