Fated to be yours (Spg)

Dear Readers, What if the worst night of your life leads you to the person fate has written for you? Welcome to a story that began with one night of betrayal and heartbreak but eventually led Camille to an encounter she never expected. But before you begin this story, I want to give you a little warning. This story contains mature themes, betrayal, infidelity, heartbreak, intense emotions, passion, and intimate scenes. Some scenes may be emotionally heavy for certain readers, especially those who are sensitive to themes involving betrayal and complicated relationships. This isn't simply the story of a woman who was betrayed by the man she loved for seven years. This is the story of a woman who has to piece herself back together after being shattered by betrayal. And in the middle of all that pain, a man will enter her life. Damon Altamirano is a man who doesn't believe in love and has never wanted it in his life. But what happens when, somewhere between duty and desire, the line between them slowly begins to disappear? And what if the man who claims he doesn't believe in love turns out to be the reason you learn to trust again? If you're ready to enter a world of desire, betrayal, unexpected attraction, and intense romance... Welcome to this story. Welcome to Fated to Be Yours. --- “Don’t come over. I’m tired. I just want to rest tonight.”» Iyon ang huling mensaheng natanggap ko mula sa kasintahan ko nang araw na iyon. Pero dahil sa katigasan ng ulo ko at sa kakaibang instinct na nagsasabing may itinatago siya sa akin hindi ko sinunod ang gusto niya Kaya heto ako ngayon, nakatayo sa harap ng pinto ng condo niya habang bitbit ang isang kahon ng red velvet cake, ang paborito niyang cake. Nang ilapit ko ang duplicate keycard ko sa electronic lock, napangiti ako nang bumukas iyon. Ngunit agad ding napawi ang ngiti ko nang makarinig ako ng mga ungol mula sa loob. Napasinghap ako. Hindi. Hindi ito totoo. Hindi si Marco iyon. Hindi niya kayang lokohin ako. Paulit-ulit kong kinumbinsi ang sarili ko habang umaasang mali lang ang narinig ko. Ngunit makalipas lamang ang ilang segundo, tuluyan akong nanigas nang marinig ko ang boses ng isang babae. “M-Marco...” Kasunod niyon ang mga salitang nagpahinto sa paghinga ko. “Ahh... s**t. Ang sarap. Make it harder. Oh, God...” Nanghihina akong napaatras habang unti-unting nilalamon ng katotohanan ang pag-asang pilit kong pinanghahawakan Pero kahit narinig ko na ang lahat, hindi pa rin ako nakuntento. Dahil may bahagi pa rin sa puso ko na umaasang may paliwanag ang lahat. Baka mali lang ako. Baka kapangalan lang ng kasintahan ko ang lalaking nasa loob. Kailangan kong makasiguro. Kaya dahan-dahan akong humakbang patungo sa silid ng kasintahan ko. Nanginginig ang kamay kong humawak sa doorknob bago ko iyon marahang pinihit. At nang bumukas ang pinto... Tumambad sa akin ang isang eksenang hindi ko kailanman inakalang masasaksihan ko. Nasa kama ang kasintahan kong si Marco, hubad at kaniig ang isang babae. Sa mismong kama na ako ang naglilinis. Sa comforter na ako mismo ang bumili. At sa lugar kung saan ilang beses naming pinag-usapan ang kinabukasan naming dalawa. Hindi ko alam kung saan ako kumuha ng lakas para malakas na itulak ang pinto. Agad na napalingon sa akin ang dalawa. Nang makita ako ni Marco, natigilan siya nang ilang segundo. Ngunit nang makabawi, mabilis siyang bumangon at nagmamadaling humanap ng maisusuot. Pagkatapos ay lumapit siya sa akin. Nang tangkain niya akong hawakan, agad kong tinabig ang kamay niya. “Huwag mo akong hahawakan, hayop ka!” “I told you not to come here, but you didn't listen,” mahina niyang sabi. Napatingin ako sa kanya, hindi makapaniwala sa narinig ko. “Kasalanan ko pa?” tanong ko, nanginginig ang boses ko sa galit at sakit. “Kasalanan ko dahil hindi kita sinunod?” “Camille, that's not what I meant—” “Then what did you mean?” mabilis kong putol. “Na kung sinunod kita at hindi ako pumunta rito, hindi ko malalaman na niloloko mo na naman pala ako?” “C-Camille...” “Pitong taon, Marco,” putol ko sa kanya. “Pitong taon na akong naniniwala sa mga kasinungalingan mo.” Napatingin ako sa babaeng nasa likuran niya. Tahimik lamang itong nakaupo sa kama, tila hindi man lang nahiya sa ginawa nila. “It was a mistake.” “Mistake?” Muli akong napatawa nang mapait. “Ang pagkakamali, isang beses lang nangyayari, Marco. Pero ilang beses mo na ba itong ginawa sa akin?” “Camille, hindi mo naiintindihan—” “Ang