Our Beautiful Constellation

Special Chapter: Hyacinth - 2

A/N: This chapter contains spoiler kaya sa hindi pa nababasa ang Yellow Love—Arsianna's love story—then skip this chap first!!

Hyacinth's POV

My arms were crossed, as were my legs, my brow furrowed as I stared at Arsianna—her gaze just as sharp and unyielding as mine.

We sat opposite each other in a restaurant, and the tension between us was thick, suffocating.

But I wasn't going to back down from this staring contest. I'm no sore loser—duh.

"So…" she began, finally uncrossing her arms and resting her chin on one hand, her eyes still fixed on me.

"What is it that your wife wants, hmm?" she asked, her voice dripping with venom, like a snake poised to strike.

But I'm no prey, and her words? Hardly an attack.

"My wife? What about yours?" I shot back, my tone laced with the same fire.

We came here today for one reason: my wife—Raven—and her girlfriend—Zavienne—had been spending a lot more time together lately.

It stirred something in me—curiosity, and yes, a touch of jealousy.

I can't deny it: the woman Arsianna caught was both handsome and beautiful, a rare mix. A real romantic too.

At least now she had a girlfriend of her own. That fact alone reassured me she no longer harbored feelings for my wife.

I know it's a little immature of me, but I still get jealous whenever Raven and Arsianna are together.

Still, they're friends, and I refuse to be the one who ruins that friendship. Besides, my wife knows her boundaries and she's only in love with me.

"As far as I’m concerned, it's your wife who's always visiting Dartmouth University and fetching my girlfriend. I can barely spend time with her because your wife is constantly ther.," Arsianna complained.

I fell silent—because she was right.

I couldn't figure out why things had suddenly shifted between Raven and Zavienne. For all I'm aware of, Zavienne had never been fond of Raven, thanks to her history with Arsianna.

That girl had always been jealous of my wife—or at least, sometimes. And honestly? I understood her.

"What if nagpaplano sila ng kabobohan?" Arsianna's suspicion lodged itself deep in my mind, and I couldn't shake it.

What if… what if our wives were planning something reckless?

I mean, I can't even read my own wife these past few months.

Ever since Mama Jezreel passed away, Raven has been… different, almost unreadable. She used to be predictable, familiar, warm.

Now she's changed—drastically. I haven't seen her smile since that traumatic day.

Truth be told, I've only ever seen her cry once—when the news came that Mama Jezreel had passed. After that… nothing. Not a single tear since.

On the surface, she seems normal: she goes to work, sleeps beside me, cuddles with me, plays with our daughter, takes care of us—she's still the best wife anyone could ask for.

But I can't deny the change I've noticed in her. It's new… and it worries me.

That's why I can't help but question why she's spending so much time with Zavienne.

They're not even friends. I can't imagine it being easy for them to become close, given their history.

And then there’s the cheating rumor—a lie born from jealous people, baseless and cruel.