"Pretty Little Promise's"

Chapter -11 Regret

ALICE POV:

"Alice, what have you done?" I whispered, the words echoing in the stillness of my bedroom. The echoes of the night before, a whirlwind of emotions, still pulsed through me. Anger, disappointment, confusion, they all swirled inside me, a potent cocktail of regret.

I couldn't deny the intimacy we'd shared. But the memory left me with a bitter aftertaste, a sense of violation I couldn't shake off. My heart ached, a hollow ache that mirrored the empty space where our love once bloomed.

"I need to get away from her," I thought, the decision firming in my mind. I needed to escape the whirlwind, to find some semblance of peace.

So, I stayed home, a prisoner in my own fortress. The weight of the world seemed to rest on my shoulders, making it impossible to face the day. The persistent chime of my phone, a reminder of Risa's presence in my life, became an unwelcome intrusion. I let it ring, unheeded, its pleas swallowed by the silence of my self-imposed exile.

The evening brought no respite. As I sank into the plush cushions of the living room sofa, seeking solace in the quiet, my maid's voice startled me.

"Ma'am, may Bisita Daw ho kayo" she announced, her voice calm and composed.

"sino Daw ho manang" I asked, a knot tightening in my stomach.

"Senator Risa Hontiveros, Po " she replied, her tone betraying no hint of surprise.

"Sabihin mo Wala Ako Dito " I said, my voice flat. My words felt hollow, a feeble attempt to deny the reality that was already unfolding.

"pero Ma'am, nasabi ko na nandito kayo Sa living room " my maid replied, a note of resignation in her voice.

Before I could protest further, Risa appeared in the doorway, her presence filling the room with a vibrant energy that I couldn't ignore.

"So, Tinataguan mo na ako" she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She was holding a bouquet of flowers, their vibrant colors a stark contrast to the somber mood that engulfed me.

"Manang, please leave us alone," I said, dismissing my maid with a wave of my hand. I needed to deal with this, to confront the elephant in the room, no matter how much I dreaded it.

As soon as my maid left, I sighed, a heavy sigh that seemed to drain the last vestiges of my resolve.
"Ano na Namang ginagawa mo dito" I asked, my voice strained, barely a whisper.

"Why didn't you go to work this morning?" she asked, her eyes filled with concern.

"pagod Ako Can't you see that?" I said, my voice betraying my exhaustion, more than my physical fatigue.

She chuckled softly, a melodic sound that grated on my nerves. I knew what she was thinking, and the thought made my blood boil.

"Anong nakakatawa " I snapped, my voice laced with bitter sarcasm.

"Sorry, I thought you were tired from..." she began, a playful smile dancing on her lips. But I cut her off, my patience wearing thin.

"Shut up, Senator. you think Dahil may Nangyari sating Dalawa Kagabi ay okay na ulit ?" I spat, the words laced with bitterness. The memory of the night before, a tangle of passion and regret, left me with a stinging sense of betrayal.

"Honestly, Wala akong interest sayo kahit Ikaw nalang natitira Dito sa Mundo " I said, my voice cold and detached. I turned away, seeking refuge in the silent beauty of the flowers in the vase, hoping to drown out the cacophony of my own turmoil.

She sat next to me, her presence a jarring reminder of the night's fallout.

"Alice, I thought we were okay," she said, her voice laced with a hint of uncertainty.

"Sa tingin mo okay Tayo?Seriously? Are you delusional? Tigilan mo nga ako" I said, my voice rising with frustration.

I stood up, desperate to escape her suffocating presence. But she caught my arm, her touch a physical manifestation of her persistence.

"So, what was last night? Just a meaningless fling for you?" Her voice was a mix of accusation and heartbreak.

"It was just a one-night stand. Nothing more. Don't pretend it means something," I said, my voice tight.

I tried to pull away, but she clung to me, her grip refusing to loosen.

"Alice, don't lie to yourself. I know you still love me," she said, her voice trembling.

"at sino ka ba para Mahalin ko ulit " I snapped, my heart aching with a pain that was both familiar and alien.

"I'm just your first love," she said, her voice a whisper, filled with a vulnerability that I couldn't quite grasp.

"Tigil tigilan moko sa mga ganyan" I said, finally wrenching my arm free, the gesture forceful, mirroring the force of my growing anger. I needed to escape, to be alone with my thoughts, to try to make sense of the tangled mess that was my life.

She extended her hand, the flowers clutched in her grasp like a fragile offering.

"para Sayo oh " she murmured, her voice softer than the petals she held.

"Ano to bagay na walang kwenta? " I asked, my voice sharp with disdain. The gesture felt empty, a clumsy attempt to mend a broken bridge.

"Fine. kung Ayaw mo edi ibasura mo" she said, a hint of frustration edging into her voice. She turned, her back stiff, her movement a sharp, decisive exit. Her anger, palpable and cold, radiated outwards, leaving me alone in the wreckage of our shattered connection.

"huwag ka na ulit babalik" I shouted, my voice a desperate plea, a desperate attempt to silence the echo of her footsteps, the sting of her rejection. I yearned to erase the moment, to rewind time, to undo the words, but the words were out, echoing in the empty space where she once stood.

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A week had slipped by, a silent void where her presence once was. But now, anticipation gnawed at me, the prospect of seeing her again stirring a flurry of emotions. Senator Imee had summoned us to her office, another business project on the agenda.

As I entered, my eyes fell on Risa, seated before the Senator's desk, her presence a quiet anchor in the room.

"Oh, Alice, you're here. Have a seat. We need to discuss things," Senator Imee said, her voice warm and welcoming.

"oh okay Po Sen." I replied, taking a seat next to Risa. The air crackled with unspoken tension, a silent conversation that hung between us.

We delved into the project, but Risa remained a silent observer, her gaze fixed on the table, her thoughts shrouded in mystery nakakapanibago ni Wala Siyang kibo imagine magkatabi lang kami pero Wala Siyang kibo

Senator Imee, sensing the awkwardness, turned to Risa. "Risa, do you have any suggestions for the project? kanina ka pa tahimik. Is there something bothering you?"

Suddenly, Risa seemed to snap out of her reverie.
"ah wala I was just thinking. Anyway, are we done talking?"

"kanina pa tapos" Senator Imee replied, her tone gentle.

"Alright," Risa said, rising to her feet. "uwi na ako" She left, her departure a silent echo in the room, leaving me to grapple with the lingering questions, the unspoken words, the unanswered questions.

Umuwi na din ako honestly It was so unexpected na Gagawin Niya Talaga Yung Sinabi kong Huwag na Siyang Babalik

kanina When Were Discussing something Hindi Siya nakikinig naka focus Siya Sa Phone Niya And Wala Na Akong Pakielam don