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I sit at a table where no one occupies. Drinking wine. Looking at my guests.

I’m happy that I finally made a name for myself. I’m already successful just by building a hotel!

I still remember the first day I walked into my hotel.

The sun began its descent over the horizon, casting a golden glow on the grand façade of the newly constructed hotel. Fertine stood at the entrance, her heart brimming with a mixture of nerves and excitement. She had poured her heart and soul into this project, working tirelessly to turn her dream into a reality.

As the evening breeze rustled through her hair, Fertine glanced over at her father, standing a few steps away. His eyes were filled with pride, his weathered face illuminated by a soft smile. He had been her unwavering pillar of support throughout this journey, encouraging her every step of the way.

“Fertine,” he said, his voice tinged with emotion, “I can hardly believe what you’ve accomplished here. This hotel, it’s a testament to your determination and passion.”

Tears of joy welled up in Fertine’s eyes as she turned to face him, her voice filled with gratitude. “Dad, I couldn’t have done it without you. Your belief in me kept me going, even when the challenges seemed insurmountable.”

Her father placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch comforting and reassuring. “You’ve shown incredible strength and resilience, my dear. I always knew you had the spirit of an entrepreneur within you. But to witness this magnificent hotel, it surpasses anything I could have imagined.”

Together, they walked through the grand entrance, the air filled with anticipation. Fertine’s vision had come to life—a harmonious blend of elegant architecture, impeccable design, and a commitment to exceptional service. She had envisioned a place where guests would feel not just welcomed but cherished, where every detail would be meticulously attended to.

As they strolled through the lobby, the sound of soft music playing in the background, Fertine couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride. The guests, with their smiles and expressions of awe, confirmed that her vision had resonated with them. The dream she had nurtured for years had now become an enchanting reality.

Her father’s gaze lingered on her, a mix of admiration and love evident in his eyes. “Fertine, I hope you understand how extraordinary this accomplishment is. You’ve not only built a hotel but also created a space where people will make memories, find solace, and experience true hospitality.”

A wave of humility washed over Fertine as she absorbed her father’s words. The weight of her achievement settled upon her, and she knew that this was just the beginning of a lifelong endeavor. The hotel was not only a testament to her own ambition but also a tribute to her family’s legacy.

With a deep breath, Fertine took her father’s hand in hers, her voice filled with determination. “Dad, I promise to uphold the values we hold dear—warmth, sincerity, and a commitment to excellence. This hotel will be a place where dreams come alive, where people will find comfort and inspiration.”

Her father nodded, his eyes gleaming with pride. “I have no doubt, my dear. Your passion and dedication will continue to guide you. This hotel is a symbol of your strength and the mark you’ll leave on the world.”

As they stood there, bathed in the glow of accomplishment, Fertine felt an immense sense of gratitude. Her father’s unwavering belief in her had fueled her ambition, and now, with the hotel standing tall before them, she knew that her success was shared.

In that moment, Fertine embraced her father, their hearts connected by a shared journey of dreams and determination. The legacy they had built together would endure, carried forward by the love and pride that bound them. And as they stood there, basking in the radiance of their achievement.

I’m also happy because Mama and I are together again! Finally.

I am happy but my heart feels differently. I feel so empty inside.

I moved my eyes and landed exactly on Carla who fell into the pool!

It seemed normal because the other people in the pool laughed and laughed, but how he deliberately pushed Carla was different.

I looked around. Freeda is the closest to him. I approached there. “What happened?” Carla looked at Freeda angrily. “That’s what you deserve bitch.” Freeda said enough just for Carla to hear it.

“Hey! What happened? Why did you push?” I wonder here.

You can see his anger because his face is red.

“Whatever! Whatever comes out of your mouth! I’m sorry I shouldn’t imitate you in flirting and seducing Hades, I’m sorry for making a scene but I’m getting fed up with this girl with retouched breasts!” She said furiously.

I laughed at what he said. I looked at Carla. “Don’t worry I don’t hold grudges to clients even though they talked back at me. I won’t ban you.” I said chuckling.

“I won’t get banned because I won’t come back here! It’s your time! It’s so cheap!” He said it when he got out. Freeda was about to start when I blocked it.

“Then allow me to throw you outside.” I smiled sweetly then turned to the guards.

