#Chapter117

WE ARE NOT FRIENDS

After taking a bathI changed into something comfortable... white cotton shorts and a loose purple top. I set my alarm clock last night at seven am because I want to cook breakfastnot for my husbandbut for me and also for Nanay Emily and Tatay Berto.

But I didn't find them in the kitcheninsteadI found my husband sitting on one of the chairs in the dining roomdressed in his usual business attire with a newspaper on his lap and a coffee in front of him.

My eyebrow furrowed automatically just by seeing him. It's been a week since we got marriedand the last time I saw...