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The video circulated at exactly 7:03 AM.
By 8:00, it was already shared in six group chats and two anonymous confession pages.
By 9:00, everyone was staring at Ruthie Villanueva again.
Of course.
“Grabe, ang landi niya.”38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ8y7Pu7C86
“Teacher ‘yun, ‘di ba?”38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnNjWWGdZFI
“Tangina. Siya pala ang totoong malandi.”38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5EJ4bjNn1F
“Si Ruthie nag-leak, sure ako. Inggit ‘yun eh.”
The Video:38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbIEdAxYolr
Poor resolution. Dim lighting. But clear enough to show Joy Asuncion crying in a faculty room.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4cqpqpP9XJ
The male teacher’s voice was sharp, commanding.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGfMbEsNkgj
Joy's shirt was slightly disheveled.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX2fkhZymFK
She was begging—“Wag po, please lang po…”
Context? Absent.
But implication? Explosive.
By lunchtime, Marian Soler was already broadcasting a narrative loud enough to catch fire.
“Si Ruthie may kopya ng CCTV, ‘di ba?”38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6SUe1i5Q7P
“Ang bilis niya magkalat. Palagi na lang siyang may alam.”38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡizUV5o4emJ
“She hates Joy. You think she’s innocent?”
No one questioned it.
Because pretty girls don’t lie… unless they’re not crying.
And Ruthie Villanueva never cried.
In the library, Ruthie read the comments.
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But under the table, her hand gripped her pen so tight it cracked.
Jay, seated two tables away, glanced at her. He didn’t approach. But she felt the weight of his stare.
Not judgment. Not pity.
Just curiosity. Like he was watching a queen in her final move—or her slow destruction.
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Joy cornered Ruthie in the locker room.
“Wala kang alam sa buhay ko, okay? Stop acting like you’re better than everyone.”38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg4b6v5dq24
“Did I say I was?” Ruthie replied, still tying her hair.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrIcO3LQcMx
“Ang arte mo. Perfect ka nga, pero ang sama ng ugali mo.”38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIR013LjPh4
“That’s rich. Coming from someone who cries on cue.”
Joy slapped her.
Ruthie didn’t even flinch.
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“Ruthie, do you want to talk about the video?”38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡejfMiTG6MK
“Why me?” she asked the principal. “Did someone file a report?”38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRMpQZ8wQJD
“No. But a lot of fingers are pointing your way.”38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8MCCneGh1x
“Then tell them to point harder. Maybe they’ll finally touch the truth.”
When Ruthie left the office, the hallway was quiet. Still.
Like the calm before the lynching.
Outside the gates, reporters had started appearing.
Not for Ruthie—but for the scandal.
But like gravity, her name kept being pulled into it.
Because when things burn, people look for the one holding the match—even if their hands are clean.
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Ruthie sat on her bedroom floor, staring at the dark.
She could expose Joy.
She could tell them what she really saw that day:38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyI2GcNKMWM
Joy sneaking out of the same teacher’s car.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOrtrwQUOyS
Joy bragging to Marian that he “does what she says.”
But she didn’t.
Because she knew how the world worked.
People love pretty girls who cry.
But they hate pretty girls who fight back.
Her phone buzzed. A message from an unknown number.
Unknown: “You didn’t do it, did you?”38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUDfpgk8OP0
Ruthie: “No.”38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ6Dh5bv1Py
Unknown: “Then why not say something?”38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPudQsnn400
Ruthie: “Because no one would believe me.”38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡznx8HyEYVP
Unknown: “I would.”38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsmF0tLZJL9
–J.A.
Jay Armada.
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and then Add to home screen.