— Christopher Bang Chan

What was once a marriage built on a foundation of love between you two, was ruined by the arrival of a third party, leaving only ashes of what once was and what never was. From hate to love, from love to marriage, and from marriage to hate.

Envy soon followed when the article claimed to have seen him kneeling before you with a ring, and then you confirmed what everyone suspected: you were a couple and engaged. Christopher was overjoyed and showered you with affection. All his family and friends congratulated him, for it was such a beautiful marriage, built on trust and respect, but it didn't last long.

When your pregnancy was announced—not of one, but of two beautiful babies—while you were resting at home in your shared house, he was working to keep his company afloat. And although he was faithful, his assistant wanted him for herself. She seduced him daily, brazenly sitting on his lap, but Christopher, unconcerned, didn't push her away or play along. He remained neutral, but there always had to be a gossip among so many people. The photos were soon exposed, and you found out heartbroken, just like everyone else. He tried to explain, but it was too late, and you began seeking comfort from your best friend, who, coincidentally, was your husband's worst enemy. One day, walking with him through a shopping mall, you ran into your husband's assistant, and in her rage, she pushed you and hit you in the stomach.

When you woke up, your babies were there with you, but not your husband, only his family. You tried to talk to him to fix things, but it was too late. He kept custody of your son, the one who was born later, and you were left with your "older" daughter for a few seconds. You didn't get divorced, but you didn't speak to each other again either.