Our Beautiful Constellation

60 - The stars were finally aligned

60 - The stars were finally aligned

Cepheus POV

"We're going to take a private jet since ayaw ng asawa ko ng hindi naka private jet, is that okay with you two?" Tanong ni Ms Jezreel.

Tumango naman ako ng may pagka-agresibo. Kamay ko'y nangangatal na sa kaba at medyo nahihirapan na rin akong huminga.

Hindi ako kinakabahan sa magiging race, I'm nervous dahil ngayon ko lang nakaharap si Ms Jezreel na may nalalamang katotohanang hindi pa niya alam.

We were currently at a 5 star restaurant near our school para mapag-usapan ang magahanap na dalawang event sa Italy which is the SERIO event and Auto-racing competition.

"Are you okay, honey? You look pale?" Ms. Jezreel's voice carried a subtle hint of concern as she inquired, her eyes searching mine for answers.

Beside me, my wife gently squeezed my hand, a silent gesture meant to ground me, to remind me that I was not alone in this moment of profound anxiety.

Her touch offered a fleeting sense of comfort, yet the storm of nervousness raging within me proved unyielding.

Today, I had resolved to finally unveil the truth, to confront the secrets that had long haunted me.

I had brought with me the DNA results, tangible proof that could no longer be ignored or hidden away.

But now, standing on the precipice of revelation, I found my courage faltering, dissolving under the weight of impending disclosure.

I couldn't pinpoint the exact source of my fear, only that it consumed me entirely.

My heart pounded relentlessly, each beat echoing like a thunderclap in my chest. Breathing became a laborious task, each inhale shallow and strained.

My blood ran cold, an icy chill seeping into my veins. Sweat beaded on my forehead, a physical manifestation of my inner turmoil.

Restlessness gnawed at me, making it impossible to remain still.

In this moment, I was a prisoner of my own trepidation, my mind and body betraying the composure I desperately sought to maintain.

"Are you perhaps a bit sick?"

"No..."

"Actually, my wife has something to say that will surely take you aback," my wife began, her voice a blend of calm resolve and underlying tension.

She fixed her gaze on Ms. Jezreel, her eyes a mix of determination and vulnerability.

"We were hoping that, once she says it, there will be no bad blood or violent reactions."

The statement lingered in the air, imbued with a sense of profound significance. It felt as though the room itself was holding its breath, the walls closing in around us as we stood on the precipice of revelation.