Chapter 14: The woman from his past


    Earlier this morning, I got a call from my three best friends-sh- managers. Noelle, George and


    Arielle. Well not actually from all of them, it''s just Noelle... they wanted me to go to the mall for


    shopping, and shopping and non-stop shopping.


    It''s Saturday today, and it''s supposed to be my ''no work'', ''no stress'', ''no waking up early'' and ''no rolling


    my eyes'' day. See? even rolling my eyes is included to this early moment. I usually do that ''mentally'' in


    the office when I am in front of my jerk of a boss and sometimes in front of him when I know he''s not


    looking.


    But you know... thanks to these three girl-friends of mine, I had to wake up early, take a bath early and


    get ready for their non-stop pulling there, and everywhere. As if I have a choice.


    Uhm.. have I told you I am a fan of shorts? Especially denim shorts. And that''s what I chose to wear


    today, blue denim shorts with white spaghetti strapped-top. I just paired it with my nude t-sandals


    and very light makeup.


    After checking myself in the mirror for I don''t know how many times since this morning ( but I promise


    this would be thest time )... I winked at myself.


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    "Tsk.tsk.tsk. Why am I so beautiful?" I asked my reflection as I shook my head.


    Does it sound like I''m lifting my chair again? Well, if I wouldn''t tell myself first, then who would it be? My


    mom? Of course, she will, she''s my mother. But since she''s not here, let me take her job for a while


    and tell myself that I''m beautiful.


    "Good morning, Jamie." I greeted my t-mate when I found her in the living room.


    "Wow! Is that the new version of you, Madi, getting up early on Saturday morning?"


    She asked smiling after putting down her cup of tea. Argh! I bit my bottom lip... I hate tea. As much as I


    hate mornings, I also hate tea. Well, I don''t literally hate it... it''s just not my favourite.


    "No. You know I hate mornings." I took my favourite mug and poured it with coffee from the coffee


    maker.


    "Yeah, so.. where are you going?"


    "Uhm.. hanging out with friends." I shrugged.


    "Wow, that''s great."


    "Do you wanna join us?" I asked as I put some cream and sugar.


    "I love to, but I can''t." she sighed. "By the way Madi, I''m moving out maybe a few days from now."


    "What? But why?" I asked her in surprise. I also walked towards her and sat down in the vacant chair


    beside her.


    "Uhm... Andrew proposed to me."


    And she showed me the diamond ring on her finger. I can see the love and happiness through her


    eyes.


    "Huh! Oh my God! That''s so beautiful, congrattions Jamie."


    I hugged her. "Ahhh... I''m gonna miss you."


    "Me too. I wish you also find your prince charming."


    I chuckled at her words.


    "Prince charming... really Jamie?"


    "Yes, because you''re not getting any younger. You should also have to start your own family before


    your age exceeds on the calendar."


    I couldn''t help butugh at her.


    "Why do you guys always push me to have a family and date at this age? I''m only 26 and I still have 5


    years before I get through that calendar thing of yours."


    "Because you don''t even have a boyfriend! And you''re still a vir----"


    "A virgin!" I continued what she was about to say. I knew it.


    "Yes. You are."


    I rolled my eyes but she justughed at me.


    "You''re going to visit me here if you have free time."


    "Of course."


    "And promise me, I am going to be your first baby''s Godmother."


    Sheughed again.


    "I promise."


    After a few more minutes of talking to Jamie, I''m on my way to the mall to meet these three girls who


    disturbed my sleeping beauty-rest. I should be in my dreand by now and kissing my prince


    charming.... charr!


    After parking my car at the parking lot, I took my phone together with the sling bag and headed towards


    the entrance. I seized my time looking at the boutiques inside and people who are some were busy


    buying some things while the others were just messing up the disy of the merchandise.


    And my eyesnded on a slim figured woman who hadn''t bought anything in that store. I raised an


    eyebrow when she left and walked into the next boutique. Since it''s a ss panel, I can see her even


    on the outside. And like what she did in the first shop, she didn''t buy anything either.


    I don''t know, but her face seemed familiar. I''m not sure if I really know her, but I think I had seen her


    face somewhere.


    I was about to approach the woman when my eyes darted on a very familiar man, not far from where I


    was.


    "Mr Wilsons?" I frowned in shock and disbelief. "What is he doing here?"


    He''s wearing a in white t-shirt and jeans and --- ck sunsses? I gulped as my eyesnded on


    his toned chest that wasn''t sessfully hiding from his shirt.


    "Thank God, the girls aren''t here."


    I made sure he couldn''t see me in the space I was in. I was near the perfume boot in front of the


    boutique where the slim woman kept messing around. And where is Mr Wilsons looking at? Wait? Is he


    also looking inside the boutique? And to the same woman?


    My eyes moved from the woman to Mr Wilsons... and then it hit me.


    "She''s the woman I saw on his phone!" I blurted out a bit loud.


    "Miss, are you okay?" asked the salesdy inside the booth.


    I smiled at her and nodded.


    "Yeah, I''m fine. Don''t mind me." I smiled again but, to my surprise, she raised an eyebrow and shook


    her head.


    -''Huh!''- I mentally huffed as I get my attention back to the two.


    So, it''s true. She''s back. And I can''t believe that Mr Wilsons is spying on this woman personally. What


    happened to his investigator? Ohh... poor guy, maybe he got fired because this arrogant man who still


    can''t move on with his past wasn''t satisfied with the reports he submitted, and now he''s doing it


    himself. Tsk.Tsk.Tsk.


    I don''t know what happened the next second... but there''s a man who came out of nowhere and kissed


    the woman on her lips... hard.


    "Ohh! Foul!" I muttered subconsciously when I saw Mr Wilsons from his fists. A sudden feeling of pity


    and hurt surged inside me just by looking at the man who can''t take his eyes off the scene not so far


    from him.


    How does it feel when you''re still in love with someone who loved you once but then left you


    afterwards? Does it really hurt that he can''t move on after that?  Did he love her that much that he


    couldn''t get on with his life?


    How much pain he suffered after knowing that the one with whom he shared his life, betrayed him with


    someone else? And how much of that pain is he suffering now as he continued watching the woman he


    once loved and cherished all his life, but now with someone else''s arms?


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