Macy Bianca Cruz… a woman who has everything anyone could ever ask for. Any sane person would even kill just to be in her state. But, if Macy will be given a chance to rewrite her life story just what she is doing as an Editor-in-Chief slash part-time writer, she would gladly revise some parts of it. Don’t let yourself be deceived of what your naked eyes can see. Because just like the quotation stated “Grass is always greener on the other side of the land.” Know more of her real self and struggles in life as she unfolds it before your very eyes.

Exes' Baggage And More

Andrew woke up with Macy still asleep in his arms. He smiled slightly and tightened his grip on her. He gently caressed the woman's right arm that was wrapped around his stomach. Before going back to sleep, he removed the IV needle from Macy's hand. Apart from running out of intravenous fluids, she also said that she felt uncomfortable sleeping with intravenous needles. He did it carefully because he didn't want to make her bleed. 


Macy slightly squirmed in his arms and instead hid her face in Andrew's neck because the sunlight made her uncomfortable. His smile grew wider. He kissed Macy's forehead softly. 


Macy just mumbled. But it seemed that the woman had no intention of getting up. Andrew chuckled. 


"That's good. So, today you can rest at home. Without thinking about work." 


Chapter One Hundred Seventeen