To @together2013, for suggesting the beautiful song "The Heart Wants What It Wants." Yep, the song truly depicts how Thea feels.
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~~~ CHAPTER 30 - BREAKING FREE ~~~

I was in the lobby when I bumped into someone. When I looked up, I saw Dylan.

"Y-you're crying, Thea. What's going on?" he asked, very concerned.

"I need to get out of here. I just need to get out of here," I said, sobbing.

Dylan grabbed my forearm and we rode on an elevator going to the ground floor.

The two of us went to the basement parking space where his car was waiting.

I was already inside Dylan's car when I felt the vibration of my phone in my purse. I took it and saw a call from Nigel.

For the first time, he gave me a call.

I didn't answer it instead I put the phone back in my purse. The car already moved on.

The phone inside my purse vibrated and vibrated and vibrated and vibrated... and vibrated. Giving it my best shot, I kept my hands off it.

When it stopped vibrating, that was only the time when I took it out again to check on it. I saw twenty-six missed calls. All came from him. What did he want from me this time? The show was already over.

There were several text messages as well. There was one from Kara, three from mom, and all the rest were from Nigel.

I read Kara's message.

How's the party?

I opened Mommy Carol's messages.

Where are you, darling?

She must be really worried by now. I texted her back.

I have a terrible headache, mom. I'm going ahead to the condo. Don't worry about me. Just enjoy, mom.

Tears fell down from my eyes again. Was it even possible for Mommy Carol to love me more than her own son that it even ended her to blackmail him just because of me?

Oh, mommy! Why? I couldn't understand... Why?

Then, I decided to open Nigel's chain of messages.

Where are you?

Where are you? It was all the same for about fifteen messages.

Then, it became all in capital letters.

WHERE ARE YOU?

WHERE ARE YOU?

WHERE ARE YOU, ALTHEA?

Finally, it became,

WHERE THE F-CKING HELL ARE YOU?????

Huh, Nigel and his cussing!

Go to hell, damn you! I wanted to text back. Go to hell with your real fiancèe, Maria Stella!

I then sobbed helplessly.

I never learned my lesson! How could I easily forget that Nigel was heartless?

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"So where do you want to go?" Dylan asked me while he drove.

"Just anywhere... anywhere... somewhere... a place where I could just have some time to think..." I was sobbing and I wasn't actually thinking. I was so stressed out that I couldn't think anymore.

Dylan brought me to a bar. At first, I felt like I didn't want to go in for I didn't want to drown myself in loud music and I wouldn't be able to think straight. Yet I went in anyway.

Exactly, as Dylan and I stepped into the bar, we got assaulted by loud pumping music. I felt my whole body vibrated just like the stupid phone in my purse. The crowd, dancing and drinking, almost suffocated me.

Thankfully, Dylan guided me as we walked to a flight of stairs towards the roof top which was actually an open-air dining area. I sighed in relief when I learned that the place was quiet since the music could no longer be heard out here. There was not much people in this area, just one couple in one table and two waiters in the counter.

The place was beautiful, actually romantic with its dark ambiance offering only desk lamps to assist guests in reading the menu. It was surrounded by the city night lights. It was a breathtaking scene. Somehow, I wished I were here tonight with someone I loved.

We didn't choose to be seated at any dining table. We sat on a love seat in a corner with a coffee table in front of it. According to Dylan, it'd be more comfortable for me to be sitting there. Dylan sat next to me, at my right.

He ordered drinks for us, Irish whiskey for him, watermelon vodka for me. I was still slightly sobbing and he didn't insist that I talk. His phone rang in his pocket.

"Excuse me, Thea, I have to take this," he said as he stood up and walked a little farther to the railing. All the while, he was watching me like he didn't want me out of his sight. After answering his call, he called the attention of a waiter and gave some instruction. Casting me a soothing smile, Dylan sat beside me again.

When the waiter arrived, he handed him a pack of scented tissue paper. Dylan offered me some of it. I kept on wiping my eyes with those pieces of tissue paper but I still continued with my sobbing.

Not using the drinking straw in my glass, I gulped the vodka right away the moment I saw it on the table. I just wanted to drown myself with my drink because I wanted to forget everything.

"Care to share, Thea," Dylan asked me later as he started his drink as well.

