The Art of The Vengeance of a Superior Woman

PROLOGUE

9 YEARS HAVE PASSED (TagLish)

"Mom, my friends have asked me to visit El Chían's Interactive Galleria in Alynthi, can we attend?"My gaze drifted from the book's pages, curiosity piqued by Adelaide. I set the novel aside and reached for the peach-colored letter she extended. Its soft hue hinted at a gentle message, a clear counterpoint to the urgency that flickered in Adelaide's eyes.

The peach-colored letter unfolded in my hands, revealing a sea of text. I started reading, but the sheer volume soon began to wear on me. With a tired sigh, I offered Adelaide a simple nod, returning the letter without finishing.

The unspoken question lingered in the air - what did it say?

"Absolutely, my darling! We shall head off straightaway, since the grand opening being upon us tomorrow after all. Anything for you, darling."I said, A smile played upon my lips, mirroring hers. Bless her heart, this little one of mine - a master of eliciting a smile even on the most weary of days.

I quickly arranged our private plane to fly us to Alynthi. We didn't bring many clothes since we were just going shopping there again. It's been a few months since we did that, but that's okay. Luckily, Adelaide hates spending a lot of money, even though she's fully aware that she grew up rich.

Our flight from the Philippines to Alynthi zipped by in just four hours. We landed late at night, but luckily I'd already snagged a nice villa for us to stay in. Adelaide was zonked out, fast asleep on my shoulder. I carefully carried her upstairs to tuck her into bed.

"Goodnight, Baby," I murmured before kissing her on her forehead.

NATAPOS na ang opening ng exhibition kaya ang lahat ay naglilibot na at kanya-kanyang kuha ng mga litratro sa mga naka-desplay dito.

"Mom, can i go take a look around?"Adelaide asked, tumango ako at sinabing huwag siyang lalayo dahil baka maligaw siya rito lalo na at malawak ang lugar.

At dahil nag lilibot siya ay mag lilibot na rin ako, baka kasi mamaya mayroon akong makitang magandang art tapos pwedeng bilhin, baka mayroon akong maiuwi. Habang tinitignan ko ang mga litrato ay hindi ko mapigilang maisip ang taong kilala kong mahilig sa art, hindi ko alam kung into art pa rin siya ngayon... wala na rin kasi akong update sa kaniya.

Habang naglilibot ako at tumitingin sa mga obra na aking nakikita ay mayroong umagaw ng aking pansin, parang kumabog ng malakas ang dibdib ko nang makita ko ito.

Agad ko naman itong nilapitan at gusto sanang hawakan kaso mayroong harang at bawal lumapit dito nang sobrang lapit, kailangan ay isang metro ang layo dito.

Agad ko kinuha ang shade sa bag ko at sinuot ito, hindi mapigilan ng mga mata ko ang pagpatak ng mga luha ko, kumuha na rin ako ng face mask upang isuot ito dahil nanginginig na ang mga labi ko lalo na't nakita ko ang pangalan ng painter nito.

Cian Lee

Just "Cian Lee", devoid of a last name. Yet, my heart lurched. It was him, my ex. The love, even after all this time, still flickered within me. Besides, how could I ever move on? After all, he was my first love, the one who etched a permanent mark on my soul.