Chapter 20
Lunch in the Office…
In the company cafeteria, Anya and Cris were just settling down with their trays when Jasper waved at them from across the room.
"Hey, Anya! Cris!" he called, smiling brightly, walking over with his workmates.
"Hello, Ma'am," Jasper's coworkers greeted politely with playful grins.
"Mmmhh, we're having a dinner party later," Jasper said, his eyes glinting. "Come with us. Cris, you're free, right?"
"Yes! I'm in," Cris said immediately, nudging Anya. "How about you, Anya?" she teased with a smirk.
"Huh? Mmmhh… I already have plans," Anya replied, caught off guard.
"Ohhh nooo," Jasper groaned in mock disappointment. "You promised me last time! Come on, don't make excuses. Just this once—join us! I'm sure you'll have fun. Let's sing karaoke! Loosen up a little."
Anya glanced at Cris, then at Jasper, and sighed with a shy smile. "Alright, alright… I'm in."
"Woooow! Nice! Glad to hear it!" one of Jasper's coworkers cheered. "See you later, Ma'am!"
Jasper chuckled, clearly happy. "Anya, Cris—we're heading out now to check on the site. Enjoy your lunch, girls. See you later!" he said with a warm smile before leaving with his team.
Anya and Cris exchanged knowing looks as the boys walked off.
After Office Hours
"Hey, Anya! Cris!" Jasper called out with a cheerful smile as he approached them in the parking lot.
"Hey, Jasper! Where are the others?" Cristine asked, glancing around.
"They already went ahead to the restaurant," Jasper replied, still smiling and clearly excited. "That's why I stayed—waiting for you two. Let's go!"
As they approached Jasper's car, Cristine's eyes widened. "Wait… is that your car?! Jasper, are you secretly a rich kid or something?" she teased, amazed.
"Haha, not really," Jasper said, a bit shy. "My dad owns a small business. He gave me this car as a graduation gift."
Cristine let out a playful laugh. "Wow, so bongga! Fancy and generous!"
Jasper chuckled at her energy while unlocking the doors. Cristine hopped into the front passenger seat, still chatting away, while Anya quietly settled into the back.
As Jasper started the engine, he glanced into the rearview mirror. His eyes caught Anya gazing out the window silently, the soft light of sunset casting a glow on her face. He smiled to himself, heart fluttering just a bit.
At the Restaurant – Exclusive Group Room
"Hey guys! Welcome, Ma'am Cris and Ma'am Anya!" one of Jasper's workmates greeted warmly as he opened the door to their private function room.
"Hello everyone!" Cristine and Anya greeted in unison, smiling politely as they stepped inside.
"This is Bert—the birthday boy today, and also the genius architect of our team," Jasper announced proudly.
"Hi, I'm Cris, and this is my friend Anya," Cristine introduced, giving a shy but friendly smile.
"Thank you, Ma'am Cris, Ma'am Anya. Glad you could join us," Bert said with a nod and a grateful grin.
"Let's start eating and drinking!" someone from the group chimed in, as the table filled with food and drinks.
Everyone dove into the delicious meal, laughter and conversation filling the room. After a while, the karaoke machine lit up, and some of Jasper's colleagues started singing, passing the mic around and cheering each other on. A few ordered rounds of beer, but Anya politely stuck to soft drinks—so did Jasper.
"Excuse me, Cris, Jasper—I'll just go to the bathroom for a bit," Anya said softly, standing from the table.
"Sure!" Cristine replied, too caught up in an animated chat with Bert to notice the look Jasper gave as he watched Anya walk away.
He smiled quietly to himself, his eyes lingering just a moment too long.
Anya in the Lobby
Anya walked slowly through the hotel lobby after using the comfort room, her steps calm, unaware of what awaited her.
"Anya!" someone called.
She turned around, surprised by the familiar voice. A man stood a few feet away, waving slightly. His face looked vaguely familiar—until it clicked.
"It's me—Daniel. Dave's cousin," the man said, smiling.
"Oh! Yes! Of course… How are you?" Anya replied, still taken aback.
"I'm good. I'm here with Dave, actually. He's in the other function room with my cousin—his close friend," Daniel explained casually. "What about you? What are you doing here?"
"Uh…" Anya hesitated, feeling something strange stir in her chest. "I'm with my workmates. We're here for a birthday dinner."
She tried to smile, but her heart began to sink. Wait... he's here? But he told me he had a family thing—nothing planned…
"Mmm… is it your birthday today, Daniel?" she asked, trying to stay calm.
Daniel looked confused. "Huh? You didn't know? It's Dave's farewell party... You didn't know yet?"
Anya froze, her heart skipping a beat. "What?" she whispered.
Daniel studied her face. "I thought he told you. He's leaving soon. That's why we're all here tonight…"
Anya's lips parted slightly, but no words came out. He didn't tell me… why didn't he tell me?
Before she could process more, another voice called out.
"Daniel! Hey bro!" Dave called out as he walked up to them.
Dave froze when he saw Anya. "Anya?" His surprise was genuine. "What are you doing here?"
