Fragments of Memories 2: Beautiful Stranger

Chapter One: The Ex-Wife

January 15, 2020

With a burgundy glass on the folding table, Elaine poured wine into it once more. She then settled

herself on the wooden bistro chair that was facing towards the open shore of Boracay Beach.

It was four in the morning. As usual, she couldn't seem to fall asleep not until midnight falls or the sun

rises. It's been one hell of a month of moving from place to place. She stayed at a hotel somewhere in

the Visayas; from Iloilo to Cebu. From there, she flew to Panglao then El Nido. She will fly back to Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Manila on the next day to settle in the condo unit she invested in.

Her real work will start by then. She could not get any more nervous about it even though she had been

prepping for it for almost a month.

Elaine sipped her wine. She took her time clearing the glass. She wanted to savor every drop as if it

would take her forever to taste it ever again.

After emptying her glass, she looked up in the sky. She could hardly see the moon up there. Even the

stars seemed like hiding away from her sight. Perhaps, thick clouds tucked them in, making the night

mysteriously darker.

As similar to the poet's belief, Danica Gim, Elaine also believed that people were like the moon.

Sometimes, you need to disappear before you can return in full.

Full.

The first and last time she felt complete was three years ago. Unfortunately, it didn't last for long.

The feeling of incompleteness crashed back into her. Something's not right. Something's lost. Looking

back gave Elaine plenty of regrets. She wished she didn't do that, she wished she didn't say this, she

wished she wasn't born like this. But it was unfair to wish for the latter. Too many wrong decisions have

been made that are hard to undo.

Elaine heaved a deep sigh.

She poured wine into the glass for the nth time. When she came back, she missed not only the wine

but also missed a lot of things. From materials, places she used to go, the food she used to eat, and

people who no longer wanted to see her ever again.

Fate and faith brought her back. There has to be a reason why she was finally here again. She wasn't

certain if everything's going to be okay but come what may she's giving it a shot.

A smile crept into her lips as soon she saw the light slowly taking over the dark. Boracay by far has the

most striking sunrises in the country. It was a sight to behold as a tourist like her, and for locals, too, for

sure.

"Beautiful..." she whispered, her eyes fixed on the amazing view of the sunrise. It was a mixture of fiery

red and orange teasing every tourist and beach lover to take a picture or enjoy the view. Too bad,

Elaine forgot to bring the camera with her. She didn't think about it right before she went out of her suite

early on.

It took three long sorrowful years before Elaine gets to see the sunrise again. It was long and stale

years that were rather unprogressive for her to feel.

But the long wait was finally over, her agony had diminished. A tiny string of hope kept her up, so does

courage. It wouldn't be easy.

She slid her hand into the robe's pocket and pulled the red purse out. She opened it, drawing out a

resealable pouch in hand. She stared at it for a moment.

A sorrowful smile etched her lips. Her hand formed to a tight fist, with the pouch still in hand, crumpling

it all at once. Someone from her past gave it to her only to take it back from her in the end. Fortunately,

she managed to get it back ¬ against that person’s will, of course.

How was he? For the past three years, he surely was busy hating her. Sadly, he’d probably continue

hating her.

TAN'S eyes settled on the envelope that Atty. Ramas, their family's lawyer, laid down on his desk. He

had a serious look on his face. It was half-past nine in the evening and he rarely saw him in his office.

He was wondering what made him storm into his office this late and could not wait for the sunrise.

The old man called him a few hours ago, asking him to drop by his house tonight. But he replied saying

he'd visit him some other day. He was too tired to even drive himself home. He had been slept deprived

for the last three nights. He was starting to get exhausted managing his job in the hospital and

resolving the DM Textile's current situation all at once.

"I told you I'd pay you a visit," he told him. He continued taking his hospital gown off and hung it on the

clothes rack before turning on his feet to face the lawyer. He had been considered as part of their

family for quite a long time.

"That is urgent," he referred to the envelope he placed on his desk. "Open it," he urged. He's got a

worried look on his face.

Tan followed as told so. Hastily, he opened it and pulled out something there. Basically, they were just

photos. A candid whole body shot of a woman who seemed to be coming out from the famous clothing

store in the country. A collection of both focused and stolen shots of different angles, which obviously

taken from different places in the Philippines.

Different images of the same woman compiled in an envelope. And she looked disappointingly familiar.

She seemed happy with her life, Tan realized. In almost every shot in her photos, she looked happy in

there, her face always flashing out a wide smile with shopping bags in her hands. She was still the

same woman he knew. Her wardrobe still costs hundreds of thousand pesos.

She used the money she received from him and his family well, it was obvious. His jaws clenched at

the thought of it. He stared back at Atty. Ramas with his eyes squinting in anger.

"What about this woman?"

"Aren't you curious why she's back? According to my source, she came back to the country two months

ago. I even got her new home address. It's in the file right in the envelope. You can check it out,"

He slammed the photos down the table, giving the old man a bored look on the face.

"I have nothing to do with this woman," he replied almost coldly.

"It has been three years already. I was just thinking what if she might—"

"I don't want to talk about her,"

Retreating, the lawyer drew a deep breath. Tan grabbed his car keys, obviously trying to dismiss the

topic fully. All he wanted to do is to get back home to finally get some rest and most likely call it a day.

"Aren't you going to see her?"

He looked back at him. "For what? I don't see any reason why I should,"

"But she's your wife," he answered.

"Ex-wife," he corrected him.