ログインDARIUSNgayon nga pala ang pag-alis ni Akia and hinihintay ko naman ang pagdating ni Akhira. Sayang lang at hindi sila magkikita.Maaga pa lamang ay umalis na si Akia kasama ang kanyang personal Driver. Gusto ko pa sanang ihatid siya pero hindi ko na magawa dahil mukha namang hindi siya interesado. Sabik na sabik siyang umuwi sa kanina. Hindi ko maiwasang makungkot dahil sa pangalawang pagkakataon ay naiwan na naman ako."Good morning Sir, I'm back," masayang sabi Akhira dala-dala ang isang mabigat na maleta. Hindi ko soya tinulungan, hinayaan ko siyang higitin ito papasok ng bahay.Katulad noong una, ganun na ganun pa rin ang pananamit niya. Simple, walang make up, walang kahit na anong palamuti, napakasimpleng babae."Kumusta ang bakasyon, Akhira?" Nakangiting sabi ni Reina. Napakunot ako ng noo, para namang close na close sila dahil sa paraan ng pagngiti niya.“She did not go on vacation. She went home to care for her mother,” I said flatly, forcing a polite smile at them.“Is your
AKIAAs I gazed at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but smile. The beautiful necklace he had placed around my neck shimmered beneath the soft light of the room — tiny pearls that looked like drops of moonlight fallen to earth and turned into stone. I traced them gently with my fingers, and the warmth of his touch seemed to linger still against my skin. Hindi talaga ako malapit sa mga lalaki. Kaya nga wala akong boyfriend hanggang ngayon — hindi ako sanay sa atensyon, hindi ako sanay na may tumitingin sa akin nang ganoon, na parang may nakikita siyang iba. Ngunit pagdating kay Darius… nagiging iba ako. Sa tuwing nandiyan siya, tila may nagigising sa loob ko na matagal nang natutulog. Lumalabas ang pagiging babae ko — ang pusong matagal nang sarado, unti-unting bumubukas. "Pwede bang pumasok?" Narinig ko ang boses ni Reina mula sa labas ng pinto. Mabilis kong inayos ang aking sarili at humarap sa kanya. "Oo naman," sagot ko. Dahan-dahang bumukas ang pinto at pumasok si Reina.
AKIA The moment we stepped through our front door, the air felt different—lighter, like something heavy I’d carried for so long had finally slipped off my shoulders. I still felt the warmth of his hand at my lower back, steady and sure, and my skin hummed where his knuckles had brushed my jaw. For so long I’d thought he only saw me as the wife he was bound to, the one who followed orders and stayed quiet, who learned to shrink herself so she would not get in the way. But today… today he looked at me like I mattered. Like I was more than just a duty, more than just a name on a marriage contract. I watched him set the bags down on the table, his shoulders broad and tense, like he was still holding back so much more than he’d said. When he turned to me and pulled out that small velvet box, my breath caught in my throat. I remembered that day months ago—we’d driven past this same mall, and I’d glanced at that tiny flame pendant for barely a second before looking away, afraid to want
DARIUSI gripped the steering wheel tighter than I needed to, my knuckles turning white, trying to focus on the road while my mind kept drifting back to the sound of her voice—soft, unsure, like she still could not believe what had just happened. I had said it was my duty as her husband, but duty was the last thing I felt right now. Duty was cold, something you did out of obligation, a weight you carried because you had no other choice. What I felt for her burned hotter than that. It was fear, sharp and unrelenting—fear that I would break her before I learned how to hold her right; guilt, heavy and thick, for every harsh word, every command, every time I’d made her feel small and unseen; and something so bright it scared me half to death, something I’d spent years burying under layers of control and silence, something I’d never thought I was allowed to have. Sinulyapan ko siya sa gilid ng aking mga mata. Nakatingin siya sa labas ng bintana, ang kanyang mga kamay ay tahimik na magkah
AKIA The moment the door clicked shut behind him, my knees gave way and I sank down onto the floor, pressing a hand over my mouth to muffle the sob that threatened to tear out of my throat. For so long I had grown used to his silence—his coldness, his sharp words, the way he always pulled away just when I thought we were finally getting close. I had told myself a thousand times that I was used to it, that I could endure anything as long as he was still there, even if only at a distance. But hearing him stand up for me like that—hearing him tell his own mother that I would not be treated that way again—felt like someone had finally reached into my chest and breathed life back into a heart I had thought was already broken beyond repair. I sat there for a long time, knees pulled to my chest, tears spilling silently over my cheeks. I had stopped expecting kindness from him. I had stopped hoping that one day he would look at me and see me—not just the girl bound to him by duty, not jus
DARIUSI let out a breath I felt like I had been holding for months, my shoulders slumping as every ounce of tension that had coiled tight within me finally began to unravel. The sharp, burning anger that had flared up moments ago drained away completely, leaving behind only a quiet, heavy certainty—one that had been growing in the dark corners of my mind for far too long. I could not wait another minute. I could not stand by and watch her carry every burden alone, while I stood on the sidelines pretending I did not care, pretending that pushing her away would somehow protect both of us.I walked quickly down the long hallway, my footsteps echoing softly against the polished floors, taking the back stairs two at a time toward the west wing where Akia had run off to. Every step felt like I was chasing after something I had already let slip through my fingers too many times before. I had spent so long building walls around myself—brick by brick, lock by lock—convincing myself that being







