The Promise of a New Beginning
When I found out I was pregnant, I truly believed that this would be the spark that would save my already shattered marriage. For a moment
, I thought that maybe, just maybe, Marco and I can start from scratch.
But a few weeks later, everything collapsed.
I found out that Marco had another wife.
And the worst part? His whole family knew this.
When the truth came out, I expected anger, or at least a little embarrassment. Instead, at a so-called “family reunion” in Quezon City, her mother, Elling Hart, looked me straight in the eye and said in an icy tone:
“There is no need to argue. The one who gives birth to a child stays in the family.
If it’s a girl, you can go. »
His words made me freeze.
So, for them, the value of a woman was measured by the sex of her child.
I turned to Marco, hoping he would defend me, but he remained silent, his eyes downcast.
That night, looking out the window of the house I once called home, I knew my job was done. Even though
the child I was carrying in my womb was a boy, I still didn’t want to find him in a house full of hatred and disdain.
The next morning, I went to the town hall.
I found the legal separation papers, signed them and left without looking back.
Tears flowed on their own in front of the building, but for the first time my chest was light.
It wasn’t because she wasn’t in pain. It was because he chose freedom. For my son. And for me.
I left almost nothing: little clothes, a few things for the baby, and the courage to start over. In Cebu
, I got a job as a receptionist at a small clinic.
As my belly grew, I learned to laugh again.
My mother and a few close friends became my real family.
The new “queen” of the family
Meanwhile, Marco’s new fiancée, Clarissa, a woman who looks very cute, but loves luxury, is welcomed like a queen in the house of Dela Cruz.
I got what I wanted.
And when there were guests, my former mother-in-law proudly introduced them:
“Here is the woman who will give us the son who will inherit our business!”
I didn’t respond. He wasn’t even angry anymore.
I just trusted the timing.
The birth of my son
A few months later, I gave birth at a small public hospital in Cebu.
A small, small, healthy girl, whose eyes are as bright as the sunrise.
When I took her in my arms, all that pain suddenly disappeared.
I didn’t care if he wasn’t the “boy” they were expecting.
She was alive. She was mine. And that’s all that mattered.
When the situation changed
A few weeks later, a former neighbor sent me a message: Clarissa had also given birth. The entire Dela Cruz family
celebrated with balloons, banners, large meals.
His long-awaited “successor” was finally born.
But one afternoon, a rumor began to spread in the neighborhood, a rumor that turned everything upside down. The kid
… He wasn’t a kid. And
even worse… The child was not Marco’s son.
In the hospital, it was noticed that the blood types did not match.
When the DNA test came, the truth fell on him like lightning in the middle of the afternoon.
The child did not belong to Marco dela Cruz.
The big Dela Cruz house, usually so noisy, fell silent through the night.
Marco was speechless.
My ex-mother-in-law, the one who said, “Whoever has a child, lives,” was taken to the hospital after she fainted.
Clarissa disappeared shortly after, leaving Manila with her child … But without family.
Finding True Peace
When I learned all this, I wasn’t happy.
I didn’t feel like a win.
Only peace.
Because I finally understood: I didn’t need to “win”.
Kindness doesn’t always scream. Sometimes he waits. In silence. And let life speak for him.
One afternoon, as I was laying my daughter, Alyssa, in bed to take a nap, the sky outside was orange.
I caressed her little cheek and whispered:
“My love, I may not be able to provide you with a perfect family,
but I promise you a peaceful life,
a life in which no woman or man will be more valuable than the other,
a life in which you will be loved just because you are you.”
Outside, everything was silent, as if the world was listening.
I smiled and cried.
For the first time, they were no longer tears of pain,
they were tears of freedom.
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