white-scar
- MGA BUMASA 394
- Mga Parte 6
The marriage was flawless until she stopped pretending.
To the world, he is the perfect husband.
Kind. Steady. Admirable.
The kind of man people trust without question.
And she makes sure they never have a reason not to.
She learns early how to protect the image how to smile through discomfort, how to translate loneliness into loyalty, how to turn silence into proof that love is simply private. She builds a version of him so convincing that it becomes the only one anyone is allowed to see.
Even herself.
The marriage survives because she believes in it.
Because believing hurts less than doubting.
Because hope, once held long enough, starts to feel like truth.
From his point of view, everything is good.
Secure. Loving. Unshaken.
He doesn't notice the way she grows quieter, thinner around the edges, less present in her own life. He only sees the woman who keeps choosing him.
When she begins to ache for something more connection, honesty, relief she doesn't know how to leave. She only knows how to endure. She turns to anything that softens the days, that slows the thoughts, that makes the loneliness feel survivable. Drinking becomes a pause. Using becomes a way to feel alive. Hunting becomes the only place where she remembers what control feels like.
She tells herself it's temporary.
She tells herself she's fine.
She tells herself love is supposed to hurt sometimes.
But the hurt accumulates.
There are moments she can't take back.
Decisions she makes quietly, carefully, because they feel necessary at the time.
Things she carries alone, knowing that once done, they will change her forever.
Even though she tried.
Even though she loved him the best way she knew how.
The story does not reward her for staying.
The world will always see a perfect husband.
A flawless marriage.
They will never see the woman who disappeared inside it.