Daniel gave him a look, then glanced back at Anya. "Ohh... well, I guess the lovebirds have some talking to do." He patted Dave on the shoulder and walked away, leaving the two standing in the tension that now filled the lobby.
Anya turned to face Dave, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're having a farewell party... and I had to find out from your cousin?"
Anya took a shaky breath. "What am I doing here? No—what are you doing here, Dave? Celebrating your own farewell without even telling me?"
Dave's face fell. "Anya, please—let me explain—"
"No, wait. Just—don't." Her voice cracked. "You told me you had a sudden family thing. Was that a lie? You didn't even tell me about this. Am I really that unimportant to you?"
Dave stepped closer, guilt all over his face. "It wasn't like that. I didn't mean to hide it—"
"Then why did you?" Anya's voice trembled now. "Am I just… the last person who's always left in the dark? You made me feel like a fool tonight."
Tears welled up in her eyes, and her voice dropped to a whisper. "I thought I was your love…"
Dave reached out instinctively, but Anya took a step back.
Anya turned to leave, her eyes stinging with tears, but Dave stepped in front of her.
"Anya, please… just hear me out—" he pleaded, gently holding her arm.
"For what?" she snapped, pulling away. "To hear more lies? Don't touch me!"
Dave's voice trembled. "Please, Anya… let me explain—"
Before he could finish, a calm but firm voice cut through the tension.
"Excuse me, sir. Let the girl go. She's clearly upset," said a man nearby.
Dave turned to see Jasper standing protectively near Anya. The same Jasper who always walked with her after work. The one who brought her chocolate bars without saying much. Suddenly, everything made sense—and it stung.
Dave's eyes narrowed. "Hey man, this is between me and her. Stay out of it."
Jasper stepped forward slightly. "Doesn't look like she wants to be around you. Are you okay, Anya?" he asked gently.
Anya, now silently crying, nodded but didn't speak. Jasper's jaw clenched, the sight of her tears hitting something deep inside him. He looked at Dave with a mix of quiet fury and long-held jealousy.
"Come on, Anya…" Dave said softly, stepping toward her again. His voice was low, almost pleading.
But Anya didn't look at him. Her arms were crossed tightly, like she was holding herself together.
"Don't touch her, man," Jasper snapped. "If she's your girlfriend—why is she crying?"
The words hung heavy in the air.
"Stop it!" Anya shouted, her voice cracking under the weight of pain. "Just stop all of this, Dave. Let's break up!"
Her words hit the air like glass shattering.
Dave froze. His lips parted slightly, but no sound came out. Just silence — stunned, heavy silence.
Anya's chest rose and fell rapidly as tears welled up in her eyes. "I kept waiting, Dave. Waiting for you to tell me the truth. To include me. To see me," she said, her voice trembling. "But you didn't. I was just a shadow in your story. A secret."
Dave stepped forward, barely able to breathe. "Anya, no... please. Don't say that. I messed up, yes, but I—"
"You lied, Dave." Her voice cracked again. "You lied right to my face. And now I'm the one who looks like a fool in front of everyone."
Jasper stood quietly nearby, tense, eyes flicking between them, ready to step in if needed — but respecting her space.
Dave tried again, softer this time. "It wasn't supposed to be like this. I didn't know how to tell you... I thought I was protecting you."
Anya gave a sad, bitter laugh through her tears. "No, Dave. You were protecting yourself. And now, I need to protect me."
A beat.
She took one shaky step back. "We're done."
Then she turned, brushing past Jasper without a word, and walked away — shoulders straight, head high, though her tears still fell.
Dave stood there in the dim glow of the restaurant entrance — broken, silent, and utterly alone.
"Anya—wait," Jasper called out gently, jogging to catch up.
She didn't stop. The city lights blurred as her tears fell faster, her steps unsteady but determined. Her arms crossed tightly over her chest like she was trying to hold herself together.
"Anya, please," he said again, this time closer.
She slowed, finally stopping near the sidewalk's edge, breathing hard. Her back was to him, her shoulders trembling.
Jasper hesitated, then spoke, voice low. "I didn't follow you to get in the middle of anything. I just… I didn't want you to be alone."
Silence.
He stepped closer, not too close. "I saw the way you looked tonight. I knew something was wrong. And when I saw him make you cry… I couldn't just watch."
Anya turned slowly, her eyes red and shining under the streetlight. "Why do you even care, Jasper?" she asked, voice raw. "You barely know me."
Jasper met her gaze, his own voice quiet and steady. "Maybe. But I've seen enough to care. Every day — your smile when you're tired, the way you give more than you get, how you thank me every time I hand you a chocolate bar like it actually means something."
A soft, shaky breath left her lips. "It does mean something."
They stood there in the middle of a quiet street — the noise of the restaurant fading behind them, the world slowing down just for a moment.
Jasper continued, his voice even softer now. "You don't deserve to be someone's second thought, Anya. You deserve to be chosen. Always."
Anya stared at him, words failing her.
