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…

back toward the house where my broken wife was locked inside, a terrifying realization washed over me: killing the dragon was the easy part; pulling the poison out of the victims would take a lifetime.

Chapter 5: The Architecture of Healing

The days that followed the courtyard confrontation felt as though they existed in a vacuum, completely divorced continue reading …