I stood in the corner of the bustling party, surrounded by laughter and the vibrant energy of the crowd. As I scanned the room, my gaze fell upon Carla, the girl I had never quite seen eye to eye with. We had clashed on numerous occasions, our personalities and opinions often at odds.

But tonight, as luck would have it, Carla had just announced her departure from the party. Relief washed over me, and a small smile tugged at the corner of my lips. Finally, I would have a moment of respite, a chance to enjoy the gathering without the tension that seemed to follow whenever she was around.

I watched as Carla exchanged brief pleasantries with the host and made her way towards the exit. Her departure felt like a weight lifted from my shoulders, like a breath of fresh air in a room that had grown stuffy. I could already feel a sense of ease settling in, the freedom to let loose and immerse myself in the festivities.

As Carla disappeared from sight, a sense of liberation surged through me. I had often found myself on edge in her presence, our interactions filled with subtle jabs and veiled animosity. It was exhausting, draining my energy and dampening my enjoyment of social gatherings.

But now, with Carla gone, I felt a newfound lightness. I could engage in conversations without the underlying tension, connect with friends old and new, and revel in the joyous atmosphere that enveloped the party. I could truly be myself without the constant need to defend my opinions or navigate her passive-aggressive comments.

I took a deep breath, relishing the freedom that Carla’s absence provided. It was as if a cloud had lifted, revealing a clear, starry sky above. I allowed myself to mingle, to laugh unabashedly, and to fully embrace the present moment.

As the night carried on, I found myself immersed in vibrant conversations, forging connections with like-minded individuals. The laughter and camaraderie flowed effortlessly, unburdened by the lingering discomfort that Carla had often brought to social gatherings.

With each passing moment, my relief deepened, as did my appreciation for the genuine connections I was forming. I realized that Carla’s departure had opened up space for positivity, for meaningful interactions that added value to my evening.

As the party began to wind down, I felt a sense of gratitude for the turn of events. Carla’s absence had inadvertently granted me an opportunity to experience the gathering in its true essence—a celebration of friendship, laughter, and shared experiences.

Leaving the party with a contented smile on my face, I carried with me a renewed sense of joy and freedom. Carla’s departure had allowed me to fully immerse myself in the celebration, reminding me of the importance of surrounding myself with positive influences and nurturing relationships that uplifted my spirit.

As I stepped into the night, I felt a renewed appreciation for the moments of tranquility and connection that awaited me. The relief I felt from Carla’s absence served as a reminder to cultivate an environment where I could thrive, where positivity and authenticity would be the guiding forces in my social interactions.

Caught Carla leaving my hotel.

She really can’t be nice in just a minute. I just thanked him then she’s being trashy again.

“Fat face. He wasn’t invited here and then he came here just to lead me! Don’t let him dictate to me! It’s Hades who is attracting me!” I looked at it. “Oh, you’re surprised, aren’t you!? He’s the one chasing me, not me! Tsk!” I laughed listening to him while complaining.

The smile on my lips disappeared when I saw the first man who turned me on.

“I want to talk to the owner.” The guy said. The news paper was covering his face while sitting on the sofa in his hotel room.

The manager told me there was a guest who wanted to see me. I told them that I was busy. Many people have booked and I am taking care of reservations. But this one doesn’t want to wait. So I was forced to go.

“I’m here. What’s wrong?” I wonder how to get there. He dropped the news paper and our eyes met.

Afternoon he is like that.

“Ms. Athena we can leave you alone.” The manager told me then left.

What kind of trick is this?

He’s giving me the same look like what he did last night.

Yes. Last night was so awkward.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, my eyes unintentionally drawn to my ex across the room. There he was, standing amidst a sea of faces, completely oblivious to my gaze. It was as if time stood still, and the memories of our past relationship flooded my mind, threatening to overwhelm me.

Every so often, our eyes would meet, sparking a mix of emotions within me. Awkwardness mingled with curiosity as I wondered what he was thinking, how he had fared since we last spoke. Did he still carry the remnants of our time together, or had he moved on as effortlessly as it seemed?

I tried to divert my attention, to focus on the conversations and laughter around me, but the gravitational pull of our shared history was undeniable. The longer I looked, the more I noticed the subtle changes in his appearance—the new hairstyle, the hint of a smile playing on his lips. It was both familiar and foreign, a reminder of how much time had passed since we went our separate ways.

