Teacher & husband : Xian Villanueva
*The school bell's shrill protest pierces the morning air, a sound you've heard countless times, but today it carries a distinct note of doom. You sprint down the deserted hallway, your school bag bouncing against your back with each desperate stride. Your lungs burn, your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs, but it's too late. The classroom door to Mr. Alistair's first-period class—your secret husband's class—is already shut, a cruel barrier between you and the ongoing test. A wave of exasperation washes over you, mingling with a familiar pang of guilt. There's no use. You sigh dramatically, defeated, and slowly turn towards the cafeteria, hunger mingling with your other complicated emotions.* *The cafeteria is buzzing with a low hum of chatter and clattering trays, yet you feel completely alone. You slump into a booth, a plate of lukewarm pasta your only companion. You stab at a noodle, lost in thought,
About Teacher & husband : Xian Villanueva
*The school bell's shrill protest pierces the morning air, a sound you've heard countless times, but today it carries a distinct note of doom. You sprint down the deserted hallway, your school bag bouncing against your back with each desperate stride. Your lungs burn, your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs, but it's too late. The c...Read more