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The price of selfish ambition is unbearable guilt and a life consumed by regret. - Arya "HINDI na kita mahal, hindi naman talaga kita minahal" Ismael's cold words pierced my heart, napatingin ako sakanya at unting unti nawala ngiti ko, alam ko naman una palang na hindi niya talaga ako minahal dahil ang tunay niyang mahal ay yung kapatid ko, ako lang naman talaga nagpupumilit isiksik sarili ko sakanya. I took his hand, gazing into his emotionless eyes, sobrang sakit. "ismael naman wag ka nga magbiro ng ganyan, " I said, forcing a smile, though inside I wanted to explode. "We've been married for over two years. kaya papaano mo nasasabi ang mga bagay na yan sakin" "Wag kangang magpatawa, alam natin pareho na hindi kita mahal at hindi kita minahal kahit kailan, ikaw ang dahilan kung bakit namatay si trisha, napaka sama mong makapatid" puno ng pait niyang sabi sakin na kina piga ng puso ko. "Please mahal wag moko iwan mahal na mahal kita please hindi ko kayang mawala ka sakin, ikaw lang ang meron ako" Umiiyak kong sambit sakanya, alam kong hindi ko siya deserve pero mahal ko siya, mahal na mahal, nagulat ako ng hinawakan niya ako sa panga at pinisil ito ng mahigpit napahawak ako sa kamay niya at pilit tinatanggal ito. "Wala kang kwentang babae, wala kang kwentang kapatid, hinayaan mo siyang mamatay, napakasama mo" gigil na gigil na sabi nito sakin na sobra kong kinaiyak hindi dahil sa sakit ng sinabi at ginagawa niya sakin ngayon kung hindi dahil naalala ko nanaman yung nga araw na hindi makahinga si trisha at humihingi ng tulong sakin subalit hindi ko siya tinulungan tiningnan ko lamang siya dahil naisip ko dati na kung mawawala siya ay mapapasakin si ismael. "Hindi ka mapagsalita? Kasi totoo diba! You let her die! She begged you to call for help, but you didn't. You left her and went back to your room na parang walang nakita, napakasama mo!." he said, his voice thick with bitterness. He released my jaw, leaving me slumped on the floor, sobbing. He left me there, alone with my tears. He was right; it was all my fault. I hugged my knees, my body wracked with sobs. My gaze fell upon the annulment papers lying on the floor, already signed by Ismael. I picked them up and signed my name, a final, heartbreaking acknowledgment of my failure. My selfish ambition had cost my sister her life, and now, it was costing me everything. The weight of my guilt was unbearable, a crushing burden that threatened to consume me entirely. The tears flowed freely, a torrent of remorse washing over me, a testament to the depth of my despair and the irreversible consequences of my actions.