Yvette, now in her final year as a cadet at the PNPA, was just weeks away from marching in her graduation parade. Four years of discipline, struggle, and quiet longing had shaped her into a woman of strength. Yet, beneath the polished uniform and steady resolve, her heart remained tethered to one man.
Sarah, on the other hand, had finally begun to rebuild her life. After Yvette's advice to let go of her hatred toward Condrado, she had chosen peace over vengeance.
"Someone else will make his life miserable one day." Yvette had once whispered to her, and Sarah clung to those words. She now lived quietly with her brother, who cared for her through the scars both visible and hidden, that remained after her battle for justice.
The brutal case of the five men tortured and killed by the mysterious Black Widow remained unsolved. Condrado, haunted by his own demons, had fled the country, disappearing like smoke before fire.
One crisp morning, inside a glass-walled office overlooking the city, John sat buried in reports.
"Sir John," his secretary called softly, stepping in with a folder. "You have a scheduled visit to the PNPA regarding the isolation plan for the academy and the National Police College."
"Alright. Thank you," John replied, setting aside his pen.
Nearly four years had passed since he last saw Mae, Michelle, and Kryzel. Life had pulled him in different directions, away from the tender memories of that concert night. What haunted him instead were the shadows of the Love Nest bar incident, and the constant unease that Don Pablo's men might still be hunting him.
Later that evening, as the Manila skyline faded into dusk, John took out his phone and dialed a number he knew by heart.
"Hello, John?" Yvette's voice came through, warm but steady.
"Yvette," John said, exhaling a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "I'll be visiting the PNPA tomorrow for work. But more than that... I wanted to see you before your graduation."
"Really?" Her tone softened, then faltered. "But you know what Brother Peter said, we can't be seen together in public. Don Pablo may still have eyes everywhere."
"I know," John admitted. "That's why I told him it'll just be dinner. You're allowed passes now, aren't you? We can make it quick, safe."
There was silence for a moment, then Yvette whispered, "At least we'll meet before I march. That's enough for me."
John smiled faintly, though guilt tugged at his chest. "I want to give you something to remember, Yvette. Just... a little time with you. That's all I ask."
"Then I'll see you soon," she said, her voice tinged with anticipation.
The night before her graduation, they met quietly in Tagaytay, away from the familiar eyes of the academy. The city lights shimmered below the ridge, as though the heavens had scattered jewels across the earth. For Yvette, every step beside John felt like a dream she didn't want to wake from.
At dinner, they laughed about small things, catching up on years of distance. But when silence fell, it wasn't awkward—it was heavy with unspoken truths.
"John," Yvette finally said, her eyes searching his. "Four years have passed, and yet, when I see you, it feels like no time at all."
He swallowed hard. "Yvette... you've always been constant. More than I deserve."
Later, in the privacy of a hotel room overlooking the misty lake, Yvette gave him the one thing she still held close, her love, pure and unguarded. To her, it was not just a gift, but a vow, a piece of her soul she chose to surrender only to him.
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The Unbroken But Impure
RomanceA story of a young woman who, though still a virgin, already carries experiences with men because of painful events in her life. How long can she protect her honor? Will she still be able to offer what she has been safeguarding to the man she loves...
