I couldn’t stand it when I saw my own wife and father doing such a terrible thing… The two people I trusted the most betrayed me….
I’m 28 years old, my name is Miguel.
Outsiders would think I’m lucky: I have a stable job in Manila, a gentle wife, and a father who loves his son very much.

My mother passed away early, when I was in high school. Since then, I’ve lived with my father – he was both a strict father and a caring mother. He taught me every little thing in life, from how to cook, do laundry, to how to be kind to others. The bond between us is closer than anything else.

When I got married, I thought: “As long as my father is by my side, I have nothing to worry about in this life.”

But life is not as we think.

One evening, I came home earlier than usual because of an urgent matter at the company.
As I stepped onto the steps, I heard a strange noise coming from my bedroom.

My heart was pounding. I had a feeling that something was wrong.

I gently pushed the door open…

The sight before me left me speechless…

The gray-haired man – my father – in the arms of my wife, Althea.

I stood there petrified.

The whole world around me collapsed in an instant.

The two people I loved and trusted the most stabbed me in the heart at the same time.

Althea frantically pulled the blanket over her body, tears streaming down, while my father turned pale, stiff, and speechless.

“Miguel… listen to me explain…” – he said tremblingly.

I laughed bitterly:
“Explain? What else do you two have to explain? I saw everything.”

That night, I sat alone on the porch.
The cold Quezon night wind blew against my face, but it didn’t hurt as much as the wound in my heart.

I remembered my mother, who had died when I was only fifteen.

She once told me: “Your father has suffered all his life, love him and believe him.”

I had lived up to that advice, until this moment.

I wanted to scream, to smash things, to ask why.

But my reason screamed: violence cannot erase the truth.

The next morning, I sat across from them.
My wife knelt down, sobbing:

“I’m sorry… I was really blind. I regret it, please forgive me.”

My father looked at me, his eyes tired, and said softly:
“I was wrong. I’ve been alone for too long… but that’s not the reason. Whatever you want to do, I’ll do it.”

I was speechless.
I knew he was lonely – after so many years of my mother’s death – but I never thought he would do such a terrible thing

In the end, I chose divorce.

I couldn’t continue living with a woman who betrayed me, and I couldn’t pretend it never happened.

As for my father, I moved out and rented a room in Makati.
I didn’t cut off the bloodline, but in my heart, there was a crack that would never heal.

Before leaving, I only said one sentence:
“Dad is no longer my support. But I am still your son. Don’t expect anything more.”

Now, I live alone in a small apartment overlooking the Pasig River.
The wound has gradually healed, but the scar is still there.

I still see my father occasionally.

He aged quickly, his eyes always sad and heavy.

As for Althea – I don’t want to hear any news about her anymore.

I realized, the most cruel betrayal does not come from enemies, but from the people we love the most.

Once trust is broken, it will never be the same again.