Chapter 43B- Fairytale

Napatigil sa paghinga si Anjelouv nang pumasok si Clinton sa kaniyang silid. Pinasadahan nito ng tingin ang maletang kaniyang dadalhin paalis sa mansyon ng mga Villamor. She had already decided to raise her white flag after realizing everything.

Napalunok siya nang magtama ang mata nilang dalawa. Clinton's imposing and ruthless aura filled the room. Hindi pa man ito nagsasalita ay batid na agad ang dominanteng personalidad nito. He is in his Ralph Luren polo that is folded on his forearms. Nakabukas ang unang botones nito kaya malayang makikita ang mapipinong balahibo sa parteng dibdib.

He is just looking at her without any emotions etched on his face. He is different, completely different from the Clinton that he once adored.

"I asked our family driver to escort you home." He said in a cold tone.

Napaawang na lamang ang bibig niya at hindi na nagawang makagalaw pa. Ang pagkamuhi at lumbay ay unti-unting sinakop ang bawat parte ng kaniyang puso.

She felt betrayed. She is hopeless. She'