Hello, I’m Marga, 41 years old and from Bulacan. My first husband was imprisoned when our daughter Lia was young, and for many years, it was just the two of us together through thick and thin.

I thought I had found peace when I remarried Boby. When Boby came into our lives, I thought he would complete us. He was handsome, caring, and I could feel that he loved us. But as time passed and Lia, who is now 21 years old, grew up, I noticed some things that I tried to ignore because I didn’t want to ruin the family we had built.

Sometimes, I would see the two of them in the living room, so sweet to each other. They sat too close, and often joked as if they weren’t even fathers. At first, I felt a twinge of jealousy, but I quickly scolded myself. I told myself that maybe they were just really close because Boby had become Lia’s father since her real father disappeared. I just let my suspicions go and hid them under the rug because I was afraid of the truth. I forced myself to be blind and deaf just to maintain the image of a happy home.

One afternoon, I told them that I was just going to the market for our dinner. While at the market, I couldn’t get rid of the nervousness in my chest as if something was pushing me to go home immediately. When I arrived in front of the house, I slowly peeked through the window in Lia’s room. I just wanted to confirm if I was just imagining everything or if something deeper was happening. I took each step towards the window slowly because that was where the faint voices and laughter that I couldn’t explain came from. Every second seemed to slow down as I approached the window that was slightly open.
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That’s where my deep sorrow began. My world almost collapsed when I saw inside Lia’s room. I saw Lia nak@t*ng with Boby, my son and my husband, in a pos!sy*n that a m@g-@ma would never do. My heart felt like it was being stabbed repeatedly as I watched the two people I had trusted my whole life. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t scream, and my whole body seemed to freeze in pain. The pain I felt was more than any pain because my own ego was fighting me inside our own house.

I slowly backed away and walked away from the house without them realizing that I had seen everything. Until now, I pretended not to know. We ate at the same table, I smiled at them, and accepted Boby’s every kiss as if there was no poison involved. But at night, when it was dark, all my tears poured out without a sound. Every day that I had to pretend while carrying this secret made me sick. I don’t know how long I can hide this pain before I finally explode and leave all this pain behind. To those who read this, what should I do? Should I leave them and leave Lia with Bob? Or should I fight Bob even though I know Lia will be crushed