“Jesus Christ, Coreen, what happened to your face?” Demani blurted out as soon as she opened the door and saw her cousin’s swollen, bruised eye.
Coreen was crying. Her lip was split, her eye puffed and purple, and a large bump had formed on her forehead.
The moment she saw Demani, Coreen broke down in sobs and quickly wrapped her arms around her in a desperate embrace.
Demani stood frozen for a moment, unable to find the right words. Her anger surged, building like a fire in her chest. She didn’t need to ask what had happened. She already knew who was responsible for doing this to her cousin.
“I’m going to kill that bastard,” she muttered, her voice shaking with rage. She gently pulled away and studied Coreen’
Just as she expected, everyone looked for Van.The whole family already knew that their trip to Palawan didn’t push through, so no one bothered asking why he wasn’t with her.As she usually did whenever her husband couldn’t attend family gatherings, she simply told them that Van had something important to do. Which was true. But lately, she had started feeling uncomfortable answering all their questions about him.So that day, to avoid the barrage of questions from her relatives, she quietly slipped into her grandmother Grandma Val’s room. Despite her old age and recurring illness, Grandma Val still managed to get up and greet her with a warm embrace. Her grandmother had been watching a drama series on TV, which she paused upon seeing her arrive.
The next few days went back to normal for Demani and Van. They were happy again, and everything seemed to be falling back into place.Or so she thought.Well, that was what Demani wanted to believe.But no matter how much effort she put into restoring the closeness they once had, it felt like there was now a wall between them. Something intangible, but undeniably there.Now, she found herself hesitating before doing or saying things around Van, constantly gauging whether her words or actions might upset him again. It was as if she had to walk on eggshells, carefully checking whether what she wanted to say or do was acceptable to him.She had become overly cautious; not out of fear, but out of desperation to avoid conflict.And even though Van would still smile at her and try to show affection, something sti
It was ten o’clock in the evening again when Van came home. That, too, was nothing new. Somehow, she had gotten used to him returning late at night. She had stopped asking questions because he always gave the same answer.“I went out with some clients.”And she believed him. Of course she did. She knew her husband would never lie to her.“Would you like something to eat?” she asked as he entered through the front door. Unlike the past few nights, Van didn’t smell of alcohol. And he didn’t seem upset.He even gave her a faint smile.“You waited up again,” he said.She tightened the belt of her silk robe. She had been cold for a
It was Sunday the next day, and they should have been in Palawan by now, probably swimming in the resort pool, if only she hadn’t made that reckless decision the other day.Since they were no longer able to go on vacation, Demani began wondering if maybe she could invite her husband to join the Sunday family get-together instead.That morning, they sat together at the dining table. Van, quiet and composed, settled into his usual seat. He was dealing with a terrible hangover when he woke up, but still, he had gotten up, walked around, and prepared himself for the day.He opened the newspaper as he always did, took small sips from the cup of coffee she made, and ate his breakfast without saying much.It looked like a typical morning.
It was a little past one in the morning when Demani heard the sound of her husband’s car pulling up. She rushed to the front door, eager to meet him. But after several minutes of waiting, the door still hadn’t opened.Frowning, she turned the knob and stepped outside. She walked toward the garage, and what she saw confused her even more. Van was standing by the side of his car. His hands were resting on the roof, his head bowed. The engine was off, but the driver’s door remained open.She approached him, worry tightening in her chest. She had only taken a few steps when she heard Van let out a low groan.Her brows furrowed.Was he hurt?A terrifying thought crossed her mind. What if he ha
Demani reached out to her husband, hoping to embrace him and let him feel how much she loved him. She wanted him to know that he was important to her, that she cared for him, that her heart belonged to him entirely. She also wanted to promise that what had happened would not happen again. That even she was growing tired of how Coreen was treating her own life.But just as she was about to touch him, Van gently pulled away and avoided her hand."Never mind, Demani. I know that no matter what I say, it'll go in one ear and out the other. You know I understand and love you, so you think this is okay. Let's not talk for now, or I might say something I regret."She could not respond. Van turned off the lamp and faced away from her.Feeling utterly crushed and defeated, Demani