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***Yashir’s POV***
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“Ano ba ’yong ginawa mo, Denise?” hindi ko na napigilang tanungin habang hawak ko ang manibela nang sobrang higpit. Nasa loob kami ng kotse, at kahit pilit kong kontrolin ang sarili ko, ramdam sa buong katawan ko ang tensyon—nanlilisik na ang mga mata ko sa galit.
Kahit walang sinabi si Azalea kanina—kahit walang direktang pasabog—ramdam ko. I could feel the weight of her silence. She was angry. Even if she didn’t say a word, the hatred and rage were clear in her eyes.
And Yzari? She openly showed her anger. I could clearly see the irritation on my daughter’s face—especially when she noticed what Denise was wearing: the earrings I gave Azalea on our anniversary. Earrings that held sentimental value for us.
Hindi ko alam kung paano ko ipapaliwanag ito kay
