Honey, I'm Home

th engineering brilliance, sat hunched over his drafting table, a blueprint spread before him like a map to an uncharted world. The faint scent of

was a symphony of urban chaos that Albert had long since learned to tune out. His focus was entirely on the intricate lines and cu

ture. He had a sleek sports car, a luxurious condo in the heart of Makati, and a bank account that could rival the coffers of a small nation. Yet,

ted his life to his passion, to building structures that would leave an indelible mark on the ci

chasing success, too focused on his career, to even think about settling down. Now, as he approached his late forties, the realization hit him with the force of a tida

Maria. They had been inseparable, two souls intertwined by a love that seemed destined to last forever. But life, as it often does, had intervened. He had chosen his career, and she

den, pierced his heart. He had made his choice, but was it the right one? But even if he wanted to bring ever

sk at hand. He had a deadline to meet, a client to impress, a legacy to build. Mr. Lim, the owner of the structure, expects a n

g feverishly, his hand moving with the precision of a seasoned maestro. He poured his heart and soul into the projec

a testament to his talent, a legacy that would outlive him. But as he worked, a quiet v

He had achieved everything he had ever wanted, yet a deep sense of emptiness gnawed at his soul. He had built

ersonal void. He had to find a way to find love, to build a family, to create a life. Yet, no matter how much he t

r. Hoping to meet someone who can satisfy his yearning. He is ready

from all the planning, Albert chose to go home to his plush condo u

which he was the main engineer. He muttered to himself,

. The owner, so exhilarated by what he built for him, awarded Engineer Albert with one of the

d went straight to the showers. He felt so d

gradually undressed. Quickly, he immersed