alin ang hindi ko naiintindihan sa nakita ko?” Huminga ako nang malalim, ngunit lalo lamang sumikip ang dibdib ko. “Marco, alam mo kung ano ang mas masakit sa ginawa mo?” Tahimik lamang siyang nakatingin sa akin. “Pinili mong gawin ito sa mismong araw na gusto kitang sorpresahin.” “Don’t blame me, Camille.” Muli akong napatingin sa kanya. “Kasalanan mo rin kung bakit ko nagawa ito sa'yo.” Napakunot ang noo ko. “Kasalanan ko?” “Yes! It’s your fault! because you’re so damn selfish! We’ve been together for seven years, Camille! Seven years! And not once have you ever given in to me! I’m a man, and I have needs!” I let out a bitter laugh, but this time, there was no sadness behind it. Only anger and disappointment. “Selfish?” I repeated, barely able to believe the audacity of what he was saying. “I’m selfish, so that’s why you cheated on me over and over again?” I stepped closer to him, never breaking my furious gaze. “Is that really how shallow your excuse is, Marco? Just because I wouldn’t give you what you wanted, you thought you had the right to find someone else?!” My hands clenched into fists. “If you had needs, then why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you leave me? Why did you have to keep cheating on me while I trusted you with everything I had?” My voice trembled with anger. “Seven years, Marco! I loved you and trusted you for seven damn years!” I could feel my chest tightening, but I refused to look away. “And now you’re telling me it’s my fault because I wouldn’t give you what you wanted?” I shook my head, fighting back the tears burning in my eyes. “You didn’t cheat on me because you had needs. You cheated on me because you had no respect for me.” My voice rose as all the anger I had been holding back finally burst out. “So don’t you dare put the blame for your betrayal on me!” For a moment, silence filled the room. Marco stared at me, but I refused to look away. My chest heaved as I tried to steady my breathing, but the anger burning inside me was far too strong. “You made that choice, Marco,” I continued, my voice shaking. “No one forced you to lie to me. No one forced you to touch another woman. You did it because you wanted to.” A bitter smile tugged at my lips. “So stop acting like you had no choice. Stop making excuses and, for once, have the courage to admit that you’re the one who destroyed us.” My eyes burned with tears, but I refused to let them fall. “Seven years of my life... and this is how you repay me?” I whispered, my voice breaking. “You betrayed me, then had the audacity to make me feel like I was the reason you did it.” I took another step back, putting distance between us. “I may not have given you everything you wanted, but I gave you my trust. I gave you my loyalty. But you threw all of it away.” For a few seconds, neither of us said anything. Marco opened his mouth as if he was about to defend himself again, but I raised my hand, stopping him. “Don’t,” I said, my voice low but firm. “I don’t want to hear another excuse.” I swallowed hard, trying to keep myself from breaking down in front of him. “I spent seven years believing that you were the person I could trust the most. I defended you. I chose you. I stayed even when things weren’t perfect.” A tear finally slipped down my cheek. “And this is what I get in return?” I quickly wiped it away and looked straight into his eyes. “You didn’t just betray me, Marco. You destroyed the version of me that believed love was supposed to be safe.” He remained silent. I took a deep breath and stepped farther away from him. “So no, I’m not going to apologize for having boundaries. I’m not going to feel guilty because I wasn’t ready to give you something you wanted.” My voice trembled, but this time, I refused to let it break. “If you couldn’t respect that, you should have walked away.” I shook my head, finally letting the tears fall. “But instead, you stayed. You lied to me. You cheated on me. And worst of all, you made me believe that I was the problem.” I stared at him for a long moment, taking in the face of the man I had loved for seven years. The man I thought I knew. The man I trusted more than anyone. “You should have been honest with me from the beginning,” I whispered. Then I looked away. Because no matter what he said next, I knew one thing for certain. Whatever we had... Whatever love I once believed existed between us... Could never be the same again. TO BE CONTINUED...