“Don’t give me your excuses!” Selena’s voice reverberated through the Vergara hallway, her heels digging into the marble as though she could carve her rage into the ground itself. “Alam mo kung anong ginawa nito? They made me look weak. They made me look like I’m nothing but some woman begging for your scraps!”
Her chest heaved, eyes glistening but refusing to release tears. “Lahat ng pinaghirapan ko—lahat ng lakas na itinayo ko para patunayan na hindi ako alipin ng pangalan mo—isang video lang, Damien, at balik na naman ako sa dati!”
Damien’s jaw flexed, but his tone remained hard, unyielding. “Hindi ko ipapahiya ang babaeng mahal ko noon sa ganitong paraan.”
Selena’s laugh was sharp, broken, half-mad. “Noon? Noon, Damien? You think that word excuses everything? You think telling me wh
