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CALISTA'S P. O. VThree months pregnant and one month back in our family home. Pansamantala ko munang tinigil ang lahat ng projects ko na may kinalaman sa fashion designing. I tried my best to focus being the new CEO of my father's company. Kasabay no'n ang pagsisikap ko na maalagaan ang sarili ko at ang buhay na nasa loob ng sinapupunan ko. I have to be healthy, lalo na at hindi na ako lang ang maaapektuhan kapag nagkasakit ako. My baby will suffer more. So, I have to cautious.The revelation of my father’s affair with Ayi Hana had created a chasm between us, a rift that seemed impossible to bridge. Hindi pa rin kami okay ni Ayi, gano'n din ako kay Daddy. So, what more sa demonyitang mag ina?I was about to meet a friend when suddenly, I realized one of my bag was missing. Bukod sa limited edition at high-end 'yon ay espesyal din sa akin ang bag na 'yon. It was the very first bag I bought for myself using my first hard-earned money.Lumabas ako na tinatawag si Ate Belinda. Tatanungin
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CALISTA'S P. O. VThe hospital room was sterile, cold, impersonal. The harsh fluorescent lights seemed to amplify the emptiness, the silence, the profound sense of loss that enveloped me. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor was a mocking reminder of the life that had been, the life that was no longer. My baby. Gone.The doctor’s words echoed in my ears, a cruel, relentless barrage of medical jargon that failed to mask the devastating truth.“I’m so sorry,” he’d said, his voice soft, his eyes filled with compassion. “There was… a complication. And I hate to bring you the bad news but… you’ve had a miscarriage. You lost your baby, Miss Sanchez.”A miscarriage. The word felt alien, clinical, inadequate to describe the profound sense of loss that consumed me. It wasn’t just the loss of a pregnancy; it was the loss of a dream, the loss of a future, the loss of a part of myself. It was the loss of my child.The tears came then, a torrent of grief that shook my body, wracked my soul. T
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CALISTA'S P. O. VThe drive home from the hospital was a blur, a nauseating mix of grief, anger, and a great sense of betrayal.The loss of my baby was a gaping wound, a raw, agonizing pain that consumed me. And Margaret and Monica? They were the salt rubbed into that wound. They were the reason my child was gone.After I was cleared in the hospital, nagpahinga lang ako ng isang araw at nagpa discharge na rin ako. And mind you, no one came to pick me up. Ayos lang naman dahil inaasahan ko na 'yon. Sino pa ba kasing aasahan ko na susundo sa akin? No one. I literally have NO. ONE.I walked into the house, my face grim, my eyes blazing. Margaret and Monica were in the living room, their faces a mixture of apprehension and defiance. They knew what was coming.“Get out,” I said, my voice cold, my tone uncompromising. “Both of you. Get out of my house.”Margaret’s eyes widened, her lips pressed into a thin line. Monica’s face was a mask of disbelief, her usual cheerful demeanor replaced by a
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CALISTA'S P. O. VAs I settled in my room alone, the tears came again. A fresh torrent of grief that shook my body, wracked my soul. It wasn't just the loss of my baby; it was the loss of my family, the shattering of my hopes, the crushing weight of betrayal. My father, the man I’d always looked up to, the man I’d always sought approval from, had sided with Margaret and Monica. He’d chosen them over me, over his own flesh and blood. Lagi n'ya namang ginagawa 'yon. At inaasahan ko nang gagawin n'ya pa 'yon ng paulit ulit. Pero masakit pa rin pala. Each, more painful than the other.The injustice of it all felt overwhelming, a cruel twist of fate that left me reeling. I’d lost my child, I’d been betrayed by the man I’d considered my father, and now I was alone, adrift in a sea of grief and resentment. The anger was a consuming fire, a relentless inferno that threatened to consume me. But it was tempered by a deeper emotion—a profound sense of disillusionment.My family. The people I’d a
