I can feel my rage eating away at my own system. I shudder as I grasp the steering wheel, my eyes not on the road ahead of me but on my own pace.
I'm not sure how I'm going to keep myself calm while driving right now. That is the most worst thing that has ever occurred to me. To say such a thing to me was very inappropriate.
Why do individuals continue to act as if they are experts in everything? If they can speak in such a way that everything that comes out of their lips is correct, they are not taking the time to consider before passing judgment on you.
"Fuck!" says the narrator. Gigil na gigil ako because every single thing he says continues to repeat over and over in my head. To me, it feels like a curse. By stating that, he poisoned my mental well. Why did I allow myself to be subjected to such nonsense?
"Tangina nyong lahat!" says the narrator. I scream at the top of my lungs and screech to a halt in the middle of nowhere, unable to continue.
As I stepped out of the car, my yosi in my right hand and the vodka that the stranger had handed me in my left, I stamped my feet.
He must be relieved that I did not smash this bottle in his face with my fists.
I swear to God that I have no idea what I'll do if I run across him again. I'm not going to be able to stop myself. I'm going to slice his throat!
As soon as I realize how irresponsible I am, I sob and sit on the backseat of the car. Perhaps I am not a good mother to my child, and as a result, she took it away from me. I am a careless person. Edward and I are both reckless, just like each other.
I made a mistake by allowing him to poison me. Because of the difficulties of mending a wound, especially when you see the person who has injured you, I'm afraid that my guilt will kill me if I find out that Edward is in the hospital on the operating table. My family is vicious, and they don't give a damn about what other people think.
She described me as "classic Elisa." It is true that other people's opinions do not hurt my feelings, but I have learned to like the taste of my own medication. The anguish would crush my ego as if a sledgehammer had been slammed into the core of my existence.
It's a really humiliating situation. When he says something like that, it's difficult to accept. But it was when he claimed that I didn't comprehend Edward that he made a mistake, since he was correct. I am a human being with a high level of sensitivity. I am willing to give up my company and profession since he promises me a brighter future.
But I have no clue why he thinks it's a good idea to lock me up in his house so I won't be able to see his affair with Veda. And now Veda is the good one, and I'm merely the evil one, as the saying goes. I'm the first to confess my faults. I am hopeful that they will follow suit.
I decide to pay a visit to Edward after I've consumed half of the vodka in the bottle. Do not let the tremble in your palm to subside, even as I go closer and closer to Caprini in order to ascertain how he is faring.
I pull over to the side of the road and inquire about his room number. Every step becomes harder and heavier as I apply the foot, and I have the impression that I have seen his chamber and knocked lightly. When I opened the door, Veda was there, hunched over close to Edward. While the light was turned off, Edward's hand was clutched together. The pain hit me like a ton of bricks. I assumed he was merely going to become sick, but the illness was not the case.
After all, it is his own fault that he has found himself in this circumstance.
Veda opened her eyes slowly, and there were dried tears on her cheeks, as well as a look of rage on her face when she did so.
She sprang to her feet and shoved me out of the way. But what she did was to force her to stay here while Edward is resting in the hospital bed, and I understand how angry she feels right now. Why is he spending time with Edward?
"Can you tell me why you're with him?" I wanted to know whether she had a sneer on her face.
"Can you tell me why you're with my wife as well?"
My correction, "ex-husband Veda," prompts the woman's fingers to tighten into a fist as her eyes remain fixed on mine.
We don't seem to have you on hand, do we? So, what exactly are you doing here? You want to assassinate him? Your cousin, didn't he do anything improper? "Christ is one of his close buddies, and now they have broken up because of you!" His finger was directed at me, but I swiftly smacked it away.
"Do I appear to be? Is it possible that I'm the only one who has cheated on us? So tell me, who is the one that has been having an affair for one year and four months?
"Who among us is seeking for someone else only because he's having difficulty comprehending me?" he wonders. It's true that I am his wife for that period of time, but he is seeing you and you know that he is married, so why did you swear?" He is unhappy at the moment, your decision always counts, he cannot move you, and he is being choked by you.
