Sweet Zhanaia Camince's
It has been a couple of months now since I was discharged from the hospital and since everything happened. It has been a couple of months as well since I gave Gin the last chance and told him that my forgiveness wouldn't be that easy to get this time.
When I was discharged from the hospital, he was left since he still needed to be monitored, but after three days, he was discharged as well, and then his courtship, well, according to him, started. My family didn't seem to be surprised with his actions, daily visits with flowers, and all that things that suitors usually brought. Though he was only giving me artificial flowers as I told him to do because when he gave me a fresh rose, I felt nausea. My pregnancy hormones didn't like its smell.
I also noticed how he became close with Zhairo and I found out that Gin already explained everything to him and Zhairo was now giving him chance as well. They were back to their clos
CHAPTER 52If someone would tell me years ago that the time will come when I will marry the man I met eight years ago despite the pain he inflicted in me, despite the cheatings, and lies that he has done, I would probably laugh it off. Who would marry a man who has done so much to you for eight years? Certainly no one.But then, here I was, standing in front of a huge mirror with a wide smile on my face. I looked at the woman in the mirror and she too was smiling from ear to ear. Of course, the woman in the mirror was my reflection, an ecstatic woman because she would finally marry the man that she loves.Looking at myself, I didn't know I'll be able to be this beautiful. It has just been a month since Dion— Gin proposed and now we're marrying. Because of their connections, we were able to arrange everything in just a month; including my wedding gown that was worth a million dollars.Dad and Dion insisted that my wedding gown should be designed by t
Dionysus Dausel/Gin Montero's"Good morning, Mr. Montero, your meeting will start in five minutes.""Noted about that, Karen. Please, inform my wife that I might come home late. And remind her to take care and not to move around too much,""Will do that, Sir. Anything else?""Thank you but that's all. You may go back to your desk now."Karen, my secretary nodded as she stepped out of my office. When she was out of my sight, I took a deep breath and stared at the screen of my laptop where spreadsheet after spreadsheet and documents after documents were open. The spreadsheets were about financial reports while the documents were mostly proposals and contract drafts.As the years passed by, Gracious Express did good, and now we have hundreds of branches around the globe. It was all about hard work and of course, teamwork with Francis who was the co-CEO, and the other members of the company. My wife also contributed with this one,
Sweet Zhanaia Camince's"Mom, is dad coming home early tonight?"I looked at Louis, Gin and I's seven years old son who looked so adorable with his coconut-style hair and the bangs were on the side. I stared at him for a while as he put his elbow on my legs as a support for his weight while looking at me, waiting for my answer.Dom Louis C. Montero got his father's ocean blue eyes, the shape of his nose, and lips. He only got my brownish hair and some attitudes, but aside from that, he resembled Gin in everything. I remember my husband's face when he realized that Louis looked like him as he grow up, he was sulking by then."Argh, I actually wished to have an eldest daughter who would look like you, not the other way around. I don't want you to see anyone who looks like me,""Wow, Gin, are you jealous of our son?"I was bemused when he crossed his arms on his chest while pouting and that's when I realized he was indeed jealous of our son. Oh
Pleasantries! This is Mics Artemia, the author of A Trip To Remember. This introduction note was written to advise you to read A Trip To Your Heart first before reading this one since this is a Duology.A Trip To Remember is A Trip To Your Heart's sequel. The latter is still unedited, so, I apologize for errors that you will encounter upon reading. You will find the first book on my profile page, with the same theme as the book cover of A Trip To Remember.Kindly comment on your feedback, I would love to read them and use them to reflect on my writing and strive to be better. This is the third book I am going to write for the year 2021, and I hope you'll enjoy reading this and enjoy another journey with Zhanaia and Dion.Long life, Mickeys!xx Mics Artemia xx
8 Years Later... As the passengers descended the steel stairs, all of us who were left sighed in relief since this is yet another safe flight and we managed to do our jobs efficiently. We all prepared our things for it is our turn to leave the plane after the passengers. Most of us will stay in hotels while some, including me, can go home as we wait for our next flight. The familiarity of home enveloped my whole being as I reach the last step of the steel stairs and with a smile, I started pacing forward together with the other ladies wearing formal blue. I fished my phone out and set off the flight mode and notifications started coming in, mostly texts from my family, and there was also one from Caroline. I walked faster despite the heels I am wearing just to reach one of the airport's parking lots immediately. "Zhanaia!" "Zha!"
"I'm sorry, miss, but... who are you?" It was as if someone poured a cold bucket of water in me when he asked that question. My heart broke, and all the hopes in me shattered into pieces. "W-what... y-you're kidding, right?" I tried to laugh it off. "Oh, come on, Dion, I know you're just playing with me. Come on, stop this." But the serious look and confusion in his eyes said it all, he couldn't recognize me. He doesn't know me. And my system cannot accept this, I could feel my heart shattering into pieces as I look at him. He shook his head. "No, miss, I'm sorry. I don't know what you are saying. And I am not Dion." "Gin. My name is Gin." Our eyes locked, and although he denied it twice, I knew it is him. Dionysus. My Dion. But then... "Gin. My name is Gin."
"Gosh, Zha, if I hadn't read the article about his shipping company and his short biography, I wouldn't believe he is not Dion Dausel," Caroline commented as she gazed away from the tab on her laptop's screen where Gin's picture is on. Like what I did the first time I heard Dion's name from Lady Maya, Caroline and I made research about Gin after telling her everything that happened this morning. And it turned out that everything Gin told me was true. He owns a shipping company, Gracious Express, and it was launched last year, and so far, the performance it gives to the customers is good. According to our research too, he separates his personal life from business and is very keen on his privacy, hence the short biography we found. We also tried to find anything that will connect him to Dion, but indeed, his personal life was separated from business. In fact, there were only a few articles about h
Last night was a sleepless night for me. Gin called me using the endearment that Dion used to call me, hence, I had a hard time sleeping thinking it might be him. With the way he called me last night and what I felt after that, it was all Dion-like. But then we made a research about him, and couldn't find anything that will match him to Dion aside from that they looked alike, and their voices were the same as well, only that Gin sounded mature and manly than Dion. It's been eight years though, he could've been more mature and— ah, no, he's not Dion. While in the shower, I was thinking if it was really all just a coincidence. A coincidence that I met someone who looked exactly like Dion, and at the same place where we used to go before. Come to think of it, it doesn't look like a mere coincidence to me. Or was it and I was just making it all a big deal like what I always used to do? "Zha, c