The entire country was shaken by Azora’s confession. All media were focused on the life of the heiress, and every newspaper was filled with the case of the sole heir of Clasiso. Azora was the prime suspect in the murder case that took place at the prestigious university in Cebu. Her stunned face was shown on television, showing no emotion in her eyes as she admitted to killing Anthony Clasiso. The flashes of cameras multiplied.
Simmy jumped in surprise when the kitchen window shattered. She quickly turned to the dark figure staring at the cellphone screen. Veins stood out on his hand from the grip.
She approached Alibata and held his hand. The man pushed her away, and she screamed as she fell to the floor. She was surprised by Alibata’s action. It was the first time he had pushed her away.
“That’s why I couldn’t find him… dammit!” he cursed and violently threw the second cellphone at another window.
She screamed at the deafening sound of falling shards on the marble floor. “Ali!” she shouted to stop him from throwing another cellphone.
She wasn’t worried about the cost of those phones, but they didn’t belong to Alibata. They belonged to the maids who were almost peeing themselves with fear, standing trembling and looking down.
Alibata’s sharp gaze turned to her. She whimpered. “Enough,” she said in a low voice.
Alibata’s eyes narrowed at her, and without warning, he pulled her to her feet. He choked her, and she felt herself floating in the air as he lifted her up.
She firmly held his hands, and the man seemed to snap out of it because he suddenly let go of her and stepped back. She fell to the floor again. She winced at the pain that dominated her buttocks and hips.
“Simmy,” he lamented.
She coughed several times before weakly looking at the man. She showed him her tear-stained face. “A-Ali… are you angry with me?” she pleaded.
Alibata quickly knelt down. He slipped his arms behind her thigh and on her shoulder. He lifted her out of the kitchen and up the grand staircase of the mansion. She secretly smiled and buried her face in Alibata’s neck.
She breathed in the scent of the soap he used. Very manly. She buried her face deeper into Alibata’s neck and kissed him lightly. She felt the man pause but continue up the stairs. Simmy smiled.
Since Azora disappeared from the mansion, she had been able to do to Alibata what she had wanted to do all along, things she couldn’t do in front of Alibata’s child. So she wanted Azora out of the picture.
She was grateful to Narciso and called him earlier. It became easier for her to get Azora out of the picture, and now the hardships and sacrifices she had endured over the past years were paying off.
Alibata stopped in front of his room, next to hers. The man opened the door and quietly walked towards the large bed. He gently sat on the edge of the bed and was about to stand up straight, but she quickly pulled Alibata’s skirt.
She lay on the bed pulling on the man’s skirt so that he lay on top of her. His face was only a few inches away from hers. She smiled gently at Alibata. “Do you want to cool down?” she asked.
The man stared at her for a few seconds before slowly furrowing his eyebrows. He tightly held her hand that was firmly gripping his skirt. “I’m not in the mood.” Then he forcefully pulled away his hand.
Simmy’s lips opened in surprise at what Alibata said. She couldn’t believe those words had come out of his mouth. Before, he didn’t refuse the offer, she knew it.
Alibata quickly left her place and sorted out the tangled skirt. Simmy was sitting, surprised and looking at the man whose face was still dark. She did not expect his reaction to Azora’s confession to be like this. She frowned. “Why don’t you love me, Ali? For how many years I gave you myself and my love, but why don’t you accept me?” she cried.
But unlike the past when she showed fake emotion, at that time it was as if something heavy had hit her chest. It hurts. That’s why she couldn’t stop herself from crying in front of him.
Alibata looked at her for a moment. “Why are you crying?”
“Don’t be a fool, Ali! You know what I mean. Why? Why until now is she still the one you love?”
She didn’t finish what she was saying when Alibata pushed her violently onto the bed. Without mercy, he tore the clothes she had bought in the mall to look good in front of him.
She fought, pushing the man lying on her, but she couldn’t beat his strength. “Don’t tear me apart!” she pleaded.
But he didn’t listen to her. He continued to tear until the clothes were completely damaged. Simmy cried and couldn’t believe she was looking at Alibata, who was glaring at her. He violently held her chin and tried to look her straight in the eyes. Alibata’s forehead glistened.
Simmy’s face twisted. “I just want you to love me, Ali. Just love me, Ali!”
Alibata grinned mischievously. “I can’t, Simmy. You are lying in my wife’s bed but you will never be her. Understand?” he mocked her and left her again. He stood in front of her and spat. “I know what you did. If not for my wife’s death wish , I’d thrown you go into the sea the moment I saw you sneaking into my study.”
At that moment, Alibata left. Simmy was left lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.