"I have the authority to do so since I am his wife!"
However, because he is human, you are not required to manage him. He's also in pain and going through a difficult period. You believe that you are just harmed by what he did? Although I have him, he is still thinking about you. Following his realization that he must remain at your side, you are unaware of how much he want to return home. Stop being selfish, elisha, and stop being selfish in the future. If Edward adores you and Oakley adores you as well, why are you behaving in such a depressed manner as if you are alone? Is there any chance of a nagmamahal in your area? You must be grateful to Edward for signing that piece of paper. "How come you never saw him suffer?" Every word she said resonated with me. " It's putting me in a lot of pain." He's ready to die; all you have to do is hold on to him. Elisa is the source of the discomfort. I'm not interested in any of it, but I'm over over heels in love with Edward Elisha. Please allow him to leave. Stop giving him reason to believe that you and he will be together. "Please have mercy on that Kay Edward," says the author. While her tears continued to pour, she softly placed her hands on mine. "
"Veda, please don't do it anymore." Veda knelt in front of me, with our hand on her forehead while we talked to her.
I can feel how depressed she is, how terrible and heavy her heart is weighing on her.
He made the decision to commit suicide rather than give up on you. Elisha, he's madly in love with you. Please refrain from doing so. Edward is in my thoughts and prayers. He had just been disoriented. He became separated from you, yet he is still with you. He's ready to put all you've done behind you. "Please come back to him." My turn came as well, and I knelt down and closed my eyes to stare at him.
She appeared to be exhausted. It didn't matter how disgusted I was before seeing Veda's face, which was exhausted and in agony, all empathy was washed away.
"Please leave him with me. I'm worried about him." I'll see to it that everything is taken care of. I realize I'm in a bad situation right now, but please. This is correct; Edward must not be harmed or tortured. I couldn't breathe when she said it. I had no clue that I was putting him through so much pain.
"Please, Veda, put down your tears." While reclining on the pad, I offered him comfort.
"All I want to do is chat to Edward." "Veda," he said, a series of grins on his face after that.
"I'm sorry, Elisha, but that's not true. You have no idea what is going on in his life right now. He is suffering from injuries, and even his mental health is in a state of disarray at this point. In recent weeks, he has expressed suicide thoughts. "Please give him some time to recuperate." I took a deep breath and gave him a kind nod.
I wipe the tears from my eyes and grin miserably. What is it that makes me feel so wounded right now? It's possible that I'm to blame. Edward, on the other hand, is struggling. I can still fight, if only a bit at a time. I'm hoping everything will work out for him.
Please, Veda, take good care of him. He's a recovering alcoholic. And please don't injure him in the same way that I did to him before. Even if I don't accept Oakley, I hope and pray that you will make him happy, aid in his recovery from his wounds, create new memories with him, and be a source of strength for both of you." Then we got to our feet and gave him a gentle hug. My ring was in my pocket and I didn't even bother to glance back. I was able to locate my wedding band as well as the engagement ring that he had given me previously. It's safely tucked away in my wallet.
"And please keep this," I replied, handing her my rings to her as I carefully took my chain from my neck. This is the most valuable thing to me. He presented it to me a few days prior to the wedding.
"Thank you," I murmured as I continued to wipe away tears. It's causing me a lot of discomfort.
When I rushed downstairs, it felt like I was giving up my thigh. I couldn't keep the tears from flowing. I was feeling a little under the weather. I have the sensation that my heart is breaking apart. I'm completely numb from the agony since I believed it was the most horrible thing that could ever happen.
Nevertheless, I was unaware of how terrible it was to witness and experience such sorrow, combined with pity and contempt. My rage transforms into terror, and my sobs are uncontrollable.
I was getting close to the exit when I noticed Oakley, who was standing there with a troubled expression on his face.
"Elisha..." he whispered gently, and I finally succumbed to my tears and went to my knees in front of him.
I'm really fed up with what's happened to me.
It's all right, Elisha; everything will be fine from here on out.