I send my mother 1.5 million pesos monthly for my postpartum wife. Coming home early, I found my wife eating spoiled rice with fish heads. Furious, I confronted my mom, who sneered, “She doesn’t deserve better.” Then, I checked the family safe and found…

My blood had turned to liquid nitrogen, and I was marching straight into a war I never knew I was fighting.

Chapter 4: The Court of Public Opinion

The asphalt radiated waves of distorting heat as I crossed the empty street. I didn’t bother checking for traffic; my vision was tunneled, entirely locked onto the wrought-iron gate of Mrs. Silva’s property.continue reading …