Miss Misunderstood (Revised and Translated Version)

Chapter 7

After getting the divorce papers, the next thing I did was start selling my assets. I also moved to a different hotel and made sure Lucas couldn't follow me anymore.

He no longer had a reason to look for me because everything between us was done and resolved, but I just wanted to make sure, and yes, I received a vast amount after they combined both of our assets.

I knew he was having a lot of regrets because he lost a lot.

The first thing I sold was the resthouse, don't ask me why. Honestly, if I didn't think it would be a waste, I might have just bulldozed it or set it on fire, but if I had put it on fire, someone else could have been affected because it was in the middle of the forest.

'I'm not that heartless.'

It wasn't that hard to find a buyer. The resthouse was the most important and memorable place to me before, but because of the two shameless fellas, it turned into the thing I hate the most.

I had an acquaintance that handled everything, the same as with other properties named after me. I wanted to sell everything, so I no longer had a reason to go back. I plan to stay in the Philippines for good, start over, and forget.

ANOTHER WEEK HAD PASSED. I was busy that whole week. I didn't care what was going on with my ex-husband, but I kept receiving messages from the company's employees. Although I had already made them understand that I didn't want to hear anything about that man anymore, they still didn't stop. I just shrugged when a text was about him.

We found buyers during the week and sold everything I needed to sell. I was delighted but a bit sad about that. I knew they would take good care of those pretty houses they bought from me. There were five in all, three in the countryside, one resthouse, and the last one in the city. My assets went fourfold, but I didn't care much about those. I donated some, and soon—I knew they would get mad once Lucas and his dad found out where I sent their money.

I don't know, but that made me feel so excited.

"Are you sure about your decision, Elyana?" Mom asked on the other line. We talked through video calls while organizing my things in one suitcase. I forgot I was talking to her because of so many things in my head.

I was preparing for my flight. Like—finally! It had been years. Lucas didn't want to visit the Philippines because he said it was a hot country for someone who grew up somewhere cold. We Filipinos are different. You know, we are used to the heat.

"Yes, Mom, I'm sure," I answered without looking at the screen of the laptop that I was using to talk to her at that moment.

"Can't you come here with us in Turkey first? So we could have our bonding time. Your dad would be pleased if you would," she asked, and I could feel how much she missed me in her voice.

I turned to the screen and stopped what I was doing. I looked at Mom with a sly smile and answered, "You know that's the country Lucas and I met. We both have memories in almost every place and corner of our house. I want to forget, Mom and heal. I may look okay and don't think about what happened, but deep inside, I'm not,"

My mother's eyes became sadder because of what I said. Dad suddenly appeared and peered into the camera.

"Let her decide, hon. I trust our daughter," he said as he squeezed one hand on Mom's shoulder slightly. He stared at me for seconds and gave me a sweet smile.