The Art of The Vengeance of a Superior Woman

Chapter 26 TATVSW

Oh shit, she must be fast asleep. There I go, pouring my heart out, and she's probably dreaming of something else. So much for my grand confession. Maybe I should have woken her up with a dramatic monologue instead. Well, there's always tomorrow. 

"Nanalo ako... May dayang nangyari pero nagawan ng paraan dahil kay Elishiana."I said, As I talk to Zyra, a cold dread settles in my gut. I can't let another night shroud me in cowardice. Tonight, I have to confess everything. The weight of unspoken truth hangs heavy, a constant threat to the integrity of our relationship. If I don't purge this secret, the possibility of betrayal looms large. The thought of hurting Zyra makes me a fool in my own eyes, yet the words seem to stick in my throat. This confession, however terrifying, feels like the only path forward.

"Congrats then! Should we celebrate?" She responded, Her smile is wide and genuine, but a niggling suspicion lingers. Why hadn't she cheered me on earlier? Bringing me here meant she cared, right? I can't shake the feeling that this celebration she felt might be for show, a way to erase the memory of her absence when I needed it most.

"We can celebrate, but... there's something I need to get off my chest. It might kill the mood, but I can't keep it bottled up any longer."Her smile flickers slightly, a hint of apprehension replacing the joy. I see it, the shift in her expression as if she anticipates a storm. Looking at Zyra, a stranger stirs within me. Where's the fire, the frantic thump of my heart that used to greet her presence? It used to be effortless; just a glance from Zyra and my pulse would race. Now, a hollow ache sits where that excitement used to reside.

Even if she closed the distance, if her lips met mine in that way I once craved... Would the spark reignite? The thought offers no comfort. I fear the joy, the exhilarating rush I used to associate with Zyra, is gone. 

"I'm breaking up with you---" But before they could tumble out, a searing pain ripped across my face. Her hand met my cheek with a resounding slap, the echo of it hanging heavy in the air.

"Is it the rumors? The election? My jealousy? Cielo, please, tell me!" Desperation clawed at her eyes as her hands tightened on my shoulders. I shook my head, a silent plea for her to understand. None of those reasons, none of the justifications she offered, were the truth. The weight of my unspoken reason pressed down on me, a heavy secret threatening to burst forth.

Elishiana... there's something about her. Even her teasing somehow brightens my day. It's a strange thing, this pull I feel towards her. Maybe it's her strength, the way she fights for what she believes in, not just for herself but for her students too. It goes beyond her duty as vice president; it stems from a genuine care that shines through.Na wala siyang pakielam sa isipin ng iba basta naipaglaban niya ang tama... that she think na makakabuti.

But then there's this other side to her. This mask she wears, this veil that hides her true emotions. There's a vulnerability there, a depth hidden beneath the surface. And for some reason, that hidden strength, that unspoken empathy, it intrigues me. It makes me want to know the Elishiana beneath the facade, the woman who cares so deeply yet struggles to express it. 

"Listen," I say, my voice thick with emotion, "none of those reasons you mentioned are why things have to end. It's more..." I trail off, searching for the right words.

Here's the truth, a truth that feels like a betrayal: staying in this relationship suffocates me. It feels like a slow, insidious form of cheating. The longer I hold onto us, the worse the deception feels.

"I can't keep pretending anymore," I force the words out. "The longer this goes on, the more I'm afraid it'll hurt you. And me. My feelings for someone else... they won't disappear if I stay here. It wouldn't be fair to either of us."Tears well up in her eyes.