Lahat ng Kabanata ng Traded My Life for His First Love: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 8

Kenneth comforted Gigi tenderly, "Don't be afraid. I'm right here."I continued knocking on the door. As the joints in my fingers turned numb, my knocks became softer and softer. Finally, someone opened the door. Kenneth stood at the door. His shadow was cast right over my curled-up body. He demanded, "Give Gigi an open apology, and I will let you in."I leaned against the door frame, lifting my head to look at him. Throughout the last four years of our marriage, his face was the one I adored above all others. It just felt like I could gaze at him forever.However, now, the sight of his face was making my skin crawl."I did not do anything wrong, so I'm not going to apologize," I said.Then, Gigi's voice came from behind him. She said, "Don't make things difficult for her, Ken. It's fine if she doesn't want to apologize. I'll just bear the brunt of things. I'm fine with it…"Kenneth crouched down and clamped his hand around my jaw."Stop pretending like you're half-dead. Accor

Upon arriving at the hospital, the doctor pulled back the gauze. A dead silence fell over the emergency room for a brief moment. "The wound is severely infected. She needs surgical debridement immediately. If we wait a few more hours, she will lose this leg of hers." I lost consciousness. When I came to, the first thing I did was look down at my legs. Both my legs were still intact. Silent tears streamed down my face. Then, I heard the sound of people talking in the corridor. Someone said, "Mr. Scott, regarding your wife's emergency procedure—we need a family member's signature in order to proceed with the subsequent treatment plan…""Just hand it to me," Kenneth said. His voice carried a tinge of weariness. All of a sudden, Gigi screamed hysterically, "Ken, I'd rather be dead! My hand is going to be permanently scarred. How am I ever supposed to go back to dancing?"Kenneth dropped the pen immediately. "Doctor, the signature will have to wait. I need to go check on Gigi for

The news went viral in the third week after Estelle's disappearance. The hashtag, "#EarthquakeRuinsSurveillanceFootageExposed", dominated the top of the chart. The footage was retrieved from a surveillance camera around the ruins. It showed Gigi giving Estelle one hard shove the moment the earthquake happened.Estelle was shoved to the right, and her back slammed against a fallen storage rack while her right leg was stuck under a beam, pinning her down where she was.After she was pinned down by the beam, Kenneth rushed over, tossing down a rope and some tools. Instead of using them for herself, Estelle gave everything over to Gigi. The last part of the footage showed Estelle's entire ordeal. It showed her chipping off the broken concrete with a rebar and saving herself all on her own. Her hands were covered in blood. One by one, her fingernails broke, and her face was covered in dust and tears. Kenneth watched the footage over and over. His face turned whiter each time he watc

I watched as Kenneth was lifted into the ambulance. Deep down, there wasn't a rush of pleasure. I just felt tired. A month later, a brown envelope was placed at my door. I brought it indoors, finally opening it after sitting with it for a long while. At the very top was a signed divorce agreement. According to the agreement, all assets would belong to the female party while the male party had willingly surrendered all rights. Beneath the divorce agreement were the property ownership transfer documents. Kenneth had transferred the title of our matrimonial home to me. Next, there was a bank card. A note was stuck at the back, on which a password and the balance were written. It was a substantial sum of money. There was one more thing tucked under everything else. It was a photo of us from our wedding day. I flipped the photograph over. A single line of text was written on the back. It read, "I'm sorry I came an entire lifetime too late." I slipped the photograph back into t