"Oh, nothing! It's just one hell of nothingness!" I said angrily.

"Tell me, I might be able to help you," he said, moving his buttocks near to me.

Oh, I needed a friend. I needed somebody to listen right now or else my mind was going to blow up.

"The new CEO, Dylan! The new CEO, Nigel Sarmiento is one great fake! He's a liar! In fact, the greatest liar of all! How thick-skinned he was to introduce me tonight in his party as his future bride when he has already given the freaking ring to his girlfriend! The freaking ring, Dylan, is already given to his girlfriend, the model, Maria Stella!"

"What?" he asked surprisingly.

"I hate him. I really hate him," I mumbled. "I really, really hate him. I don't want to see him anymore. I don't want to go home anymore." I clasped my face with my hands.

Dylan must pity me that much that he brought his left arm around my shoulder. At first, I hesitated with his gesture but when he pulled my head to his shoulder, I felt the comfort he was giving me. So there, with my head on his shoulder, I sobbed helplessly. This was what I needed now --- a friend, a shoulder to cry on. I was just grateful that Dylan was with me this moment.

I was in his shoulder when Dylan spoke acidly, "Nigel Sarmiento! That a--hole! Such an enviable man... He has already everything. Wealth, company, business, you! He can't have everything, you know! He can't have all of these! Damn him! He needs to go straight to hell!"

I was in my sad state, yes, but it didn't delete the fact that I was able to hear clearly his words. I was shocked to hear him curse with a tone of... envy? It was my first time to hear him say such words. All the while, since we became friends, he was always this sweet, angelic guy that it was impossible for me to believe that he was capable of cursing.

Nigel, on the other hand, always talked to me with speeches loaded with curses and foul language... Well, Nigel was Nigel...

But, Dylan... he was like an angel to me...

I pulled my head from his shoulder and drank again. Oh, whatever, Dylan was a human being after all.

He also held his glass and drank his whiskey. "He is not the man for you, Thea. He is never good enough for you. You need someone better."

I know. I know it, Dylan. Just stop reminding me about that.

He once again attempted to bring my head to his shoulder but I didn't allow him this time. It was just that another couple came in and sat on the other love seat in another corner... and I felt this place was for couples only. It suddenly felt weird to me to be in this place with Dylan since we were not even a couple.

"I've always known Nigel Sarmiento as a f-cking bastard, Thea! He's the meanest, most detestable boss in the world. There's no way that he has a place in heaven for his f-cking ass!" Dylan said, gritting his teeth.

Huh?

Yeah, of all people, I must be the number one person to know who Nigel really was. I was the principal victim of his heartless behavior, wasn't I?

For this, he deserved to be loathed. To be loathed with all my heart and soul. I couldn't allow myself anymore to be with him.

"Nigel Sarmiento is a bastard! A bastard, Thea, that's what he is! Do not believe anything he says! You know now that he's the biggest liar on earth! He is never good enough for you! So stay away from him!"

Yes, I know. I know, Dylan. I know what exactly he is.

Dylan's enumeration of all Nigel's negatives --- his nastiness, his pride, his being despicable --- continued on and on and the pain in my chest was getting harder and more unbearable that I went back gulping my drink.

Later, as I felt the heat in my nape and ears and numbness of my shoulders, I felt my head was like spinning round and round already that the lights in the surrounding buildings looked like fireflies to me.

Or were there really fireflies around?

I was grabbing another glass of my vodka when I began to feel Dylan's caressing of my left arm with his left hand. Suddenly, I felt the goosebumps in my skin in that portion of my body. Why did his caressing felt so weird? By and by, his hand snaked around my waist. I jolted.

"Relax, Thea," Dylan said as he drew his face near to mine. "Forget Nigel. Forget him. I'm here for you." This time, his face was so close to my neck that I jolted again.

What was the matter with Dylan? At first, perhaps, I felt the comfort in his touch. But now, I started to get peeved with it. I tried to pull away but he had a strong hand. Why did it suddenly dawn on me that it wasn't right for me to go out with him?

"Let's face the fact. He doesn't love you. He's an a--hole and..." he said, then stopped to bring his mouth close, very close to my neck.

I was slightly drunk, yes, but I was still aware of what he was trying to do.

