Chapter 38 Maharlika

I look away. I was shy to tell the truth and scared to make my mom sad.

I bit my lower lip

I saw his face become relaxed.

"We are fixing our d-divorce papers," I told them while looking at my slippers.

I am scared to see their reaction.

"My goodness, Selene!"

"Son is that true?!"

They both look shocked, and they don't know how to react.

I look at him in my peripheral view; he is just relaxing. While I am nervous to the highest level.

"Selene, my god! So, this is the reason why you came home crying?!" My mom yelled at me.

I shake my head.

"The two of you are giving me a heart attack," Kier's mom sits on the sofa and massages his chest.

"Mom, Momma. Can you leave us? We will just talk," Kier said in a pleasing tone.

"Yeah! Yeah! We better leave! You just gave me a heart attack!" Kier's mom.

"Kier, I know you are a good son, but we have words for each other," my mom reminds him.

"Yes, Momma." He answered.

Kier's mom pulled my mom.

They left, and we were still silent.

This makes me feel awkward.

"Just leave the divorce paper in my office if you already have it."

He is emotionless.

He is cold.

I want to hug him right now. I already miss him so much.

He became cold.

He used to be sweet to me.

"If you aren't going to say. I'll go to bed." He stood up, and his coat was hanging on his skin.

That fast?

I was joking.

I want to punch him.

I threw the pillow on his back for him to stop walking.

"I hate y-you!" I shouted as I continued to throw the pillows at him.

He faces.

"What's your problem? I am giving you a favor."

How mean he is.

I cried in front of him.

"I hate you to death! I hate you!" I go near him and punch him in his chest multiple times.

He is receiving my punches.

"Why is it okay for you to let go?!" Reproach.

"You gave me hope. One day you feel I am yours, and the next day, you act like there's nothing to happen! I hate you! I hate that I have feelings for you! I hate that I miss you so much!... I hate you!!"

I yelled while crying. I am trying my best not to stammer.

"Why is it easy for you to let me go?! Why?!"

He is not reacting.

"You gave me false hope! I thought you loved me too! But I was all wrong. If I could turn back, I wouldn't have said yes to this bullshit arranged marriage!" I cried out loud.

"It's so painful here." I pointed at my heart weakly.

I am crying, but he doesn't care.

"I hate you!"

I started to punch him, but I was too weak. Less force.

"I hate you so-"

I couldn't finish my words when he pulled me and hugged me.

I cry harder.

Why is he hot?

I am burning from his hug.

His embrace is too hot.

"It's fine if you hate me, but please don't divorce me, wife," he begged in a weak and lower tone.

"I hate you!" I murmured between sobs.

"Don't c-cry."

His hug is different.

There's something on him.

"I won't go to an overseas meeting, but promise me, you won't divorce me again," he said the hard way.

"You forgot me! You prioritize your work over me. You are so busy that you forgot to call me! I thought you wouldn't come home-" I couldn't finish my words again when I felt his body fall into mine.

I tried to push him, but his weight was all mine.

I put my palm on his forehead, and he is hot. He is burning.

I gasp.

He has a fever. That's why there's something on him.

I abruptly dialed someone.

"Please, come. Kier lost consciousness!" I said in fear.

"I am sorry." I apologize.

We are just two in this house. The driver sent our mother to their home.

"Please don't leave me," I whispered.

"Your husband needs rest," The doctor said, "give him a rest. He lost consciousness because of fatigue."

I nod at him.

"I already gave the receipt of his meds. Call me if something happens. I have to go." We sent him out.

Brother Ethan closed the gate, and we walked inside.

He is the one I called.

Actually, I called everyone; I didn't know what to do. Kier lost consciousness in front of me. It made me crazy.

"I knew this would happen." Brother Ethan said as we entered the house.

"Don't make him work again, can you? Stop him from taking the calls; it'd just make him more stressed. Especially, His company is facing problems. Someone stole a billion dollars from his company while he was away." He explained it to me.

"But I already called Nate and Jase to take care of it."

I nodded again.

"You don't have to worry too. You have us guys." He taps on my shoulder."

Maybe it's time to help him in the company. I feel guilty. I should be helping him, not hating him.

Maybe this wouldn't have happened if I had been in his company.

But I don't have the confidence yet.

He is more intelligent than me. I do believe in him and that he can handle it.

"Just look at him. He is a workaholic. He will sacrifice himself for his company. Don't let him work until he hasn't recovered."

I notice he has a small cut on the side of his lips.

Did they fight?

They both have the same.

"I'll just send his meds tomorrow since he is still sleeping. I gotta go.

"I will send you out," I offer.

"No. Don't Leave your husband’s side. I am fine."

I just nod at him and watch him leave.

I came to his room.

Since brother Ethan told me to relax and stay still, we have been in our house.

He told me the best way to feel better is to stay at home rather than in the hospital.

He is awake.

"Where have you been? I thought you missed me?"

I sat beside him.

He signaled me to sleep beside him.

As soon as I lay on his bed, he hugged me tightly. He rested his head on my neck.

"Getting there."

I moved.

"I am just taking energy." He coughs.

He has a cold.

He is weak too.

He is just trying to be strong.

I endure his tight hugs.

I massaged my hair and hummed.

Tomorrow came, and I woke up. Kier is still sleeping. He must be exhausted. I kissed his forehead before I got out of bed.

“I send one of my maids for you to have something to eat and clean the house, and this is his meds; no need to pay me; I already charge him for the expenses.” Brother Ethan is here. Early in the morning.

I got the meds from him prescribed by his doctor.

“If he still has a fever and is not feeling well after a week, call me, and we need to bring him to the hospital.” I am just my head again as an answer. “But, I am sure he won’t; he will feel better soon; he just needs sleep and enough rest. He overwork and shoulders all the responsibilities.”

“Thank you.” I thanked him.

“I need to go; my baby is still waiting for me; I just left her with my sister.” I shyly smile at him.

I know he has significant responsibilities, especially since he is a single dad, but he is the one I called for help.

I went to the kitchen and saw an old maid already cooking.

I shyly smile at her when we look into each other's eyes.

“Good Morning, Ma’am.” She greeted me.

“I have been cooking soup since Sir Ethan said your husband has a fever.” I am just nodding at her. “By the way, I already cooked a breakfast for you; you can eat.”

I silently serve myself; this is unusual for me. I remember when my husband was cooking and helping me; he would flirt with me while he was cooking. He didn’t let me go to work if I didn't eat breakfast.

I am really guilty.

I shouldn’t act that way. I should understand him, but what I did was I threw tantrums at him and was selfish. I should trust him.

“Ma’am, are you okay?” she asked me. “Is my cooking bad?”

I just nod at her.

“I am fine.” I shyly smile at her.

He had been asleep the whole day, and I was just waking him up when it was time to eat. He is stubborn and doesn't want to drink his meds; he said it’s bitter, but the alcohol is painful too, but he didn’t complain.

Why complain about the bitter taste of medicine if you can finish a lot of bottles of alcohol.

“Good Morning.”

I open my eyes, and the sun's rays are high.

I felt his lips on my forehead.

He is awake.

“How are you?” I put my palm on his forehead to check his temperature.

“Stop staring at me; I am not comfortable.” He didn’t listen, and he kept on staring at me.

It shocks me when he suddenly pulls and hugs me. “Thank you for taking care of me,'' he murmured against my neck.

Why is he so damn sweet to me?

Why is he so good at me?

“Hey,” he was already staring at me again.

We are facing each other.