That night, I returned home.
The silence felt cold.
I sat in the dark until midnight.
Then Adrian walked in.
“Why didn’t you turn on the lights?”
Suddenly, the lights came on.
He smiled like nothing had happened and placed a jewelry box in front of me.
“I had this made for you in Cebu. Do you like it?”
“I’ve been gone so long… you must have missed me.”
He leaned in to kiss me.
I turned away.
He froze.
“What’s wrong?”
I forced a smile.
“Nothing… you just smell like alcohol.”
He frowned, trying to explain, but I cut him off.
“I’m tired. Go rest.”
That night, I made a decision.
I ordered a GPS tracker.
When it arrived, I secretly attached it to his car.
The next day, he packed again.
“I have urgent work in Davao,” he said.
I almost laughed.
I ran the company—I would know if there was an emergency.
Still, I said nothing.
For three days, I barely slept, watching the tracker.
And then I saw the truth.
He wasn’t in Davao.
He kept returning to the same condominium in BGC—
like it was his real home.
That’s when I realized—
This wasn’t a mistake.
This was a life he had built… without me.
At the office, I checked records I had never bothered to look at before.
And I discovered everything.
Liana—the woman—was his former assistant.
They had shared accounts.
Shared money.
Shared a life.
And then I found something that destroyed the last piece of my illusion:
Annulment papers.
With my name on them.
Claiming I was emotionally unstable.
I laughed.
Not because it was funny—
but because the lie was so absurd.
