Diary of Fragile Heart (Spin of Loving You Too Long)

Their honeymoon plans were ultimately delayed for quite a while because Gladwin couldn’t take his annual leave as his colleague had already applied for it earlier. Combined with his property company receiving numerous orders, Gladwin’s time was suddenly consumed.

Flavia didn’t mind. For her, as long as her husband returned home healthy and safe, that was already happiness. As for the remaining time she had, it had significantly dwindled against her wishes.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Their marriage was now nearing its first anniversary. They were just counting down the days until their anniversary. Anxious? Of course, Flavia was anxious. But she had made a decision, and she wouldn’t waver. Flavia knew her decision would hurt them both, especially Gladwin. But Flavia was confident that this was a test in their marriage.

No life is without trials, isn’t it? Even compared to marriages out there, the trials they faced weren’t that significant.

Flavia believed that she and Gladwin would be able to weather this storm. Even if one day Gladwin was angry with her, angry about the decision she was about to make, then Flavia would kneel before her husband to seek his forgiveness.

But one thing Flavia was sure of was that the trials they were facing and would face now would have a beautiful end. But if not? Then Flavia entrusted everything to the Happy Owner.

In mid-February, Gladwin finally got his share of leave. He seemed so ecstatic when he came home and announced that they would be vacationing for two weeks. “If necessary, we’ll explore the entire America,” that’s what her husband said as they were busy packing.

During their journey, they spent time telling each other stories. They stopped by a local diner to enjoy the cuisine. They savored the dating moments they had missed before due to their somewhat unconventional wedding process.

Upon arriving at the hotel, they opted to rest due to exhaustion, and after breakfast the next day, they finally made their travel plans.

They eventually embarked on a random journey, following their moods and the weather until the two weeks passed by effortlessly. Now, they were back in their hometown, returning to their routines. Gladwin resumed his work at the hospital, tending to his patients and managing his company during his spare time. Meanwhile, Flavia returned to managing the cafe and her design work.

Flavia was already at the cafe; it was already noon. Shortly before lunch, her phone rang. Flavia grabbed her phone without diverting her attention from the building design she was working on, unlocking it with her fingerprint. She furrowed her brow when she saw who the message was from.

Dr. Madsen:

Did your honeymoon bear fruit?

Less than five days left, Via.

I hope you haven’t forgotten your promise.

Flavia chose to flip her phone over and leave it on silent mode. Five days. She smirked. The battle would soon begin in five days.

Suddenly, Flavia’s chest tightened. Anger enveloped her, mingled with the pain of fearing losing Gladwin. It was truly agonizing. Thinking about the decision she had made. Hurting the people she loved, especially Gladwin.

Flavia eventually gave in; she couldn’t focus on her work anymore. She cried instantly. Tears that she had tried to hold back for the past two weeks now flowed freely. The problems she had tried to push away, tried to forget, now greeted her again.

She didn’t want to have ill thoughts about her God. But she was still just a regular human who would cry and wail when sad and disappointed. Oh God, strengthen her. She was just a woman with too much love. She didn’t want to lose anymore, let alone leave. But that was the choice she had to make.

Flavia tried to steel herself. Hopefully, what she believed in – her love and trust in Gladwin – was indeed true. Hopefully, the choice she made would bear sweet fruit.

Flavia shut down her MacBook, putting it into her bag. She grabbed her phone and then left her room. There was only one person she had to meet right now. Only he could give her peace of mind.

Their taxi had arrived at Quirino’s residence, and Flavia entered through the front door. On a day like this, her father was at the office, and her younger siblings were still at school. Only her mother and the one-year-old baby were surely at home.

True enough, Flavia saw Claire sitting with Meizar in her lap. The toddler looked sleepy, sucking on a pacifier. Flavia greeted her stepmother, who warmly smiled back at her.

“Darling, it’s not usual for you to come here in the daytime like this. Aren’t you supposed to be working on your dad’s design request?” Claire always knew about their work because Flavia’s father always talked about it.

Yes, the husband and wife always shared everything down to the smallest details because it was one of the commitments their parents upheld. “To avoid misunderstandings and disputes,” that was the reason their parents gave. It was something Flavia and Gladwin thought to emulate to keep their marriage free from future conflicts caused by third-party interference.

Flavia nodded at her mother. “Yeah. The deadline is coming up soon, but I can still handle it, Ma,” she said casually.

Flavia chose to sit beside her stepmother, being affectionate by resting her chin on her mother’s right shoulder and teasing the chubby-bodied toddler in her lap.

“Meizae. Hey. Wake up. Don’t you miss me?” Flavia poked the chubby cheeks of her youngest sibling with her index finger, trying to wake him up. This clearly irritated Claire, and she swatted Flavia’s hand away and scolded her.

“Poor thing, he just fell asleep. Don’t tease him. You don’t know how exhausting it is to deal with this little baby.” She scolded, which made Flavia grin without feeling the slightest bit guilty.

“He’s just as greedy as Ignazio was when he was a baby, isn’t he?”

“Yes. Much greedier than Ignazio.” Her mother replied.

After feeling satisfied, Claire took her youngest son into the room. She laid him down in the crib before leaving the room with the door open and returning to Flavia. “Are you hungry? Taking care of Meizar constantly makes me feel hungry.”