"GOOD morning," I greeted the woman at the information desk.

"Good morning, ma'am," she greeted back and smiled.

"On which floor is Dr. de Cervantes?" I politely asked him and frowned at him.

"5th floor, ma'am. Who are they?" If before there was a smile on his lips, now he is frowning and looks ... angry?

"I'm Arthea Primero-de Cervantes. I'm his wife," I replied smiling and seemed proud to tell her that I was Dr. Cervantes' wife. of Cervantes.

"I'm not kidding you," he said without emotion and I frowned.

"Me either, I'm not joking around, miss. I just want to know where my husband's office is," I said and there was no emotion in my voice.

Do I look like I'm joking with him? Not really, ah? I just want to know which floor my husband's office is on. Ay! It's on the 5th floor! He says.

I was about to leave the girl when she stopped me.

"Dr. de Cervantes went out earlier with his wife, miss," he said and really emphasized the word 'wife'.

And at what he said it was as if a needle had sunk into my chest. Did I hear something wrong? Si ano? Is my husband with his wife? Seriously? E, I'm still here. Who is that wife?

"W-who?" I asked stunned.

"Jillian de Cervantes," she replied smiling.

Huh? Jillian? Jillian de Cervantes? When else did de Cervantes change his surname? And what? J-jillian?