Trina stared at her cracked phone screen, zooming in on a blurry photo she took earlier that week.
Samantha.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbyQCIjnxFU
Laughing in the park.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWpYItVyFmD
With Ryan holding Angelique's hand.
Perfect little family, Trina thought bitterly.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ01xoH3uA55
Smiling. Thriving. Untouched.
She hadn't meant to follow them that day.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpjWMgjDSJ2
She just... couldn't help it.
Ever since Henry backed away—since he refused to move back in, since he said "we're not a family just because you're pregnant"—Trina felt something snapping inside her.
So she found herself watching.
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Lingering outside Samantha's subdivision.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2xqoQVpC7A
Taking pictures from a distance.
Just to feel something.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3862bkQOw2
Just to remind herself: she used to win.
That evening, Trina cornered Henry at a jeepney stop.
"I need you," she said, arms crossed over her growing stomach. "This isn't just my baby. It's yours too."
Henry didn't answer.
"I saw you yesterday," she went on, voice colder. "At the park. With her. Holding that child's hand like—like she's yours."
Henry's jaw locked.
"You're playing daddy to the girl you abandoned, and now you're ghosting the baby who hasn't even been born yet?"
"Trina," he warned.
She stepped closer. "If you think I'll let you disappear this time—you're wrong. You owe me. You owe this baby. And if you want to keep pretending you're a new man? Then start acting like one."
He exhaled slowly, looking past her.
"I'm not pretending. I'm just done living a lie."
Later that night...
Trina opened a burner Instagram account.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNGwbeqfdFo
Searched #MagtalasEnterprises.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs94PAhe8zT
Found a video of Samantha giving a speech.
Screenshotted.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtvoq07h1R8
Zoomed.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8vD0JRfeZE
Saved.
She clicked to a photo of Samantha and Ryan at a company event.
Her thumb hovered over the "send" button.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaqI70PCuZI
She considered sending it anonymously to Henry's parents.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4EoZfwFr0Z
To blogs.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKDvCclj9vT
To anyone.
But she didn't. Not yet.
Instead, she opened her notes app and typed one sentence:
"If I can't have peace, neither can she."
Meanwhile...
Samantha sat curled on the couch, Angelique's head on her lap, Ryan gently massaging her shoulders.
"You okay?" he asked.
She nodded. But her hand lingered on Angelique's hair.
"I've just been feeling... watched, lately," she said quietly. "Like something's circling back."
Ryan's eyes sharpened.
"Do I need to look into it?"
Samantha shook her head. "Maybe it's just a feeling."
But Ryan didn't believe in just feelings.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXAWjPLBKGc
And neither did fate.
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