Then, without a word, she stepped forward and gently leaned into his chest. Not a kiss. Not a promise. Just a moment of quiet comfort — of not being alone.
And Jasper, quietly, just wrapped his arms around her — no pressure, no expectations. Just a place to rest.
Chapter 21
At the lunch...
Christine:
"Hey Anya, what's up? Where've you been? Were you with Jasper last night?" she joked, teasingly.
"Hey… what happened to your face? You look like you're carrying the grief of the whole world. What's going on?"
Anya:
"Mmhhh… I'm sorry, sis. I passed out last night. I just got up…" Anya said, her voice breaking as she started crying.
Christine:
"Oh no… is this about Dave?" Christine asked, her tone shifting to concern and guilt.
Anya:
"Yeah, sis…" Anya sobbed quietly.
Christine:
"Wait, don't cry here. Everyone's watching—we're in the cafeteria." Christine gently tried to calm her.
Just then, someone approached their table.
Jasper:
"Hey, ladies!" he greeted cheerfully, then glanced at Christine, sensing the mood shift.
"What's going on?"
Christine subtly motioned to Jasper to stay quiet.
Jasper (softly):
"Mmhh… I got some tickets from our boss's client earlier—it's for a comedy-action film. I have three tickets. Want to watch after work?"
Christine (quickly):
"Oh, that's perfect! Let's go, Anya!" she said, trying to lift the mood.
Anya nodded, wiping her tears. A small smile formed as she chatted with Jasper, the mood lightening with his jokes.
Beep beep.
Dave flooded Anya's phone with messages.
Dave's messages:
"Bhebhe, I'm sorry. Let's talk in person. Please answer my call. Just hear me out, let me explain…"
But Anya turned off her phone. She had already decided—tonight was about catching up, unwinding, and healing. She headed out with Christine and Jasper to watch a movie.
At the movie theater…
Anya sat in the middle. Christine was on her left, Jasper on her right, all three of them with popcorn and drinks in hand. Laughter and excitement filled the air as the movie played. For a while, Anya forgot the pain—she smiled, laughed, even joked a little.
After the movie, they went out for a late dinner. Jasper then offered to drop them home. He dropped Christine off first, and Anya last.
Jasper:
breaking the silence softly
"Take care, Anya. Get some good sleep. See you tomorrow."
Anya:
"Thanks, Jasper… for tonight. For cheering me up."
She stepped out of the car with a gentle smile.
"Good night."
Jasper gave a short nod and drove away into the night.
As Anya turned toward her home, a figure stepped into the light.
Dave:
"Anya…"
She stopped, startled.
Dave (jealous and tense):
"Who was that guy? Is it really that late and you're with him? All this time?"
Anya (frustrated):
"Dave, stop. Just give me space."
She looked tired, emotionally drained.
Dave:
"So that's it? We broke up because you found someone else? Because you like him?"
Anya (coldly):
"Don't turn this around on me."
Dave (pleading, eyes watery):
"Anya, you know how much I love you. I just… I didn't know how to tell you the truth. I didn't want to hurt you. I thought I could find the right time… Please."
His voice cracked as tears streamed down.
Dave steps in front of Anya, blocking her path—just to hold her for a moment.
Dave (desperate):
"Anya… please. Just listen—"
Anya (firm, voice rising):
"Did you hear me, Dave? I said I'm done."
She stares at him, hurt but unwavering.
"I've had enough. I don't need to hear any more of your excuses, your alibis. I'm tired of always trying to understand you."
Dave (shaken):
"But—"
Anya (cutting him off, voice cold):
"Come on, Dave. Let's face it—we're not even on the same level anymore."
She steps past him, leaving him speechless.
Suddenly—
BAM!
A fist slams into Dave's jaw. He stumbles back in shock and pain.
Dave:
"Agh—what the hell—?!"
Jasper storms in, eyes blazing. He had returned because Anya forgot her purse in his car—only to find Dave laying hands on her.
Jasper (furious):
"What the hell is wrong with you?! Didn't you hear her? She said stop!"
Jasper steps forward, fists clenched, breathing heavily. His eyes burning.
Jasper:
"Did you not hear her, Dave?! She said she's done!"
Dave (furious, wiping his lip):
"You don't get to interfere—this is between us!"
Jasper (stepping closer):
"No. You lost that right the moment you disrespected her. I saw the way you cornered her—like she owes you something."
Anya, stunned, stands frozen for a second, then pulls Jasper's arm.
Anya (soft but firm):
"Jasper, stop. He's not worth it."
Jasper looks at her, calming down, then turns back to Dave.
Jasper (quiet, intense):
"If you ever come near her like that again… you'll have to deal with me."
Dave looks away, jaw clenched, shame mixing with rage.
Anya and Jasper walk away, leaving Dave alone under the dim streetlight.
CHAPTER 22
ANYA'S OLD ROOM – PROVINCE – DAY
Before arriving, Anya sends a message to her friend, Christine.
TEXT MESSAGE:
Sis, I'm going on leave for two weeks. I told my boss I needed time off. I hope you understand—I need to go back to the province to heal.
