Speechless!
This word best describes what I was feeling right now.
Do you know that you were amazing readers? Yes, you who stayed with me until this page.
When I first started writing this story, I had so many trepidations. I did not think I would be able to pull this through.
First, it has a little similarity to my previous novel, Billionaire Ex Wants Me Back, but my editor believed so much in my draft that she encouraged me to consider doing this. (My heartfelt thanks to Lyra Pinter, who had been a constant source of support.)
My feeling of uncertainty magnified when I received so many attacks when the story was first published. Too many detractors lashed out at my characters that I had a hard time concentrating.
I know what I wanted to do, but the first people who were vocal about the story did not give me enough encouragement. They did not give my characters a chance to redeem themselves as the story progresses.
Fear grips me everytime I face the blank screen of my computer.
Still, I was not a quitter and I know that I have a story to tell.
You see, I believe in human’s innate goodness. I believe that it is our misguided decisions that make us look bad in the eyes of others. We hurt people with our actions, but on the other hand, we bless people, too.
No human is pure ev*l.
And one more thing that resonates with me in writing this story is the realization that people can change. We need to give people a chance to see the changes we wanted to see in them.
That’s how I wanted to magnify my characters. I wanted people to see that they made bad choices, but they are not bad people. They can change if they so desire.
When I finished the first installment of this story, that is when I realized I have many readers backing me up and supporting this story.
Also, I realized that as much as I wanted this to be purely the work of my imagination, reader’s take and point of view must also be taken into consideration. Hence, I encouraged my readers to be proactive.
We used to do that on the radio station where I worked previously. We get people’s views and see how it can be done or if it is feasible.
It was a sort of an experiment, rooted on the foundation that I write what I wanted to read.
I wrote what you wanted to read.
And so, what began as an experiment became a cemented belief and I was too happy of the outcome.
Sometimes, I get to disappoint readers because I cannot accommodate their requests because it would run contrary to the story’s flow, but otherwise, I try to make concessions.
And you know what happened. A lively interaction of what’s good about life.
Love, family, respect - those are the things that I emphasized in my works because those are the most important values for me.
So, now, let me thank all of you from the bottom of my heart.
I wanted to cite those people who have been proactively reading with me.
Susan was the first to comment positively about this book. Then, Karina used to spam my reviews with requests for more chapters indicating an eagerness to read the book in its entirety.
Their comments were my lifelines from those unexpected attacks and I thanked them for it. Maybe, without them, I wouldn’t be able to find the mettle to continue and just write.
Then, your numbers grew as days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months.
I’d like to thank those who comments frequently in-chapters like AnA17, Thea, Christina Chan, Xienne Gutierrez, Matilda King, Merly Tuazon Galarosa, arlene0221, elseqnh+2, Nicholas Lane, Clotelle Proverbs-Bellamy, Beverly Hyland, Asmi Sinha Mahapatra, Rukky Abubakar, Iva, Melissa Chambers, Bonnie Barber, Jhayne Rivera, Sarah H, Maricris Laureta Garnace, Denise Peddicord, Rlynne Carino Balmores, Ako it oh, Roselyn Young, Maria Laisani, Melani Mare-Botha, Sheila Reynolds Melton, Josephine Molina, Pearly Kim Dumngalon, Denise, Aily Klaiz, Amela Avila, Halina Jagiello, Deborah, Jill Sleeman, Jenifer Cawagas, Amini, Esty R, Melanie Samson, Tina Clifford, Rupanylla Nongkynrih, Espinosa Argen, rena vanumu, Debbie, Loretta Oliver, Cora Johnson, Lhyn, Mychelle Anoos-Legal, Michaela Hammes, Indira Bautista Lacson Palermo, Bellamy Sailed, Maris Marcelino, Maria Rica Yumang, Elizabeth, Merlyn L. A. Nilsson, Denie McInelly Moffett, Angela, Emerald, RoseMary Walker, Sassa, rayandal, AmJo, SillyRabbit, Ana Cristina, Azeem Munshi, and Mariquit.
The same day this story became live on June 3, 2024, I received my first two gems from Julia. The next day, Jacqueline and Jennifer Gonzales rewarded me one gem each.
To date, my book accumulated 2, 010 gems from Christina Chan, kmr, Thea, Susan, AnA17,captainobvious34, Delina, Sarah H, Nicholas Lane, Jesevelyn Tambalos, veronicaesclanda30, Bonnie Barber, gayathri balasubramanian, Sheila Loyola Zapanta, Bookworm, Aily, Klaiz, Susan (2nd acct) Teri Ola, Narhidayah Nadiman, Maribel Loterte, Elizabeth and elseqnh+2 as my top 22 contributors.
I also wanted to thank Bonnie Barber for the bouquets, hamburger, coins, and fountain pen. Iva and Melissa Carter sent cakes each, visitor 1235 for the racing car, visitor 7104, Elizabeth and banoonshah for the coins. ( I really wish those were real items hahaha.) But the said items had corresponding rewards that the platform added to my income so I am thanking you all from the bottom of my heart.
To those who unlocked chapters, thank you so much for all your support.
