He threw out his pregnant wife for expecting a baby girl, but spent a fortune for his mistress to give birth to a boy in a private clinic. However, on the very day of the birth, something happened that would change his fate forever…
The morning rose warm over the outskirts of Quezon City, sunlight spilling softly across the modest apartment buildings.
Anya walked slowly through the small unit, her belly heavy and ready to burst. Every step hurt, yet she still stroked her stomach tenderly and whispered:
“Konti na lang, anak… malapit na tayong magkita.”
But her husband, Ramon, didn’t even look at her.
Ever since she became pregnant, the man who once showered her with love and promises had turned into a stranger. He complained about everything—the food, her tiredness, even her smell. He treated her with icy indifference, as though motherhood had made her invisible.
That night, while Anya gently folded tiny baby clothes, Ramon said the words that shattered her:
“Next month uuwi ka sa nanay mo para doon manganak. Mahal lahat dito sa Maynila. Sa probinsya ninyo, mga lima o anim na libo lang gagastos mo. Hindi ako magsasayang ng sampu o kinse mil para diyan.”
Anya stared at him, tears trembling in her eyes.
“But Ramon… nine months na ako. Malayo ang biyahe. Baka may mangyari—”
He shrugged with cold disdain.
“Problema mo ’yan. May mga kumadrona doon. At ayoko na rin sa bahay ka lang nagrereklamo.”
That night, Anya realized the man she loved no longer existed.
Two days later, with an old suitcase and a heart full of hurt, she boarded a provincial bus headed for Nueva Ecija.
Her mother, Aling Sion, waited for her at the terminal. The moment she saw how pale and thin Anya looked, she wrapped her in her arms and cried.
“Anak… tama na ang iyak. Dito ka na. Ako ang bahala sa’yo.”
Meanwhile, the moment Ramon watched his wife leave, he rushed straight into the arms of his young secretary, Mira Santos.
She, too, was pregnant… and had sworn she was carrying a boy.
Ramon felt like the luckiest man alive.
“Finally! Magkaka-anak na lalaki ako!” he bragged proudly.
He spared no expense—booking Mira at an exclusive private hospital in Taguig, paying almost ₱200,000 for a luxury suite.
On the day of the delivery, Ramon arrived with a giant bouquet of roses, beaming.
“My son is born! Kamukha ko talaga!” he messaged all his friends, sending photos of the baby.
But the joy wouldn’t last long.
That afternoon, a nurse asked him to sign some documents. Ramon walked toward the nursery area, smiling proudly.
When he opened the door, the blood drained from his face.
Standing there, stiff and stern, was Aling Sion—his mother-in-law.
“S-Sion… a-ano pong ginagawa ninyo dito?” he stammered, sweat forming on his forehead.
She placed a box of baby formula on the table and said firmly:
“Nandito ako para makita ang manugang ko… at ang anak na ipinagmamalaki mo.”
“You’re misunderstanding, Aling Sion. Tinutulungan ko lang ’yang—”
But she raised her hand to silence him.
From her bag, she pulled out a white envelope.
“Alam mo kung ano ’to? DNA test. Pinagawa ko kaagad noong ipinanganak ang bata. At guess what… hindi ikaw ang ama, Ramon.”
Ramon froze, his mouth slightly open.
“H-Hindi puwede ’yan… sinabi ni Mira—sinabi niyang akin ’yon!”
Aling Sion let out a bitter laugh—one that cut deeper than shouting.
“Pinalayas mo ang anak ko kasi babae ang dinadala niya. Pinauwi mo siya para makatipid ng ilang libo. Pero sa babaeng ito, gumastos ka ng halos dalawang daan libo. Para saan? Para sa anak ng iba.”
She stepped closer.
“Kita mo, Ramon? May balik ang lahat. Nakikita ng Diyos ang ginagawa ng tao.”
She closed the envelope and walked toward the door.
Before leaving, she turned back one last time.
“Si Anya, ligtas. Nanganak siya ng isang napakagandang baby girl—malusog at napakaganda ng mga mata. At huwag kang mag-alala… may ama na siya. Pero hindi na ikaw. Simula ngayon, hindi ka na kailangan ng anak ko o ng apo ko.”
She shut the door hard.
Ramon collapsed into a chair, head in his hands.
Outside, a baby’s cry echoed down the hallway—the same cry that earlier felt like a blessing.
Now it mocked him.
Weeks later, the hospital called.
He owed more than ₱200,000.
Mira disappeared.
The condo he bought for her was seized.
His bank account was empty.
His pride was in ruins.
Meanwhile, in Nueva Ecija, Anya was slowly healing.
The golden evening sun warmed the rice fields as she sat on the porch, gently rocking her newborn daughter.
Aling Sion watched her with tender eyes.
“Kita mo, anak? Sa huli, napupunta sa tama ang lahat. Ikaw may pagmamahal… siya puro pagsisisi.”
Anya kissed her baby’s forehead and smiled softly, tears glistening.
The wind rustled through the mango trees, and for the first time in a long while, she finally breathed in peace.