There might not be internet where I'm going. See you when I get back. 💛
PROVINCIAL HOUSE – DAY
Anya steps off the tricycle and walks up the familiar path. The cool breeze and the scent of grass welcome her home. Her grandmother, Momeyla, steps out of the house, surprised but smiling.
Grandma (warmly):
"Ohhh, my dear apo… why this sudden visit?"
Anya (hugging her tight):
"I missed you, Momeyla… and I needed to be here."
She holds on a little longer, breathing in the peace she's longed for.
Grandma (softly, sensing something):
"Something's troubling you, isn't it? Don't worry, I'll cook your favorite dish."
Anya (smiling through a deep breath):
"Really? I've missed it so much."
Grandma (with loving eyes):
"Alright, go and fix your things upstairs. I'll call you down once the food is ready, okay, my Ana?"
Anya:
"Thank you, Momeyla."
She smiles and heads up the stairs.
ANYA'S OLD ROOM – DAY
The door creaks open. Dust lingers in the light coming through the window. The room is simple, untouched—exactly how she left it years ago.
Anya gently places her bag down, slowly opens the wooden cabinet, and begins putting her clothes away. She pauses, breathes deeply. A tear slips down her cheek—soft, unforced.
Anya (softly to herself):
"I missed this place. I'm so tired of the city. I just want to sleep… eat… listen to the birds again."
She walks to the window and opens it. The breeze greets her face—cool and clean. From there, she sees the overlooking view of the mountains of Bukidnon—green, vast, and quiet. Peaceful.
MOMEYLA'S HOUSE – LATE AFTERNOON
Anya lies on the bed in her childhood room. She closes her eyes. For the first time in a long time… she feels safe.
Her breathing slows, and without realizing it, she drifts off to sleep.
MOMEYLA'S VOICE OFFSCREEN
Momeyla (softly knocking):
"Anya... Anya, wake up, apo... Come down now, the early dinner is ready."
Anya slowly opens her eyes, the peacefulness still clinging to her.
Anya (groggy but smiling):
"Ohh... thanks, Momeyla."
DINING AREA – EARLY DINNER TIME
The table is set with warm dishes—soup, vegetables, native rice cakes. The maid gently places a teapot and cups on the side.
Anya (savoring a spoonful):
"Ohhhh… I missed this soup so much. Everything tastes so fresh. Thank you, Momeyla… I love all the food."
Momeyla smiles, sitting across from her with gentle eyes full of quiet concern.
Momeyla (softly):
"My Anya… you don't have to wait until you're completely exhausted to come here.
You're always welcome, apo.
If you're tired—tired in the heart—just come home.
You know I'm always here, listening. Okay, my dear?"
Anya's eyes well up. She sets down her spoon, stands, and walks over to hug her grandmother tightly. Her shoulders shake as the tears fall.
Anya (whispers):
"Momeyla… I didn't know it would hurt like this. I didn't think I'd feel this broken."
Momeyla (stroking her hair):
"Ohh, my poor apo... you must've really loved that man deeply.
And that's why it hurts.
But I pray you heal soon. Sometimes, a good cry and a proper talk help ease the heaviness."
Anya sobs quietly. The ache, the heartbreak, all flow out in her tears.
Momeyla (gently):
"Let the tears fall, anak… Cry until your heart feels lighter. That's how healing begins."
MOMEYLA'S HOUSE – MORNING
Birds chirp. "Tweet tweet!" The sound of early morning fills the air.
Man's Voice (calling out):
"Anya! Anya! Good morning! Momeyla, is Anya here?"
Momeyla (smiling from the doorway):
"Ohhh, Macky! Yes, she's here, apo. You'll find her in her room—go on in."
ANYA'S ROOM
Anya is sitting by the window when she hears the familiar voice.
Anya (turning with a smile):
"Macky?! How are you?"
Standing at the door is Macky, her childhood best friend, holding a small bunch of flowers. He smiles, a little shyly.
Macky (teasing):
"Still beautiful as ever, Anya. So… I guess something happened, huh?
Let me guess—a guy broke your heart again? Good! Maybe now you'll remember I exist!"
He laughs, nudging her shoulder gently.
Anya (laughing):
"You ha, Macky! You never change."
Macky (grinning):
"I told you—if you ever say yes, I'd marry you right on the spot!"
He holds out the flowers with a big smile.
"For my Anya."
Anya (laughing, accepting them):
"Ohh, thanks, Macky. There you go again—always joking.
You've always felt like a brother to me, ever since we were little."
MOMEYLA FROM OUTSIDE THE ROOM
"Haha! Hey, Macky, don't just stand there making her laugh!
Take Anya out—go to the falls. She's been cooped up in that room all day!"
WALKING TO THE FALLS – SHORTLY AFTER
Macky (walking beside Anya):
"Let's visit Inday. I know she'd love to see you.
Can you believe she has three kids now?
And you'll never guess—she ended up marrying that guy who always fought in high school."
Anya (giggling):
"Wait… you mean Bong?! That crazy one?"