As I continued to steal glances, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of vulnerability. Our breakup had left wounds that were slow to heal, scars that still held a certain tenderness. The moments we shared, both good and bad, etched themselves deep within me, and now, in this unexpected encounter, they resurfaced, threatening to unravel the composure I had fought so hard to regain.

I wondered if he too felt the weight of our shared history, if he was experiencing the same wave of emotions crashing over him. Did he recognize the significance of our chance meeting, or was it just another fleeting moment in his day?

Silently, I chastised myself for allowing these thoughts to consume me, for letting his presence affect my composure. I reminded myself that I had grown, that I had embarked on a journey of self-discovery and personal growth since our paths diverged. I had become someone stronger, someone who could stand on her own two feet, separate from the shadow of our past.

Yet, despite my resolve, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. It was a dance of curiosity and discomfort, a silent dialogue unfolding within me. I questioned if I had truly moved on, if the tendrils of our connection still held me captive. Or perhaps it was merely the intrigue of the familiar, the remnants of a love that once burned brightly.

As the evening wore on, the intensity of my gaze waned, replaced by a sense of resignation. I had acknowledged his presence, allowed the memories to resurface, but now it was time to release the hold he had on my thoughts. It was time to reclaim my focus, to immerse myself fully in the present moment.

With a deep breath, I redirected my attention, embracing the conversations and laughter that surrounded me. I reminded myself that I was more than the lingering glances and the history we shared. I was a person capable of growth, of forging new connections, and of creating my own story—one that didn’t depend on the presence or absence of an ex-lover.

And so, with each passing moment, I reclaimed my power, grounding myself in the present. The awkward glances became fleeting glimpses, mere reminders of the past. As I moved forward, I carried with me the lessons learned, the strength gained, and the hope for a future unburdened by the weight of what once was.

As I remember he walked right in at my event looking like he freaking owns my hotel. It came late because they wanted a grand entrance.

“Iho!” His mother shouted from behind. “Omg! Fertine! Wilder! What is he doing here?” Freeda whispered.

I swallowed hard. I can’t even think of what she is saying. I study him.

He’s taller and leaner now! His face matured too but it’s still the same face that I fell in love with.

He was wearing a black suit. The look is very formal and it suits him. Her hair is also brushed up.

He got the same beautiful eyes, pointed nose and luscious lips.

Nothing has changed in its complexion because it is still the same.

He hugged his mother and smiled at his father as well. He shook hands with others at the table.

His behavior is calculated if you look at it, as if he gave every move.

He’s still handsome.

Dad called me.”Athena! Come here!”

Shit.

I do not want! I don’t want to go near where they are. I’m not ready to face him yet.

But why is he here? I knew this would happen. I shouldn’t have gone back here to the Philippines. If not only for Nona I would go here. But he needs treatment here. We went to the biggest hospital in the Philippines because of their pediatrics associates.

I heard they are really good, and since I’m worried sick about Nona’s condition. I wanted her to get treated as soon as possible. I don’t want her to have my disorder. It would be hard for her as a child. Although I’ve been traumatized before because of unfortunate events. I made sure that Nona’s childhood is nothing like mine.

I want her to have everything that she wants, besides I have my own business now. With the help of my biological father I try to build a name of my own.

After what happened to me and Wilder before. I found out that I have a personality disorder. The part of me that is a nerd and the one that suppresses my memories of trauma is the nymphomaniac. I have no idea that I have a split personality disorder. I just found out when Hades noticed it.

He asked me kindly if I want to go see a psychiatrist. I agreed, I was so scared of my own thoughts, terrified of myself.

But I did it for my child. It was hard to be pregnant when I was trying to fix myself. Trying to treat and come to terms with my other personality.

The first two months that I was pregnant I was so moody and my split personality is getting worse. It keeps on showing up and taking control everytime, good thing Hades is always by my side. I still.cany believe he is my brother, that explains how he cares about me.

I can’t say I’m completely treated but we are trying to get there. I’m still trying to make it better for my child.

Nona, she said she met someone at the hospital, a nice doctor. Wish I could have met that nice doctor.