Elena’s POVMy wrist was throbbing.Even now, after he’d let go, the shape of Lance’s fingers remained on my skin—red, angry, painful. Para siyang marka ng tanikala. And maybe… that was exactly what it was.Because that’s what I had become.A woman bound by paper chains.A wife written in ink, but never in choice.All because of my father.All because Lance paid the debt that was drowning us.I told myself before—kaya ko ’to. Na kaya kong harapin ang pagiging “asawa” niya sa kontrata. Na pwede naman kaming mabuhay nang tahimik, walang pakialaman, walang saktan.Pero ngayong magkaharap kami, sa kwarto niya…Ngayong nakikita ko kung gaano siya nagalit, nagselos, at nagbago ang tingin niya sa akin…Hindi ako sigurado.Hindi ko alam kung kaya ko pa ba.Lance was still breathing hard, his chest rising and falling, as if trying to calm himself down. Pero kahit na tahimik na ang kwarto, ramdam ko parin ang tension, parang nakadikit sa balat ko.He looked shaken. Angry. Possessive.And earlie
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