"Dylan, what are you doing?" I asked irritatingly, brushing his hand away.

"I'm just trying to comfort you. Stop thinking about him. Think about me," he said, not minding my negative reaction, instead gripping my waist with his arm. "Let's talk about us."

"Dylan..."

No, I wanted a place where I could escape from the miserable feeling that I had been feeling right now. I didn't want to entertain his love interest for me tonight. Couldn't he wait for the right time?

"I can't just be a friend to you anymore, Thea. I want something more between the two of us," he whispered it to my ear. I was thoroughly astounded with the weird effects he had on me.

Dylan! What was wrong with him?

"I want you to be mine. Every time I see you, I can't help myself but just stare at you, at your beautiful eyes, your beautiful face. I can't get enough of you, Thea. I can be your man. I can be your everything. Nigel Sarmiento is not the man for you! Let him be with that Stella." The smell of alcohol in his breath met my nostrils and I gasped at the intensity of the odor. Was he drunk already? Were the two of us intoxicated already?

His arm in my waist tightened and I couldn't help myself but got really irritated this time.

"What are you doing?" I said, angrily this time, facing him.

The moment that I turned my head to look at him, Dylan met my lips with his!

For a while, I thought it wasn't happening. I thought it was just a product of my distorted mind. But, it was really happening. My eyes opened widely in shock and horror! Dylan was kissing me!

I tried to push him as hard as I could. To no avail, I couldn't do it. Oh! God, help me! I had been so stupid letting myself go out with him.

What was he doing with me? The bastard Dylan, the supposed-to-be-an-angel Dylan, was taking advantage of me!

Before I knew it, somebody grabbed Dylan's collar and punched him hard that he instantly stumbled on the floor.

With shaking body, hands and knees, I remained seated on the chair but, I thought, in just a second, I became totally sober when I saw who had just punched Dylan.

Nigel's angry dark eyes met mine.

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Nigel, who was still in his tux, pulled Dylan's collar up. The latter was still slumping on the floor and wasn't able to move and complain.

"Touch her again and I'm going to kill you!" Nigel said, gritting his teeth.

I caught sight of my purse on the table. My phone was in there. I needed it as of this time. I needed to call someone. I needed to get out of here as fast as I could while Nigel was confronting Dylan.

I stood up and grabbed my purse so I could start the greatest walk out of my life.

However, Nigel already held my wrist before I could run away.

Leaving the frightened Dylan behind and the amazed looks of the few people in the roof top, Nigel dragged me down the stairs to the noisy, chaotic bar below, and finally we went out to the streets.

I could tell that it was about 1:00 am already. There were several people in the sidewalk. Nigel pulled my hand as he tried to bring me to his parked car but, as his other hand was searching for his keys in the pocket, I immediately found the opportunity to loosen my hand from his grip. When I finally pulled myself from him, I began to run.

"What the---" he muttered as he pursued me.

I tried to run fast in the dimly lit sidewalk but my heels made it worse for me. It wasn't easy to be running on heels.

"Althea Ruiz, stop right there!" he yelled at me.

I didn't heed on him. All I wanted to do was just leave him... forever.

All I wanted to do was get him entirely from my whole damn system!

However, what could a weak girl do when the man running after her was oozing out with speed, strength, and virility? In a while, he caught up with me. He immediately grabbed my waist with his arm and pressed my back to the nearby concreted wall.

"What's with the running?" he asked, anger was very clear in his tone. I couldn't visibly see his face because the streetlights were a bit farther from this area.

"I want to be away from you! I want to live a life where there is no more Nigel Joaquin Sarmiento!" I yelled at him.

He was panting as his face was bent down on me. From the little light, I could see he was sweating in the face, just like me. "Why? Because of Fernandez? That Fernandez?"

"No!"

"Then, why are you with him? I was calling you again and again, Althea! Tell me, if you were me, how do you think you'd feel when, in the middle of your party, after you introduce your future bride to everyone, she ran away? How do you think you'd feel if you'd see her kissing another man on the very same night? Tell me, Althea! How do you think you'd feel?"

Nigel was pinning my tiny body to the wall as he gripped my wrists together above my head with his one hand. I tried so hard not to slip my purse away from one of my hands.

