Hiding His Mistress: Diovanni de Marcel | B-1 ✔

Kabanata 18

KABANATA 18

Shuen's POV

When the memories came flooding back, everything felt so real. The way Diovanni showed his love, his sweet words that sounded like music to my ears. The special moments and experiences he shared with me, how he took care of me. All those memories came back, but instead of joy, I felt intense pain.

But perhaps nothing was more painful than witnessing how he pushed Katarina away. How he chose her and how easily he disregarded me. To this day, I still can't understand everything Katarina said to me. How she shouted the truth in my face, reminding me that I am nothing but a mistress and have no right to Diovanni.

After all this time, I thought I was just being deceived, but it turns out it was a cruel lie. How did Diovanni manage to hide this from me? How did he succeed in fooling me? How could he carry on as if everything was normal, knowing that it was all a lie? He was so skilled at concealing and pretending in front of me.

What did I do wrong to be treated like this? I now know why they've always treated me differently from the beginning. Why they always made me feel like I wasn't part of their family, because I really never was.

So no matter how much goodness I do for them, just for them to accept me, it's worthless. Because no matter how much I force myself on them, they still won't accept me. How could they accept someone like me who became the mistress of their son?

My continued love for Diovanni feels like a joke, despite the pain he caused me. Enduring this hardship just for love is truly an illusion. But I can't bring myself to be angry or harbor resentment towards him. My heart continues to beat for him, even though it's heavy and burdened.

I ignore the judging looks thrown at me, trying to maintain my composure as I walk. All I want in these moments is to be alone and away from this place.

"Oh my God! How embarrassing! I can't believe he had the nerve to show up here?"

"Yes, the audacity!"

Nasasaktan ako sa mga naririnig ko mula sa kanila. Halos hindi ko na maangat ang mga mata ko sa sobrang kahihiyan. Sa pagmamadali kong umalis, muntik na akong matapilok, ngunit parang bumagal ang oras. Ang bawat hakbang ko ay tila bumabagal, na parang walang nararating. Patuloy pa rin ang pag-alingawngaw ng kanilang mga boses sa mga tainga ko.

Bigla na lang, may isang taong mabilis na tinakpan ang ulo ko gamit ang isang coat at inakay ako palayo sa eksena. Gusto kong masilayan kung sino ang lalaking ito, ngunit pinigilan niya ako hanggang sa kami ay makalayo na sa karamihan. Finally, we arrived at the company garden, where he finally removed the jacket from my head.

My eyes widened in surprise when I saw the man standing in front of me. He sighed and put both hands in his pockets, standing calmly in front of me.

"You? What... are you doing here?" I asked him with a frown.

"What do you think is the reason why I am here?" he sarcastically replied, silencing me.

Instead of answering, I chose to sit on a bench nearby. I let the wind brush my face, hoping it would lighten my mood. But it seemed that the heaviness I felt did not diminish, so I sadly gazed into the distance.

"Just wait here, I'll just buy something," Izan Al Tiera said before he walked away from me.

Ilang minuto ang lumipas at bumalik na siya, may dala-dalang isang bote ng tubig. Hindi na ako nagreklamo, tinanggap ko na lang ito at nagpasalamat. Napatingin ako sa kanya nang umupo siya sa tabi ko at naglabas ng isang stick ng sigarilyo at sinindihan.

Napabuntong-hininga na lang ako at binuksan ang bote ng tubig para uminom. "Salamat nga pala kanina, mabuti na lang at tinulungan mo akong makalabas doon," sabi ko na may tipid na ngiti.