Tita Norma stood up with her head held high, but hindi maitago sa nangangalit niyang mga mata ang pagkabalisa. Mabagal siyang naglalakad, at nang marating ang malaking pinto, she cast one last deadly glare—her eyes burned with a mix of defeat and fury, her pride unwilling to completely crumble. Her heels clicked sharply against the marble floor, echoing the finality of her departure.
Hindi ko mapigilan ang ngumiti. Anyone watching her now would have thought she still held control—parang siya pa rin ang may hawak sa susunod na mangyayari, at siya pa rin ang makapangyarihan sa lahat. But I knew better. This was the face of a woman who had just lost her grip, and the anger behind those eyes was apparent. It wasn’t just defeat; it was a promise of retaliation. I had to be ready.
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