Luckily, Joanna did not try to pry more into the matter. A part of her had a feeling that it was someone from his past life, but the issue was that she did not know who exactly the people were. Damien had not spoken much about his ex-wife and anything that related to her that did not involve her cheating on him and how the family treated him once they smelt wealth.She did not know what he looked like or those that were around her. Again, she glanced at the spot where he had spoken to those people, then at Damien, who had his full concentration on the road. He was trying as much as possible not to think of them, and he also prayed that Joanna did not ask for more information.They insulted him, and that was it. Nothing special. He was used to it. Joanna let it all rest. She was not going to bother herself about it and from the look of it, so will Damien. The month ran out so fast. Joanna got more busy with work and she rarely stepped out. Damien continued with his usual duties. Since

Joanna stared at the man in front of her, surprised with each word he spilt. It was a shock to her because not once did she expect something like this to happen. She knew Charles for a long time now and he did not seem to have such intentions for her.Everyone knew Charles to love his wife, who had to go overseas for a degree, so what was he saying? She was about to say something when she heard the door open and then close. From the back of the person, she could tell who left. She then turned to the man in front of her, still holding her hand. “Charles, it’s Joanna” she tried to give him the benefit of the doubtCharles smiled. “I know who you are, Joan. I won’t confess my love for you if I did not know you,” he saidJoanna angrily took her hand back and glared at him. “Don’t you ever try this nonsense again,” she warned, then stormed offWhat was wrong with him? He had a wife, and he was hitting on her for what reason? Did he think she would support such an act because he confessed h

Another month came to an end quickly. Damien and Jonna have been able to build a decent life with each other. Sometimes they tend to forget that they were boss and employee. For a few weeks, they were flatmates who were sincere and close to each other.Other times, they seemed like a couple who were ready to make things work between themselves. Sometimes they acknowledge this act and other times they do not. Damien got his increased pay, and he was so happy he prepared a nice meal for the both of them.No has given him so much respect as much as Joanna had given to him. At his last job, he was making a penny and still had so much bills to pay. Only working for Joanna for two months and he had more than enough money to help him for another two months even if he chose to stay on his own.Once the table was set, he admired the table, rubbing his both hands together as he did so before he finally took off his apron and went up to call her for dinner. He did not even have to get to her roo

Mrs. Alfredo kept glancing at her husband, who sat at her side at the head of the table. She has been worried for months now and her husband looked unbothered and relaxed. She did not know what worried her most, the fact that her only son was out there somewhere and none of them knew of his whereabouts or the fact that her husband was not moved to even search for his son.His eyes were on the newspaper in his hand while he sipped his coffee, but he could feel the stares of his wife on him. For the first few minutes, he chose to ignore it and just focus his mind on the news that was on the paper he held.When it got too much, he had to ask. “Is there a valid reason why you have been staring at me for so long?” “Yes,” she replied to her husband“I’m open to hearing it”“I’m worried, John”He raised his head to look at his wife. “What worries you?” he asked, paying attention to her“It’s about our son” she said and Mr. Alfredo quickly lost interest, dropping gaze back to his newspaper,

“I do not have!” Rebecca's voice could be heard around the apartment building as she came down the stairs to the living room “I know you do!” Justin yelled as Rebecca plopped on the couch “You made my girlfriend breakup with me so you better give me that money or else?”Rebecca jumped up. “Or else what? You'd beat me? You'll strangle me? What will you do?”Rebecca's face was red with anger. She was tired. She was very tired. Every day she worked. If it were not as a cashier in a supermarket, she would be working as a waitress in a small restaurant. It might be shifts but it was exhausting.Justin does not put all this into consideration and keeps demanding money after money like she plucks it in a tree somewhere. “I won't give you two thousand dollars even if you have cancer” Rebecca said with gritted teethJustin was about to make a jab at her when Angela decided to step in. “What is it? Why do you two want to pull the house down?” She asked“Rebecca does not want to give me the mon