Macky (laughing):
"Yep! Bong. The one who always had a black eye and still blamed everyone but himself!"
Anya (laughing, happy):
"Hahaha! I can't believe it. Wow… it's been so long. This feels good, Macky."
At Inday's House
"Anya! You haven't changed at all—still so pretty! No wonder Macky's still single. He's been waiting for you all these years," Inday teased as she opened the door.
"You, Inday, you're still the same—always teasing me!" Anya laughed, hugging her. "And look at you! Still beautiful inside and out. And now, three kids with Bong? That's a surprise. I always thought he was your worst enemy, now he's your husband?"
"Haha! Life's funny, right? From enemies to soulmates!" Inday joked.
"Hey, hey! I'm still here!" Macky called out, entering with a grin and a food basket in hand. "Brought food from Momelya!"
"Ohhh, my favorite dish!" Inday's eyes lit up. "Anya, you should come here more often. That way I get food from Momelya too! You know, it's too far for me to go there, and Macky doesn't visit me much—afraid my husband might get jealous!" she winked.
"Hey now!" Macky laughed. "Every time I pass by, you're shouting at your kids—I don't want to interrupt the chaos!"
Anya smiled warmly. "I miss this. Nothing's changed… the way we all talk and tease each other."
"I heard you came back because your heart got broken…" Inday's tone softened. "Who's the lucky—or unlucky—guy?"
"Yeah," Macky added. "Our lovely Anya got her heart crushed by some ugly guy. I'm obviously the more handsome one!" he teased.
"Stop it," Anya said quietly, her smile fading. "It wasn't just heartbreak—it was like losing a piece of my soul."
Silence hung briefly in the air.
"How long are you staying here?" Inday asked gently.
"Mmm... maybe two weeks… or forever," Anya replied with a playful shrug.
"Whoa! I'll tell my tatay to sell his land so we can finally get married!" Macky joked with a big grin.
"Hoy, Macky!" Inday laughed. "I know you've had a crush on Anya since we were kids, but let's be real—she sees you like a brother. Still, you're cool about it. I know it hurts, but you're always smiling like it doesn't."
Macky pretended to wince. "Mmmph… it hurts, Inday. It really does."
Everyone burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha! Hoy, Macky! Drama king ka talaga!" Inday said, wiping tears from her eyes from laughing too hard.
The children playing nearby giggled, caught up in the adults' joy. One of them, little Lino, ran up and hugged Anya's leg.
"Tita Anya, are you staying here forever?" he asked sweetly.
Anya bent down and scooped him up into her arms. "Maybe… if you let me stay in your secret hideout," she teased, poking his nose.
The simple warmth, the laughter, the innocent joy of the kids—it all wrapped around Anya like a soft blanket. For the first time in weeks, the heaviness in her chest loosened.
She looked at Macky and Inday, both still chuckling. These were her people. The ones who knew her before the world got too complicated.
"Thank you," she said softly, more to herself than anyone else. "I think I needed this."
Macky looked at her with a gentle smile. "That's why you're here. To remember you're not alone."
Anya nodded, holding Lino tighter.
And just like that, her pain began to feel a little lighter. Not gone—but easier to carry.
Chapter 23
Two Weeks Later
At the Office…
"Hello Anya, welcome back!" her colleagues greeted her warmly inside the comfort room.
"Thank you," Anya replied, smiling brightly. She stepped out into the lobby, heading to her office, when suddenly, she saw Jasper walking toward her.
"Hey, Anya! How are you? You're back—and blooming," Jasper said with a grin. "Keep it up. Let's have lunch later, okay? I have to go to the site now."
"Sure! See you later, Sir Architect," Anya teased, playfully saluting him.
Three hours before lunch…
Her office phone rang. It was the security guard from the entrance.
"Ma'am Anya, you have a parcel. Kindly claim it at the lobby."
Confused, Anya quickly made her way downstairs.
A parcel? Who would send me something?
"Ma'am Anya, please sign here," said the delivery guy, handing her a clipboard and a small box.
"Oh, right… Thanks," she said politely, then returned to her desk with the package in hand.
She opened it slowly. Inside was a single fresh red rose, and a folded card.
Her hands trembled slightly as she opened the letter.
"Hi Anya,
I hope someday you can forgive me. I tried calling you, but in the end, I decided to give you the space you needed.
I'm sorry I didn't tell you right away. Everything happened so fast. The farewell wasn't planned—it was a surprise arranged by my cousin.
My mom had been preparing for my departure to the U.S. so I could finish my studies. I wanted to tell you, I really did. But the timing was wrong… and I was scared.
It was hard to leave, especially without seeing you one last time.
I kept asking myself: What's the point of going if you're not by my side anymore?
And now... I don't have any more reasons to stay in the Philippines.
I wish you happiness. You'll always be in my heart—my first of everything. You taught me what love truly means.
Maybe by the time you read this, I'll already be on my flight. I cried as I left… but I had to.
I don't know if you'll wait for me. But still… I'm sorry, my dear Anya.
