Nobela ni Angelly WP

Her Tragedy She came home early with takeout. His favorite — sinigang, extra sour. The apartment was supposed to be empty. They had keys to each other’s places. Fiancé and future. That’s what she thought. The door wasn’t locked. Then she heard them. Laughter. Her sister’s laugh. The one she grew up with. The one that used to tell her bedtime stories. And his voice. Low, familiar, saying things he used to whisper to her. “Aifie will never know,” her sister said. “She’s too busy playing house.” “She deserves someone better,” he replied. “Someone who isn’t boring.” The bags slipped from her hands. Soup spilled across the floor like blood. They didn’t see her at first. Her sister was in her robe. His tie was undone on the couch. The ring she picked out together glinted on the coffee table while his mouth was on her sister’s neck. She didn’t scream. She just turned around and walked out. That was the day she learned betrayal has a sound. And a smell. And it lives in the place you called home. For months she was hollow. Work. Sleep. Cry in the shower. Her parents kept asking why she stopped coming to family dinners. She couldn’t say: Because the two people I trusted most are sleeping in my bed. Then she met him. Zane. Her fiancé’s older brother. The one who left five years ago to build himself from nothing. He came back now — sharp suit, colder eyes, and the new CEO of the company that once owned her fiancé’s future. She was betrayed by the ones who promised forever. But in the ruins, she found someone who chose her — and together, they’d make them watch.