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1 WEEK LATER… CALISTA'S P. O. VJust a week after losing my baby, after the brutal fallout with my family, I was back. Back in the office, back in the fray, back to work. But not as Calista, the fashion designer, chasing fleeting trends and fickle clients. But as Calista, the CEO, the new head of my father’s struggling company. Work was my refuge, my escape, my coping mechanism. Kahit noon pa man. It was a way to channel my grief, my anger, my pain into something productive, something tangible. Something that wouldn't let me drown in my sorrow. Dahil kung magmumukmok lang ako, malamang na mabaliw lang ako at baka kung ano pang naisip kong gawin. Hindi lang sa sarili ko kundi lalo na sa mga taong nakapaligid sa akin na dahilan kung bakit nagkakaganito ako ngayon.The office felt different now. It wasn't just the sterile, impersonal environment that had always been a part of the corporate world. It was the weight of responsibility, the crushing pressure of expectation, the knowledge th
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CALISTA'S P. O. VI should expect those cruel actions of Margaret and Monica. Pero kahit alam ko nang kahit anong kasamaan ay magagawa nila, hindi ko pa rin mapigilan na makaramdam ng inis. The betrayal, the deceit, the sheer callousness of Margaret and Monica’s actions—it was all overwhelming. At kung ako ang tatanungin? Punung-puno na ako. They’d not only bankrupted my father’s company, but they’d done it for their own selfish gain, their own lavish lifestyles. And my father? He allowed it, condoned it, even enabled it. Kahit s'ya pa 'yung ginagawang dahilan ng magaling na mag inang 'yon. Sinisisi nila ang pagiging "lantang gulay" ni Daddy kaya nalugi at naubos ang resources nila. When in fact, dahil lang ang lahat sa maluho nilang pamumuhay. Puro palabas ang pera nila at wala nang pumapasok dahil puro paggasta lang ang alam nilang gawin. They didn't even know a single thing about the company. Baka pati simpleng mission at vision lang ng kumpanya, hindi pa nila alam.The sadness for
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CALISTA'S P. O. VIt was past seven in the evening when I decided to go home.Ako na ang pinakahuling naiwan sa building. Maliban sa mga guard, of course. Sinadya ko talagang magpaiwan para makapag research ako ng tungkol sa kumpanya. I came through every files, checked every unit in this building. Marami akong napuna at balak kong gawan 'yon ng agenda para sa susunod na company meeting.Carrying the files I have obtained, I went home. The drive home was tense, the city lights blurring into streaks of color as I navigated the familiar streets. But something felt different tonight. Something was off. I could feel it in the pit of my stomach, a prickling sensation that sent a shiver down my spine.Inisip ko na rin na baka pagod lang ako kaya napa-paranoid ako ngayon.But everything started subtly, a fleeting glimpse of a dark sedan in my rearview mirror. I dismissed it at first, attributing it to coincidence, to the usual city traffic. But then, another car appeared, identical to the fir
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CALISTA'S P. O. VKinabukasan.Nanginginig pa ang mga kamay ko habang dina-dial ko ang nunber ni Calvin. Buo na ang isip ko na gawin 'yung plano. Pero may kung anong kaba pa rin talaga akong nararamdaman. I guess, hindi naman mawawala 'yon, given kung ano ang gusto kong mangyari.The phone rang, each ring amplifying the tension, the anxiety, the uncertainty. Finally, he answered, his voice gruff, his tone suggesting he was still asleep."Cali?” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. “What’s wrong?”“Calvin,” I said, my voice barely a whisper, “Sorry, nagising pa yata kita. Sorry sa istorbo—”"No!" biglang sigaw n'ya. "I-I mean, no harm done. Bakit ka napatawag?”This is it. "I need to see you. I need to talk to you,” dire-diretsong sabi ko.“What is it?” he asked, his voice more alert now, the sleepiness gone, replaced by a note of concern. “Is everything alright?”“No—I mean, yes,” I said, my voice shaking. “Everything's alright. But I still need to talk to you.”“What’s going on?”
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