"No, I am not your future bride, Nigel. We were never engaged, we are not engaged, and we will never be!" I said, also panting hard.

Because I don't have the damn ring! The announcement is a big fat lie!

There was a moment of silence after that.

Oh, God! Why did we always have this crazy, exhaustive confrontation most of the time? I was so sick of all these confrontations that they were going to blow my mind any minute from now! I hadn't even still gotten over Dylan's treachery, here he was, Nigel Sarmiento, getting me involved again in this tiresome confrontation! I was just so sick of all these!

"I thought you want this engagement!" he asked after some time, still pinning my hands to the wall above my head. "I thought you want this engagement, Althea! You asked for this!"

"Wanted. Asked. Past tense, Nigel. Not anymore. Because I have already learned to hate you and, starting today, I will be hating you forever. Do you hear me? I will hate you forever and ever."

Because you proposed already to your real girlfriend! Because the ring that you are supposed to give me was already given to her! Because you used me to get your CEO-ship! Because you risked your damn reputation by introducing me to the public to get your damn position! Because you will never marry a servant's daughter! Because you always have low regards of me! Because you hate me!

And most of all, because, right from the very start, you have been very greedy with your love!

These are the reasons why I'm hating you right now, but I'm not going to enumerate all of them to you because I'm NOT that weak to demand an explanation coming from you! Demanding an explanation would mean begging for your love and still hoping that I have a place in your heart!

I quit, Nigel! I quit! This is really it! I QUIT!

Nigel, not knowing what was running in my freaking mind, pulled my body up by his strong arms. He then carried me in the roughest of manner by slumping my body over his right shoulder so that I was in upside down position. I was facing his back. My stomach rested on his shoulder and my thighs and legs were pinned at the front of his body!

"Put me down, you freak!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, hitting his back with my purse.

"We will talk, not in this dark alley! We will have the f-cking talk!" he also yelled at me, bringing my body towards his car.

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The speed of Nigel's driving was unbelievable. It was enough to scare the hell out of me... even scare the alcohol out of my system! This insensitive man here just drove like a madman without even minding that I was about to faint now on my seat.

Oh, God! Should he really be rough all the time?

I only had my breathing back when we finally arrived at the driveway of the condo building.

"Now, let's have the f-cking talk!" he said angrily when the car stopped in the driveway.

"I don't want a talk," I said. It was true. What was the use of us talking when this would just lead us to nowhere?

I attempted to open the door at my side so I could just run away from him. But, he gripped my arm as he said, "No way, princess! You are not running away now! Keep your ass right there!"

Oh, this man was unbelievable! He was now giving me a terrible headache!

"There's no use with all this talking, Nigel, because I am quitting on the idea of our engagement! Yes, you're right, this engagement is just an idea, more of like an illusion actually! An illusion, do you hear me? My crazy illusion! This is never real so there's no use for the two of us publicizing on this engagement because everything is a fake!" I said angrily as his hand was still gripping my arm.

Nigel bit his bottom lip as he blinked his eyes several times at me. He looked very disgruntled.

"Hear me? Everything is fake! Fake! Fake! Fake!" I said, meeting his eyes.

Was it not right? He tried to parade me as his fiancèe when he had actually proposed to another girl!

"Oh, f-ck!" he exclaimed after a while and slumped his arms on the stirring wheel, followed by his face. He was drooping his head down for several seconds and I remained not moving in my seat.

"It's true... you've been really faking everything..." he muffled, still slumping his face on the stirring wheel.

Oh, my God! So I was the one faking now?

Okay, right, probably he was thinking that I was faking the engagement because of his belief that I was after his money only! Whatever, let him think of me that way! I was just so damn tired of explaining!

Though it was hard for me to lie but I had to do this before he would dump me first as a garbage! At least, for once in my life, I had dumped him and let him feel that he didn't matter to me at all.

Before he'd break our bogus engagement off, I had to break it off first!

He then raised his face now but he refused to look at me. He was facing the windshield.

"Yes, it's true. Our engagement has been one great fake since the start of it," I said firmly. "It's been wrong, so so so wrong since the beginning, Nigel. It's true, I was the one who started this so I should also be the one to correct it. Tonight, I'm going to correct the biggest mistake that I have ever done in my life. To beg to marry you has been the biggest mistake that I've ever done, so I will make it right tonight! Let's stop this craziness now because I'm really, really tired of all of these."

