Thara’s voice cracked, her hands trembling habang sinusubsob ang ilong sa huling tissue mula sa buong box.
“I can’t keep on doing this, Freiah. Hindi ko na kayang ituloy pa. Sobra na ito.”
Inilapag ni Freiah ang nail filer sa mesa, then gave her a pitiful look.
“You know you have to, Thara. Siguro hindi ka maiintindihan ni Rozein ngayon na you’re only trying to protect him, mula sa narcissistic mong ex at sa man-w***e nating ama. But later on, he will. I’m sure of it.”
Thara shook her head, her voice low and broken.
“He hates me.”
“Hate is a strong word,” bumuntong hininga ang kapatid. “Look, Thara, we’re trying to kill two birds with one stone here. Kung magiging successful ang plano, we might not even have to go to court.”
Bumagsak si Thara sa paboritong armchair sa penthouse n