Love,
Dave"
Anya sat frozen at her desk, holding the letter close to her chest. Her smile slowly faded… replaced by the silent ache of goodbye. But somehow, her heart also felt lighter—like it finally understood.
Anya picked up her phone, her fingers shaking as she opened Messenger and searched for Mariam, Dave's older sister.
She tapped the call button.
"Hello, Ate Mariam… I'm sorry to disturb you," Anya said, her voice soft but urgent. "Do you know what time Dave's flight is today?"
There was a short pause on the other line.
"Oh… Anya, it's you?" Mariam sounded surprised. "Wait… aren't you with Dave?"
Anya's heart dropped. "No… I just got his letter and the rose. I didn't know he was leaving today."
Mariam sighed, her voice turning gentle. "His flight is at 1 PM today, departure from Manila."
Anya looked at the clock.
11:47 AM.
Her breath caught.
There's still time.
Anya rushed out of the office building, heart pounding. She flagged the first taxi she saw and jumped in, nearly breathless.
"Airport, please—fast as you can!" she said, clutching her phone and the letter tightly in her hand.
Traffic seemed to crawl, but her thoughts were racing. Please… let me make it. Just once, let him know how I feel…
At the airport...
Dave stood at the departure area with his parents and cousins. He hugged his dad and younger brother tightly, trying to stay composed.
"Take care of yourself, anak," his mother said, brushing a hand through his hair gently. "We'll miss you. Study well, okay?"
"I will, Mom," Dave answered softly.
Just then, a young woman rolled her suitcase toward them, smiling brightly. She stepped beside Dave and looped her arm around his.
"Tita, don't worry—I'll take care of Dave for you," the girl said cheerfully. "Right, Dave?"
Dave gave a timid smile, glancing down. He didn't reply, but he didn't pull away either.
From a short distance away…
Anya had just arrived. Her eyes scanned the crowd—and then she saw him.
Dave.
She opened her mouth to call out… but then she froze.
She saw the girl beside him, holding his arm. Laughing. Speaking to his family. Like she belonged there.
Anya's heart crumbled all over again.
No… why is she with him? Did I come too late?
She watched helplessly as Dave hugged his family one last time, then turned toward the gates.
The family waved goodbye—the girl and Dave walking side by side like a couple, their steps in sync, slowly disappearing into the terminal.
It was as if the whole world agreed with their story.
As if they were meant to leave… together.
Anya stood frozen in place, swallowed by the sea of travelers moving around her. Yet to her, everything had gone silent. The world blurred, the colors dulled, and the sounds faded into a distant hum.
Her vision stung as tears welled up and slid silently down her cheeks.
She didn't wipe them away.
She couldn't move.
She couldn't call out.
She just stood there—alone—watching the man she loved walk away with someone else.
Her chest ached like something inside had cracked wide open.
Her heart—shattered again.
And this time, she knew…
She might never get the chance to fix it.
Anya walked aimlessly through the busy streets, not knowing where she was heading. Her thoughts were blank, her heart heavy. The noise of the world around her felt distant, like she wasn't really there.
She didn't notice the familiar car that pulled up slowly beside her…
Beep! Beep!
"Anya!" Jasper called out from inside, but she didn't hear him.
Still walking.
Still lost.
Jasper quickly parked and got out of the car. He jogged toward her, concern growing on his face.
"Anya!" he called again, louder this time, reaching out to grab her gently by the arm. "Hey… are you okay?"
Anya finally stopped, blinking as if waking up from a trance. Her eyes met his, and something inside her cracked.
"Jasper…" she whispered, barely audible, her voice trembling.
Then came the tears—sudden, silent, and overwhelming. Her body shook as she broke down, no longer able to carry the weight of what she had seen.
Without a word, Jasper pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.
"It's okay," he murmured. "You don't have to say anything."
And for a while…
They just stood there, on that busy sidewalk—one holding on, and the other falling apart.
"Anya, let's go. I'll drive you either to the office or somewhere else where you can rest," Jasper said gently, helping her into the car.
"Here, drink this water," he added, handing her a bottle. She took it quietly, her hands still slightly trembling.
"It's a good thing I was heading to the site," Jasper continued. "I haven't seen you eat anything. I'm guessing you skipped lunch, right? Let's go grab something."
At the restaurant...
"I already ordered for you," Jasper said kindly as they sat down. "Just something simple. You need to eat something."
Anya gave him a faint, tired smile. "Thanks, Jasper… for everything," she said softly, eyes cast down.
Jasper leaned back in his chair, watching her with concern. "After this, just file under time for today. I'll wait for you by the corner near the company gate and take you home. You need to rest."
Anya didn't reply, just nodded quietly.
"Maybe tomorrow you'll feel a little better," Jasper added. "And I'll pick you up in the morning, okay?"
A pause, then gently:
"Oh Anya… don't feel so helpless. You're stronger than you think."
Jasper watched her carefully as she pushed her food around the plate.
"Anya," he said gently, "give me your number. I'll call you tomorrow morning to check in, make sure you're okay."
Anya nodded slowly, pulling out her phone with shaking fingers. "Alright… here." She handed it to him.