Nigel listened intently, I knew, but all along he was grabbing his hair with his fingers. When I was done talking, he turned his face to me... and, for the first time, I saw tears glistening in the corners of both his eyes.

Tears?

Then, Nigel averted his face to the opposite direction. Oh, I wished he turned his face back to me so I could make sure of it.

Tears? Was this even true? Did he really cry?

For me?

Or for his ego? For his pride?

I must have hurt his pride!

Did my words hit the bull's-eye of his innermost damn pride?

"I didn't know you are this heartless, Althea," he said, trying to calm his tone and still not looking at me.

Huh?

Me? Heartless? So ironic for this man to say! But why did his words pierce the very core of me?

"It's been so wrong for me to believe that this is what you really want. You've fooled me, Althea... you've really fooled me..."

Preventing myself to cry, I closed my eyes.

If you only know, Nigel. If you only know. For so many years, you've become so blind. How could you not feel that marrying you is the only thing that's been right for me?

Yet, everything about it, anything that involves you, has become so wrong for me now.

Nigel rested his back on the backrest and closed his eyes. From that angle, I could still see tears running along his cheek. "And you even do this on my birthday..."

What? How could he make it appear like it was my fault? Oh, God! He was really impossible!

Why are you acting like you've been hurt, Nigel? Why? Was it painful for a man as egotistical as you to be dumped... especially on your birthday? Well, just a coincidence, Nigel. Anyway, you also hurt me to the very core on your twenty-fourth birthday. Your first birthday that we were together in six years. This was supposed to be special... this was supposed to be very special to me.

"You know I don't celebrate my birthday anymore," he said, still closing his eyes. "Since Annie died, I no longer celebrate my birthday. But, tonight is supposed to be special so I had to call for a celebration."

And he also talked about 'specialness'?

Of course, you have to celebrate! You just got your CEO-ship!

"But I missed the entire celebration because you ran away and I have to look for you! If not because of Stella, I wouldn't know where you were!"

What?

MARIA STELLA?

She was the one who told Nigel where we were? How in the world did she know that Dylan and I were on the roof top of that bar?

Oh, well, she must be Superwoman and she had the ability to locate people! She must have some radar somewhere in her flawless body!

Good thing Nigel had her! He was indeed very lucky to have her!

"Great!" I quipped.

Nigel, at last, opened his eyes and he turned to me.

"Yeah, good that Stella knew where you were so I could see how much you'd been enjoying Fernandez' company!"

Oh, great! This made me remember Dylan's treachery. That traitor!

"He kissed me. The bastard kissed me," I said, blinking my eyes.

"There's no need for you to tell it to my face. I saw it with my very own eyes, Althea. He kissed you and you kissed him back."

Wow. Great again!

Just like how Maria Stella grabbed your neck and kissed you and how you kissed her back in the hall in the middle of all the guests!

"Of course! Of course, we kissed!" I muttered quickly, trying to deliver the idea that I enjoyed Dylan's kiss. He believed I was a slut, didn't he? So, whatever, let him think of me that way! My explanations wouldn't matter anymore, would they? "And I hate it that you came and interrupted us!" I even added.

"F-ck!" he uttered, gripping the stirring wheel.

I silenced myself now. I could feel the tears in my eyes now. Dylan took advantage of me, Nigel...

"Why are you like this, Althea? Why are you always like this?" he asked with his shaking voice.

I gave him a questioning look. Like what? What was I like?

"Why are you like a stab in my heart?" he said like he was really heaving in his chest with so much pain.

Very puzzled with his words, I looked at him intensely.

He was clenching his jaw and gripping the stirring wheel very hard.

"Get out of the damn car now..." he suddenly commanded, casting a glance at me.

I was taken aback. I opened my eyes wide in so much surprise.

"Stop looking at me that way! Get out of this f-cking car right now!"

His angry voice got my senses instantly. "Of course!" I said loudly as I opened the door at my side.

But before I could get myself out, he grabbed my left arm once more. "'You and I' is one big mistake---"

"It really is!" I met his eyes with mine.

"Yeah, yeah, that's it. That's why we can never be together like what I've always believed from the very start. We are never good for each other," he commented before he released my arm.

