Chapter 89 Chapter 30.2
HEAVEN’S POV
I honestly thought Desmond had been joking when he said he would see me again yesterday.
I wanted to believe that it was just another empty threat—something said in the heat of emotion, something he wouldn’t actually follow through on. But here he was again, in the Pasay branch.
We hadn’t crossed paths yet, but I saw him earlier entering an office not far from mine. The mere sight of him was enough to unsettle me, to throw my thoughts into complete chaos.
What was he doing here again?
Was he really not going to stop?
“Ma’am, the meeting will start in five minutes,” my secretary reminded me gently.
I glanced at the time and realized that I had been staring blankly for far too long. I grabbed my bag and stood up, forcing myself to move. My secretary followed closely behind as we walked toward the conference room.
The moment I stepped inside, everyone stood up.
“Good morning, Miss Director,” they greeted in unison.
I nodded, keeping my expression professional and unreadable as I walked to my seat at the head of the table. Just as I was about to sit down, my eyes drifted to my side—and my brows immediately furrowed.
What was he doing here?
Desmond sat calmly near the end of the table, as if he belonged there. But he didn’t. This was the Pasay branch. He was assigned to the Marikina branch. He wasn’t supposed to be part of this meeting.
I sat down, and the discussion began. Papers were opened, reports were presented, and suggestions were exchanged—but I couldn’t concentrate.
Desmond was right beside me.
I could feel his gaze on me, steady and unyielding, and it made my skin prickle. My mind raced with questions. What was he really doing here?
“By the way,” one of the executives spoke up, as if reading my thoughts, “Sir Desmond will now be working here as the CEO of our branch, while our former CEO will now be handling the Marikina branch.”
I turned to Desmond.
He was already looking at me—his eyes bright, almost triumphant, as if he had just won something. There was satisfaction written all over his face.
I knew it.
He had done this. He had made this happen. He had arranged the switch.
I shook my head at him subtly, my frustration growing by the second.
The meeting continued, but my patience wore thin. I gripped the pen in my hand so tightly that I almost wanted to stab his eyes with it—eyes that wouldn’t stop watching me.
I didn’t know whether he was simply staring in awe, watching me speak confidently and give business suggestions, or whether he was deliberately trying to distract me.
Finally, the meeting ended.
Everyone stood up and filed out of the conference room one by one. I stayed seated, my back straight, my jaw clenched. Desmond remained where he was too.
I knew he wouldn’t leave.
And I knew I needed to confront him.
Once the room was empty and it was just the two of us, I finally turned to him.
“What are you doing here?” I asked sharply. “You even switched branches. Are you serious?”
He looked at me calmly. There was no emotion in his eyes—no guilt, no hesitation.
“I’m serious about you, Heaven,” he replied. “You’re the only one who thinks I’m not serious, that what I feel for you isn’t real.”
My lips parted slightly. Every time I argued with him, he had this way of stopping me mid-sentence, of leaving me momentarily speechless.
“I will file for divorce,” I said, swallowing hard. “Isn’t it clear enough that I don’t want any connection with you anymore?”
I hated myself for hesitating, for wondering whether my words would hurt him.
Why did I even care?
It was better if he got hurt.
“Even if you send me thousands of divorce papers,” he answered calmly as he stood up, “I will never sign a single one of them.”
He smiled at me.
No. Don’t smile like that.
“Get used to it,” he continued. “Because you’ll be seeing my face every day. I don’t care if someone is courting you. I’ll court you too.”
With that, he turned and walked out of the conference room.
I let out a dry laugh.
The word giving up clearly didn’t exist in his vocabulary.
I returned to my office in a daze. If we were now in the same branch, that meant I would see him every day. Talk to him every day. Deal with him every single day.
I closed my eyes tightly and massaged my temples.
I called Mommy Shiermy.
“Hello, Heaven? Why did you call?” she asked.
“Mom, did you know about Desmond transferring to the Pasay branch?” I asked.
“What? He transferred there?” she sounded surprised. “What about his position in Marikina?”
I sighed deeply.
“He’s here. He switched branches with the CEO here.”
“I didn’t know about that,” she said. “He didn’t tell me anything.”
So he really did decide everything on his own.
“Have you talked to him?” she asked. “Did you ask why he transferred there? Back when you weren’t around, he rarely visited any branch. Now I’m only finding out that he’s been frequently going to the Pasay branch.”
I felt helpless.
Part of me wanted to go back to Germany, to escape everything—but I couldn’t leave my family in Manila again, especially now that my parents were getting older.
I didn’t want to be selfish.
But how was I supposed to avoid Desmond if we worked in the same company?
“Are you still there, Heaven?” Mommy Shiermy asked.
“Yes, Mom.”
“I can’t control Desmond’s mind, dear,” she said gently. “I did what you asked before. I didn’t tell him about your child. I respected your decision to leave. I don’t want to interfere in your relationship anymore. I’m sorry, mija. But if Desmond wants to fix things… maybe it wouldn’t hurt to listen. If my son truly regrets what he did, why not give him a second chance—for your child to have a complete family?”
I didn’t answer.
I still didn’t trust Desmond.
I couldn’t stop thinking that he and Macie might be planning something against me.
They couldn’t blame me for thinking that way.
When I was grieving Daryl’s loss, it felt like they were celebrating—like Desmond was finally free. Free from responsibility. Free from me.
That picture I saw back then—it was still burned into my memory. Clear. Unforgettable.
At lunchtime, I decided to eat at the cafeteria. The food there was good, and I usually ate there unless I had specific cravings.
After getting my meal, I sat at an empty table. The employees around me chatted quietly, following the company rule of keeping voices low during lunch.
“Why didn’t you tell me?!” a woman suddenly shouted.
Everyone’s attention shifted.
Didn’t she know the rules?
I looked toward the entrance, trying to find the source of the noise—and my brows knitted together when I saw Desmond standing there, with a woman following closely behind him.
“I went to your office in Marikina,” the woman continued loudly. “I kept calling you, but you didn’t answer. You should’ve told me you were already here in Pasay. Why did you transfer? You were in the main branch—why move here?”
I could see the irritation on Desmond’s face.
He said something, but his voice was too low for me to hear.
“I don’t care,” the woman snapped. “I’m talking to you. Face me, Desmond. I am talking to you.”
“Will you shut up, Scarlett,” Desmond said sharply.
He grabbed the woman’s arm and dragged her out of the cafeteria.
I shook my head slowly.
Who was she?
His new girlfriend?
Or someone he was courting?