Jasper saved the number, then added, "Also, can you give me Christine's number? I'll message her about your undertime today. I'm sure she's worried about you too."
Anya managed a faint nod. "Okay… she'll understand."
Jasper reached across the table, his voice soft with concern. "You don't have to go through this alone, Anya."
She looked down, tears still slipping down her cheeks as she whispered, "Thanks, Jasper… for being here."
He didn't say anything more—he just stayed with her, letting the silence be a comfort rather than a weight.
Chapter 24
After One Year
"Hello, Anya! I'll come pick you and Christine up later, okay? I'm sure Mom will be so happy to see you both," Jasper said over the phone, his voice cheerful. "I've got two lovely lady friends today, huh?" he added with a teasing chuckle.
"You ha—okay," Anya replied with a laugh. "See you later."
"Bye!"
The call ended.
At Jasper's House...
A warm voice greeted from the doorway.
"Oh! Is that you, Anya?" Jasper's mom beamed as she opened the door. "Mmmhh... Jasper always mentions you, iha," she said with a smile.
"Ehem, ehem! Hello, Tita! It's me, Christine," Christine joked playfully, stepping forward. "Happy birthday, Tita!"
Jasper's mom laughed heartily. "Hello, Christine! So this is the cute friend my Jasper always talks about," she said, winking. "Come inside, come inside!"
Anya stepped in behind Christine. "Jasper, your mom is still so beautiful and full of charm," she said sincerely.
"That's why I'm this handsome—and here I am," Jasper said with a playful grin, giving Anya a quick wink.
Everyone laughed as warmth and ease settled into the room.
After the Party
"Ohhh Jasper, make sure my friend keeps smiling, as always—and drop her off properly, okay?" Christine teased, a little tipsy as Jasper helped her into her car.
"Yes, ma'am, Christine," Jasper said with a playful salute, grinning as she waved goodbye.
At Anya's Home...
"Thanks, Jasper, for always dropping me off," Anya said softly as they reached her house.
Instead of leaving right away, Jasper turned and walked with her toward the front steps.
"Anya… thank you for always smiling. It's been almost a year," Jasper said quietly, his voice gentle.
As they walked, Anya tripped slightly on a stone. Jasper quickly caught her before she could fall. Their eyes met—close, too close—and time slowed. Both could hear their hearts beating faster.
Jasper leaned in slightly, wanting to kiss her.
"Ohh… I'm sorry," Anya said, pulling back quickly, blushing deeply. "I… I have to go," she added shyly, turning toward her door.
"Mmmhh... Anya, wait," Jasper said, his tone sincere and vulnerable. "I'm sorry… but I have to tell you. I've liked you from the start. You've always been in my heart. I… I've fallen in love with you."
Anya's eyes widened. "Jasper… I… I'm not ready for a relationship," she said honestly, struggling to meet his eyes.
"It's okay," Jasper replied quickly. "Let me be the one to help you heal. Make me your boyfriend, even if you can't love me right away. You don't have to say it. I'll wait until you're ready. Let me be patient with you—soft, consistent. Give us three months… and if you're still not ready, I'll wait longer. Please, Anya."
Anya's eyes filled with tears, moved by his sincerity. "Jasper…" she whispered, overcome.
Jasper stepped forward and wrapped her in a warm, comforting hug.
"I understand," he said softly. "I'm not rushing you. I just want to be here, for you. I feel you."
In the Shadows…
Unseen by them, a man stood quietly in the distance, holding a small bouquet of flowers.
He watched the two together, saw the way Anya in Jasper's arms… and slowly, silently, he turned and walked away, leaving the flowers behind in the darkness.
Ring ring...
"Hello bro, this is Dave. Where are you now?" Dave asked over the phone.
"Ohhh, are you in the Philippines?" Daniel replied, surprised. "I'm at the old resto. I already called the boys. Are you staying for good?"
"Maybe not," Dave said. "Next week I'm heading back to the U.S. Anyway, see you later."
Daniel ended the call, got into his car, and started driving—taking a turn that led him down Anya's street.
As Daniel drove slowly down the familiar street, his eyes instinctively scanned the houses. Memories flooded back—the quiet evenings, the soft laugh, her smile.
Suddenly, he hit the brakes gently. At the far end of the street, under the dim glow of a streetlight, he saw someone.
It was Anya.
She was standing at her gate, talking to someone. A man.
Daniel's jaw clenched slightly as he recognized the guy—it was Jasper. He saw Jasper hand her something, maybe a small box or letter. Anya smiled softly, her eyes shy, her body language relaxed… comfortable.
Daniel watched silently from his car, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.
So… she moved on.
He took a deep breath, forcing a calm expression back onto his face. A bitter smile flickered on his lips as he whispered to himself, "I was too late again."
Without honking or making his presence known, Daniel slowly turned the car around and drove away.
His phone buzzed with a message from Dave:
"Resto in 15 mins. Bring your old fire. The boys miss you."
Daniel typed back,
"On my way."