I know it! I know you believe I am never good for you! Your Maria Stella just told me that!

"Yes, we can never be together, Nigel Joaquin!" I yelled as I finally walked away from him.

Yes, I can't be with you anymore because of the many damn reasons that are inscribed in my worn-out, exhausted heart.

"Don't expect me to come home in the days or weeks ahead!" he yelled at me as I was walking away.

Yeah, don't expect to see me as well at home in the days, or weeks, or months, or even the years ahead! Because, I am finally out of here! I said to myself, sobbing in the inside.

The condo... it has become our home together... Yes, it has become our home together for the past months... and I'm leaving it now... This realization hit my heart so hard that tears just couldn't stop falling from my eyes.

Good bye, Nigel.

I remember last time you said to me that you want me to walk out on you for good.

This is it, Nigel. I'm walking out now on you for good. I hope you'll finally find your happiness... now that I'll be finally out of your sight.

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I got myself in the condo unit fast. Thanking that Mommy Carol was still in the party, I found two pieces of paper and a ballpen and wrote something in them --- one for mommy; the other was for Suzana.

I first wrote for Suzana.

Dearest Suzana,

You've been very good to me. Thank you for everything you've done for me and I'm sorry for all my misdeeds.

Your stubborn girl in the house,
Althea

Then, with abundant tears running down my cheeks and with a shaking hand, I wrote a short note for the woman who loved me like her own daughter.

Dearest mommy,

I'm sorry that I have to leave. I love you and I will always remember you, Mommy Carol. You are God's best gift to me. Thank you for the great love you've shared to me. Always remember that whatever I am doing now is for the best of everyone. Take care of yourself always. You will be forever in my heart.

Your darling,
Althea

P.S. Don't worry about me. I'll do fine.

It was true that leaving mom and Nigel would be the right thing for me to do so I would not ruin the mother-and-son relationship. Mom didn't have to blackmail her son to marry somebody nor force him to love somebody.

I had to leave because I knew now that Nigel didn't really think of me as part of this family... ever since, he never really accepted me as part of this family.

Tonight, I was giving Nigel what he wanted --- for me to be finally out of this family.

Tonight, I was giving his absolute freedom from me.

Grabbing just few pieces of clothing and some valuables and putting them in a backpack, I decided to do the thing that I had already planned --- to move out... to finally find myself... and, perhaps, learn to love myself.

Putting on a hoodie, jeans and sneakers, I got myself ready before Mommy Carol would arrive. With shivering hands, I put the notes on my bedside table.

I then got my phone from my purse and called someone.

When it was answered in the other line, I said in between my sobs, "Kara, I need your help."

Nigel, this is the be all and end all of all the heartaches you've given to me. Good bye, my heartless heartbreaker.

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~~~THE END~~~

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A/N

Okay, so there you have it!

She has now decided to go, just as what she needs to do. I'll tell you, guys, this is the best thing for her... and for him.

Oh, do you know how pissed off I was as I drafted this chapter? Because I had accidentally deleted a great portion of this and for some reason I couldn't retrieve it. So I became very discouraged that I actually decided to just stop writing this... Urghhh. It was just so stupid of me really.

But, OMG, I have a responsibility to all of you... so I rewrote that portion, kind of like haphazardly though... I don't know anymore if I did it just as the first. Oh, it's so frustrating!

Anywayz, with that, exactly in the 30th chapter, I'm closing the first half of this book... but I'll be opening the second half in the next update and I hope I'll still be receiving the same support from you, guys! (This doesn't mean that we'll end with this in exactly the 60th chapter because, honestly, I still have no idea how many chapters this is going to have).

Are you prepared for the next?

Sneak peek for the next chapter: TWO YEARS LATER...

To all the READERS, thank you so much for finding time for this!

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To the PEOPLE WHO FOLLOW me, I'm so grateful to all of you! Your being there just gives me inspiration and confidence to continue what I have started.

To all the HEARTS broken by the brute, Nigel Joaquin Sarmiento, is it too late now for him to say sorry to you? Will you still give him a chance? Or will you rather have a life without him and accept someone better? Tell me.

Lovelots,
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it's Hervina, by the way..
Oh, who cares anyway? Lmao