Chapter 56 Thirty-two

<Mia>

"Damn it! What are you doing here again?" I snapped at Hermoine when I saw her at my workplace, "don't you have anything better to do with your life, huh? Damn it!"

How does she know where I am?

"Give me some money," she said straight to me, which infuriated me.

I clenched my fist and looked around.

"If someone sees the two of us here, you're dead to me!" I muttered angrily.

"Just give me money so no one will see us."

I looked into her eyes, "Are you using drugs again, huh? Your eyes are bloodshot. Hermoine, I won't give you money forever!"

I was getting angrier at this man.

"Ask Oscar for help!"

I glared at him because he said it too loudly.

"Damn it! You're putting me in danger with what you're doing! He won't give me money! Do you think I shit money? Huh!"

"Damn it! I need money! I haven't paid my debt yet. If I don't pay, they'll kill me, Mia!"

"Damn it! That's not my problem, leave me alone! Just die already!"

I was about to turn away when he grabbed my hand.

I quickly let go of his hand that was holding me.

"You're such a damn asshole! I only have five thousand here," I said to him so he would leave.

"Buying a Magnum is all you need it for! Where will your five thousand pesos take me? Give me the money or I'll tell your husband everything I know!" she challenged me.

I closed my eyes tightly.

I didn't want to give her the money that Ethan gave me.

"I'll send it to you this afternoon. Wait for it in your account," I said through gritted teeth. "This is the last time I'll see you here, because if my father sees you, you're done."

I turned away from her.

Turning back to face her, I added, "I don't want any trouble, Hermoine."

What kind of guy was he? Always asking for money from me. Damn it! He has nothing better to do in life but drink, go to the casino, and do drugs. He wants me to pay his debts, and at the same time, he's asking me for money. What does he think of me, a sugar mommy? Do I shit money? He keeps demanding from me.

It's so irritating when people keep asking for money, and when you give it to them, they're still not satisfied. They act like they're eating the best meal of the year! I'm so annoyed with them! Damn it!

I worked even though I couldn't focus. I wasn't comfortable at work because I wasn't close to my colleagues. I find them too arrogant.

I felt exhausted when I got home, and Ethan wasn't there yet. I sat on the sofa, leaned back, and closed my eyes.

Was my decision right?

I almost wanted to become a nurse so I could be equal to Ethan.

I didn't know if I was in the right field or on the wrong path. I also didn't know what my dreams were because I couldn't do what I wanted. I have so many things I want to do, but I can't do them. I believe I'm in the wrong family, in the wrong country.

I feel pressured because my dad is known in the company and they talk about me because of him. I can't function properly. I have so many things on my mind and problems, and I just want to go to the moon.

Working is tiring, I realized. But I also want to work. Being at home is boring, and Hermoine is draining my money. He's worse than my stalker; he knows where I am.

The hardest thing to do is wake up early to earn money.

"Mia?"

I opened my eyes when I heard Ethan's voice. He put down his iPad and sat beside me.

"Are you okay?"

I suddenly hugged him tightly. I didn't know why, but I burst into tears. Maybe this was what they meant when they say you have one person to come home to, someone who can comfort you when you're tired. The person you can hug when you're weary.

Maybe I cried because of exhaustion from work and thinking about Hermoine.

I felt him hug me back.

"What happened?" he asked worriedly as he gently wiped away my tears. I felt even more emotional with what he was doing. Now, I appreciate Ethan even more. God! Do I deserve Ethan? I'm the toxic one in our relationship.

His voice is so gentle when he talks to me, and he gently holds me. He always takes care of me. He's the first to say sorry when we argue.

I hugged him again, embracing him.

"Sorry," I said through my choked sobs.

"It's okay, babe. Tell me what happened... Hush... hush now, please."

"I-I don't want to work anymore," I complained to him like a child. I'm giving up because it's getting tough. The job isn't what I want, and I'm still exploring the things I want to do.

"Please stop crying," he pleaded.

I released myself from his embrace and faced him.

"I don't have any close friends among my colleagues, and they have high expectations of me," I sniffed while he kissed away my tears, "even my coworkers act so self-important... I want to become a nurse," I whined.

He adjusted my hair.

"Do you want to be a nurse? Are you sure? It's more stressful in the hospital. How about staying in the house and waiting for me to come home, hmm?"

I pouted at what he said, and he quickly gave me a kiss.

"Dad actually wanted me to work. He forced me into a job I don't like," I complained to him.

"I'll talk to your dad."

"It won't change his mind. It's either he disowns me or he has his way."

He kissed me on my forehead.

"I'll talk to him. You'll stay at home and do whatever you want. I don't like the idea of you working. I don't want to stress you," he said sincerely, and I felt like melting with the look he was giving me.

"Leave this thing to me, okay?" he assured me. I

nodded because I knew he could handle it.

"Hubby, I don't know what I want in life," I told him my problem.

"It's okay, you'll figure it out eventually. Do whatever you want to do, but I really don't like the idea of you working. I want you to stay at home, baby."

I leaned against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around my waist.

Why does life keep repeating itself?

I'm lucky in life because I haven't experienced being poor, but what about those who are not as privileged as I am?

I just want to live, but why is it so difficult? How can I be happy?