But in his heart, the fire he once had flickered uncertainly—half-lit, half-lost in the shadows of a love that might have been.
Three months later…
Beep beep
A message lights up on Jasper's phone.
Anya:
Hello Jasper…
Mmmhh, do you have time tomorrow, Sunday?
Are you on-site, or do you have the day off?
If you're free, let me know
Jasper smiles as he reads her message. Without hesitation, he types back:
Jasper:
I'm free! It's okay, I'll pick you up at your house at 1 PM.
See you then
Beep beep — Anya reads his reply and softly smiles to herself, her heart fluttering a little.
She looks out the window, a gentle breeze brushing past her hair.
Three months—it's been quiet, steady, and safe. Jasper never rushed her. Never pushed. Just stayed.
And now, for the first time in a long while, she wanted to spend time with someone—not out of obligation, not out of guilt… but because her heart finally felt light again.
She whispered to herself, "Let's see where this day takes us…"
At the park…
Jasper returned from the refreshment stand, holding two iced teas. As he walked back, he caught a glimpse of Anya standing near the fountain, her white floral dress swaying softly in the breeze. She smiled as sunlight danced in her hair.
"So beautiful…" Jasper whispered to himself. "How I wish she could be mine."
He approached her with a soft grin.
"Here you go, Anya. For you, my dear," he said, offering the drink.
"Ohhh, thanks, Jasper," Anya replied warmly. "Thank you for bringing me here. I was supposed to be the one inviting you out, but you brought me to this beautiful place. I can feel the fresh air. It's peaceful."
"Actually, Bert told me about this spot," Jasper said, settling beside her on the bench. "He brings some clients here sometimes, and I thought you'd like it. Feels a bit like home—like Bukidnon. One day, I want to visit there… and meet your mom, Momeyla."
"Sure, sure!" Anya giggled. "I'll bring you there someday. I'm sure Momeyla would be happy to meet you."
Jasper smiled, his eyes gentle.
"Thanks for always being with me," Anya added, her voice soft and sincere.
"Of course," he replied. "You are my shining amore. But… I'm still waiting…" he added, half-joking, his laugh light and nervous.
"Jasper…" Anya looked at him, her voice playful. "Yes, my Anya?" he replied as he nibbled on a chocolate bite.
"You're so cute," she whispered, then leaned in and gave him a shy kiss on the cheek.
Jasper froze for a moment, surprised—his heart skipped.
Did she just…? Does that mean…?
He looked into her eyes, unsure if he was dreaming.
Anya grinned mischievously.
"Hahaha… Just a kiss on the cheek. You didn't like it?"
Jasper laughed, then replied with sincerity, "Hmmmp… of course I loved it."
He pulled her gently into a hug. "Thank you, Anya…" he whispered into her ear.
"Jasper…" Anya said, looking up at him. "Maybe… maybe it's the right time to love you back. My heart feels ready now."
Jasper felt his chest tighten with emotion.
"Anya… you deserve a love that's real. I love you. I love you more than words."
He kissed her cheek gently, his touch tender and respectful.
Anya giggled, her eyes bright as they met his. Slowly, as if time slowed around them, they leaned in—nervously, sweetly—and shared their first kiss.
Their hearts raced like teenagers in spring.
It was soft. Gentle. Full of meaning.
Anya felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach—and yet, somewhere deep in her heart, Dave's memory still lingered. A quiet echo of something that once was. But she could feel it now… that Jasper's love was healing something inside her. Steady. Real. Kind.
Maybe this was the start of something beautiful, she hoped.
After 5 years…
"Congratulations on your promotion, Anya. Good luck on your first day as our new VIP secretary," the HR head beamed. "I hope you'll team up well with your new boss. He might even be arriving today."
Anya smiled, adjusting her blazer, nerves fluttering in her chest.
But then she turned around—
It hit her like a wave of ice-cold water.
Her breath caught. Her heart raced.
"Oh no… Dave Nives."
Her mind screamed. Her body locked in place.
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime.
A tall, composed man stepped into the room. His presence shifted the air.
"Good morning, Sir Nives," the team greeted in unison.
Dave's voice, steady and familiar, echoed back.
"Good morning, everyone."
"And this," the HR head announced, "is Anya—your new secretary."
Dave's eyes met hers. Calm. Surprised. A hint of something unspoken.
"Hi, Anya. Good to see you."
He extended his hand.
Anya, still trembling, forced a smile. Slowly, her fingers reached his.
Their hands touched. The world paused. Sparks whispered between them.
SEE YOU SOON… IN SEASON 2.
3Months Love Contract
A chance neither expected.
Anya is longing for true love. Dave needs her to pretend to be his girlfriend—for just three months.
He says it's just business, but from the moment Dave laid eyes on her, something shifted. He doesn't know Anya yet, but it feels like love at first sight. What starts as a simple contract soon deepens into late-night conversations, lingering touches, and emotions neither of them expected. As the days slip by, their carefully drawn lines begin to blur.
Can a relationship born from convenience lead them to the love they've both been searching for?
3Months Love Contract By: Ann Buena
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