Sins We Hide on Sundays

Some people look holy on Sundays.
Some people sing the loudest worship songs, raise their hands the highest, and smile like they have never sinned in their lives.
But Monday comes, and the mask slips.

Khaia Hernandez is the kind of girl people trust instantly. Youth leader. Born again Christian. The type who laughs loudly, loves deeply, and believes that God can fix anything. Even broken people. Even hidden sins.

She has always lived her life trying to be pleasing, not just to others, but to God. Until one December night, in a convenience store lit by fluorescent lights and quiet judgment, she meets Yves Valentin.

A boy who smells like expensive cologne and trouble.
A boy with a smile too charming to be innocent.
A boy who looks nothing like a church boy.

Except he is.

Yves is the pastor's son. The golden boy everyone expects to be pure, disciplined, and close to God. But behind his clean image are parties, anger, lust, and choices he hides so well that even his own church believes the lie.

And Khaia? She is exactly the kind of girl Yves should not want.
Because she does not just love God. She lives Him.

Their story begins with stolen glances during Sambang Gabi nights, with laughter that feels too safe, and with a courtship that slowly turns into something deeper than Khaia prayed for.

But love has a way of revealing what faith tries to cover.

Because not all Christians are equally yoked.
And sometimes, the person who makes you feel loved is also the person who pulls you away from God.