"5, I met you. Understood that I was born to marry you. You were silent, you were shy. But I managed to make you be my friend.

At age 13, I fell in love with you. I loved your cheeky smile.  I loved the way I am the only person you rely on.

At age 17, I became yours and promised myself to you. I pledged to wait for you no matter how long. You were sweet, caring, and treated me like I'm the only woman in your world.

At age 18, you left. Moving to another country to meet the future that you are born to. I waited but you hardly called.

At age 25, you came back for me, but you're not the man I knew.
From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. It was okay. Everything was great. I loved him as we played on the playgrounds, as we watched grow up- and he loved me. Suddenly, he left with his father to go to Italy leaving me behind for seven years, he came back but he wasn't the same.
From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. I was happy to be his. But he was no longer the man who I was betrothed to"

His betrothed

　　I listened to the reports of each of my staff in their respective companies under my name. Some are stating their propositions in regard to new projects, hoping for my approval on each one of them. I tried my best to keep the focus on the meetings for the whole day, waiting for the time to pass and all this to be over. Handling all these and works we do outside from all this, what is even the point?


　　It has been more than a year and a half since Jean left and yet I cannot still keep my mind off of her. I drown myself in alcohol and cigarettes to keep myself from thinking of her but she always manages to make her way through. I hardly even had any sleep since then. I have not been with or had another woman ever since. I still think I would betray her if I did, unconsciously hoping that she would come back, though it is too obvious to think that it could be true.


Chapter 40