I love you, I'm sorry.

I love you, I'm sorry.

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Fiction
Historical
19th Century
Middle Ages
Set against the atmospheric backdrop of late 19th-century Vigan during a torrential storm, this poignant historical romance follows Mateo as he grieves the passing of his beloved wife, Clara, in an ancestral house. Thirty years after their secret courtship and marriage amidst the turbulent era of 1896, Mateo discovers a final, heartbreaking letter hidden beneath Clara's heirloom baul. The letter reveals a profound sacrifice: to shield Mateo from her family's sudden financial ruin and debt, Clara quietly bore a lifetime of grueling hardship and burden in secret, all to preserve the pure, unburdened happiness of the man she loved. Rich with traditional Filipino elements-from capiz windows and the Angelus to the anting-anting and the quiet warmth of the azotea-this emotionally resonant tale explores the depths of enduring devotion, hidden grief, and the heavy price of selfless love.
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I was in love with a man I knew nothing about. Until I was wedded to the one I was destined for. I thought it would be easy to forget him and move on with my life. I was ready to give it a chance. He had broken my heart, after all. But things don't always go the way you want, do they? Everything changed when I stepped into this marriage and realized it needed me more than I needed it. I had a huge family. A whole line of brothers-in-law and a grumpy sister-in-law, who was also once my best friend. I did as I was told. I didn't even give it a thought, how drastically my life was about to change because of this decision. Love doesn't always bloom roses in your garden. Sometimes, it leaves behind dead trees that never bloom, no matter how many springs come and go. I was that tree. My husband was everything a woman could ask for. I don't know if he hated me or not... but I was certain I couldn't give him the true love he deserved. Every time I think of it, I realize I am just a withered Princess. No matter how many roses my husband blooms for me, I will always be crushed beneath the weight of my past and mistakes. As always, I found myself standing by the window, feeling the cold air kiss my cheeks while my husband slept on the bed behind me. I rubbed my arms to warm myself. The moon was pretty.

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