You are my crowd and I will be forever grateful for the vouch of confidence, the words of appreciation, your commendation, and yes, sometimes I knew some of you fend off some negative comments from other readers. It fills my heart with gratitude to have all of you around.
The story may have ended, but your goodness, appreciation, and your love for this book will remain in my heart forever.
Love,
J Cruz
Speechless! This word best describes what I was feeling right now. Do you know that you were amazing readers? Yes, you who stayed with me until this page. When I first started writing this story, I had so many trepidations. I did not think I would be able to pull this through. First, it has a little similarity to my previous novel, Billionaire Ex Wants Me Back, but my editor believed so much in my draft that she encouraged me to consider doing this. (My heartfelt thanks to Lyra Pinter, who had been a constant source of support.)My feeling of uncertainty magnified when I received so many attacks when the story was first published. Too many detractors lashed out at my characters that I had a hard time concentrating.I know what I wanted to do, but the first people who were vocal about the story did not give me enough encouragement. They did not give my characters a chance to redeem themselves as the story progresses. Fear grips me everytime I face the blank screen of my computer.
Briana’s POVThe soul always knows how to heal itself. I had often heard that phrase before but it was never more gratingly obvious til now. After I volunteered to be Charles and Jenna’s surrogate, I had not counted on the pain the act would invariably inflict on me. At the start, it was all too easy. For 40 weeks, I would be carrying their baby in my womb, and that was it. Jenna and Charles will have that baby they desperately wanted. Of course, Noah and I submitted to counseling before I did this, but I never expected that when the time came that I had to turn over baby Amira to her parents, it would hit me so hard. I had not counted on how my self-sacrifice would backfire on me. It hurts so much. I was so heartbroken when I realized that Amira would no longer be a part of my life. Noah took me to several sessions of counseling, and with his support, I was able to get past the hurt and accept that Amira was not mine.The rest of the family helped. My brothers hovered over me
Hello my loves, Jenna and Charles’ story was one of the most painful stories I had written so far. It was because I had to dig up long-forgotten events in my life.But I had to do it for you to be able to understand the motives behind Jenna and Charles’ actions and the pain they invariably inflicted on each other. Jenna and Charles were both non confrontational. They keep things in stride and hope for the best, but sometimes even with the best intentions, our pain could not lay hidden for too long. It needed to be addressed and voiced out, not because you wanted to lash out at your partner or give them the same pain they were giving you.Sometimes, our silence is our cry for help. Or it was a way to protect ourselves. We retreated into the inner recesses of our soul to find solace and comfort because the people we expected to comfort and provide solace for us could not hear our cry for help.But all’s well that ends well. Am glad for those people who had requested me to do a story
Charles POVOne year later…I was standing behind the french windows of the room I was occupying at the Rosewood Hotel, eyes looking outside toward my wife.This past year was a crazy one.Just as Briana predicted, Jenna and I barely had time for ourselves. The kids were growing, and they were beautiful to watch.Jenna’s laugh made its way to where I was.As I watched Jenna play with our children, I could not help comparing her to a rose in bloom.I could not help feeling proud of the changes in her.&nb
Charles POVWe placed our babies in a customized baby carrier that could fit the four of them, and Jenna and I walked out of the suite that had been our temporary home for the past month.At the lobby, we looked like we were on a parade with our nannies in tow and bodyguards, but that’s a small price to pay for the security and safety of my family.“Jenna! Charles!” Beth called out to us.We stopped when we neared her.“Where are your kids?” I asked after she and Jenna hugged each other.I learned this past month that Beth chose to be a stay-at-home m
Charles POVThe next day, our other two babies were born one after the other.Jenna and I were also there to witness everything and become part of our children’s birth.Jenna’s eyes were puffy when she held our two other newborns in her arms. She had been crying nonstop since yesterday because it still had not sunk in that she was a mom of four babies.When we visited Briana, she and Jenna had a long talk.Briana was smiling, but I could see that she was at a loss when it was time to take the baby away from her.I realized that this ordeal put a lot of strain on
Charles POVThe phone in the delivery room rang, and a nurse went to answer it.“Dr. Martin, it’s delivery room 2.” She said from across the room, allowing us to hear.Dr. Martin went to answer it. Her face was serious when she placed the phone back in its cradle.Then, she turned her head back to her medical team.“Are you still up for another delivery?” She asked her team.Their high spirits rubbed off on Jenna and me. We were smiling when they shouted, of course.
Charles POVIt was a crazy day.We were having a meeting when I heard that Briana had been rushed to the hospital.“Brie is having our baby,” I told my brothers and friend after I dropped the call.It was Jenna. She, Noah, and Biana were already in the hospital because Briana's water broke.My face contorted as emotions I could not name assailed.A mix of fear, excitement, nervousness, worry, and happiness barraged me.Briana, my baby sister, was going to deliver my and Jenna's baby right now. 
Jenna POVThe days quickly passed by.Though we did not talk about it, it seemed as if Charles and I were in tacit agreement to take things slow concerning our careers and concentrate more on each other.We go out of town and do things we had never done before as a couple.It was marvelous.“It’s good that you spend more time with each other because I tell you, once the four babies arrive, you won’t get even a wink of sleep,” Briana told me when I came to her house that afternoon to catch up and to check on her.It’s the baby’s