Heal My Heart
By clefairy
Date: September 24, 2022
Ch. 8Seven


SANDRA'S playboy of an ex-boyfriend was now married! And she couldn't believe it. 

Wayne broke up with her because he said he couldn't stand being in a serious relationship. And now this? She was seeing him being with a pregnant woman whom he just called his wife. 

And he looked like a happily married man.

“Miss, excuse me! You're blocking the way.” 

She stirred when she realized she was looking like a mannequin at the entrance of the coffee shop. 

She took a deep breath and entered the shop. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. First, it was Jake. Then Wayne.

She hadn't fully recovered from her shock when she saw another familiar face. 

It was Trey this time, her second boyfriend.

He was sitting on one of the tables of the coffee shop. He was smiling wide, his arms wrapped around the shoulder of another man beside him. 

Trey was a gay man. He broke up with her after finally coming out as a member of the LGBT community. 

Throughout their six month relationship, she never once thought that he wasn't straight. Well, he was very masculine. And he was a very good boyfriend. Caring and kind. That's why she was so shocked when he broke up with her.

They had a bad break up. It was due to the fact that that time, she couldn't accept that he was gay. Besides, he made a fool out of her. 

The last time they saw each other was at their college graduation. They shared the same university. Same with Vince. 

Well, that was five years ago. She couldn't believe she'd seen him again. 

“Ma'am, are you okay?”

She turned to the staff who was standing in front of her. 

She shook her head before standing up and heading to the exit of the shop.

Her chest was heavy as she stood on the sidewalk to wait for a taxi. 

Suddenly, she was in a bad mood. Bitterness came back and filled her whole system. 

 She felt like fate was playing with her. If not, then why the hell did she see all of her ex-boyfriends today? 

Life was so damn unfair. Why did my ex-boyfriends who hurt me ended up being happy? 

And here I was, still miserable and sad in life. Still alone. Still broken. 

She realized tears had already escaped her eyes. She tried to dried her eyes using her fingers. 

 Stop being so emotional again, Sandra, she told herself.

She took a deep breath and tried her best to calm herself. But her damn tears wouldn't listen to her. They kept on falling like waterfalls. 

She muttered a curse when she couldn't get a taxi. 

Damn. What a really bad day! She was already unfortunate in love life and now, even in getting a taxi?! 

She stilled when a black BMW car stopped in front of her. 

The tinted window of the car opened. She was welcomed by the handsome face of a man. Dr. Dylan Laxamana.

“Hi, Sandra.” He gr eeted her with a warm smile.

“Dylan!”

Sandra muttered in front of the man. Suddenly, her tears stopped falling at the sight of him. 

He stepped down from his car and went to her.

“What are you doing here?” His forehead frowned. "Wait, are you crying?" 

“Uh... I'm waiting for a taxi.” I said as I tried to dry up my face. "I'm not crying. Just allergies." I lied, sniffing. 

She surveyed him. He was wearing a white polo shirt that was folded up to his elbows. The first two buttons were opened giving her a glimpse of his chest. He looked real hot. 

“Come on. I'll drive you home.”

“What?” 

She didn't expect what he'd say. Well, she didn't even expect that she would see him again after that night in her unit. And all of the places, here on the sidewalk? 

 He smiled. Tila naaaliw sa reaksiyon niya. “Come on. Get in my car. I'll drive you to your apartment.”

“No, it's okay,” she shook her head. "I can… uh, manage."

“Hmm. Tell me, Sandra. Do I look like a bad guy to you?” 

He turned serious as he crossed his arms over his chest. 

“What? Of course not. You don't look like a bad guy." She pursed her lips. 

No one would ever think that a man like Dr. Dylan Laxamana was a bad guy. He was a pediatrician, for heaven's sake. A very handsome pediatrician for that matter. 

The corner of his lips lifted up in a smile. “Hmm. Well, then if you really believe that I'm not a bad guy, then you'll allow me to drive you home."

“Well…” An amused smile played on her lips. In the end, she accepted his offer. 

She entered his car and took the front seat. 

“Seatbelt.”

She almost jumped on her seat when Dylan leaned into her to help her put on the seatbelt. 

His masculine scent assaulted her nostrils. He smelled so good.

“Uhm, thank you,” she muttered. 

“Welcome.” He smiled. But then his smile faded away while he stared at her face. “Did you cry, didn't you? It was not allergies."

Before she could answer, he already placed his finger on the skin under her eyes. 

His skin was warm. She felt a low amount of electricity that travelled her skin because of his touch. 

“Have you been crying, Sandra?” He asked in a concerned voice. His forehead was in a crease. His voice gentle. 

She bit her lower lip and avoided his gaze. “Uhm. Nothing. This is nothing, Dylan." She bit her lower lip. 

He moved away from her and settled himself on the driver seat. He still hadn't started the car. His eyes remained on her, as if trying to read her face. 

“Come on, Sandra. You can tell me," Dylan probed in a gentle voice. His warm eyes encouraging her to speak. 

Something hot covered her heart. And there, she couldn't stop herself from confiding in him for the second time around. 



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