God's Perfect Time Quotes

The very first thing I do after I come back to life is find a pig and get married to it. In my past life, I was on the brink of getting engaged to my lover of ten years, Anthony Warner, who was a regimental colonel. In order to celebrate my engagement, Hannah Larson, my cousin, gave me a bracelet, and since it was a thoughtful gift from her, I wore it all the time. Yet, on our engagement day, Anthony didn't just call off our engagement, but he also berated me, calling me a tramp and a homewrecker who destroyed his relationship with Hannah. I was completely at a loss and tried to defend myself, but Hannah suddenly stepped forward and burst out crying. "I know my family and educational background surpass yours, but you can't just ruin my relationship with Anthony out of jealousy, Natalie! Anthony and I have already made a lifelong commitment to each other, so please just let it go!" Anthony turned and led Hannah away. They then got engaged shortly afterward. I was left standing there, becoming the subject of gossip from my relatives. They called me a shameless home-wrecker, and their scorn extended to my parents, who were shamed for raising such a child. They eventually took their own lives from all the rumors, and I couldn't bear the pain of losing them, so I ended myself, too. I suddenly open my eyes and find myself returning to the day Hannah presents me with the bracelet.

In my last life, my in-laws "died," and my so-called DINK husband, Eric, begged me to raise his sweet little "brother," Luca. Seven years flew by. That scrawny kid turned into a total cutie and blew up online—pulling in tens of thousands a month. Then one night, boom—Eric's parents came back from the dead. And with them? Tammy. Eric's first love. She clung to Eric with one hand, Luca with the other, all smug as hell. "I've been traveling for seven years. I'm tired. And wow, what a perfect son—thanks for raising him." Eric's parents didn't even pretend to care. "You couldn't give Eric a kid, but at least you were useful this once." "Sign the divorce papers. Make room for Tammy." I walked out of that law firm wrecked—and right into the path of a speeding car. Tammy was behind the wheel, smiling like she won. Next thing I knew, I woke up on the same day Eric's parents had "died."

"Anong dahilan ito ng pakikipaghiwalay mo?" tanong ni Zeus kay Maureen, "hindi kita mapaligaya sa kama? anong kalokohan ito?" "Totoo naman, hindi mo ako mapaligaya sa kama. Uuwi ka ng bahay, matapos ang ilang linggo mong pagkawala, tapos, lalayasan mo ulit ako pagkatapos. Kaya tama yang nababasa mo, hindi mo nameet ang standards na gusto ko!" sagot ni Maureen sa lalaki. "Talaga ba? Ilan ang gusto mo? makapito tayo sa isang gabi? Sige, humanda ka sa akin pag uwi---" hindi na nito naituloy ang sinasabi dahil agad niya itong sinagot. "Sino namang may sabing uuwian pa kita? ano ako, baliw?" kaagad pinutol ni Maureen ang tawag na iyon. Alam niyang galit na galit ito sa kanya. Subalit pagod na siyang habulin ang lalaki, gayong ang trato nito sa kanya ay isang basura! Tapos na ang pagiging masunurin niyang asawa. Sinayang lang nito ang pagmamahal niya. Paglipas ng panahon, naging isa siyang successful na fashion designer. Napapalibutan na siya ng mga bata at gwapong kalalakihan. Madalas niyang nakakasalamuha sa mga events ang dati niyang asawa. Minsan, kinorner siya nito sa sulok saka hinalikan. "Maureen, mahalin mo ulit ako, please.." pakiusap nito. "Gaya ng dati. Handa akong magpaalipin sayo, balikan mo lang ako."

Isang professor si Kallix Jace Rodriguez. Kilala siyang masungit at terror na guro. Galing rin siya sa isang mayamang pamilya. Makikilala niya si Desra (Deday)Bigay isang simpleng dalaga na mamasukan sa kanila bilang isang maid. Masiyahin ngunit isang matapang na babae. Paano kapag nagsama ang isang lalaking arogante at isang dalagang palaban? May pag-ibig kayang mabubuo ? Hanggang saan ang kaya mo para ipagpalaban ang pag-ibig niyo?

Selene auctioned her body in exchange for a large amount of money. She has no other choice. Ito na lang ang tanging naiisip niya para mailigtas ang buhay ng kaniyang kapatid na kailangang operahan. Isang matandang lalaki ang nanalo sa pagbili sa kaniya para sa isang gabi. Nanginginig man sa takot si Selene pero wala siyang magawa, kailangan niyang lunukin ang prinsipyo niya dahil hindi naman nito maililigtas ang kapatid niya. A strong man with brown eyes rushed into the room. She couldn't see his face, he tore off Selene's thin clothes and tortured her virginity like a devil The old man was about to enter the room but was blocked by two men guarding the room. Magagalit na sana ang matanda dahil sa ginagawa ng dalawang lalaki nang bigla nilang sabihin kung sino ang nasa loob. When the old man heard who it was he left immediately. Paano kung ang inaakala mong isang matanda ang ama ng yung anak ay hindi pala at ang tunay niyang ama ay ang pinakamayaman sa bansa? What will Selene do? How can she approach his son's father? Lalo na at ito ang Boss niya sa kasalukuyan.

I, Cassandra Channing, don't stop my fiance, Hades Emerson, from rushing into the flames to save his non-biological niece, Olivia Emerson, this time. Instead, I watch as the fire swallows him whole. In my past life, a fire broke out at the hotel on our wedding day. Hades and I escaped in time, but Olivia was trapped inside. Seeing the flames grow bigger, I did everything I could to stop him from charging in to save her. When the fire was finally extinguished, Olivia was dead. Hades claimed he didn't blame me for the incident, and purchased diving tickets for me and our son on our third wedding anniversary. When we were 300 feet below sea level, he ripped out our oxygen tank and snarled, "You're the reason I couldn't save Olivia back then. Now, a life for a life." Crying, I begged him to understand that our son is innocent, but he swam away without looking back. In the end, my son and I suffocated to death. After dying, I learned that Hades had always been in love with Olivia. He hated me for stopping him from saving her. He blamed me for causing him to lose the love of his life. I am back on the day of the fire when I open my eyes again.

My daughter accidentally scratched my husband's young mistress's face with her nails. For that, my husband had her fingers chopped off. Covered in blood, she came home seeking help, only to be assaulted by an intruder. I called my husband, crying, but his mistress's sweet voice answered the phone. "Stop using these lowly tricks to get Jack's attention. All you're doing is making him sick!" I begged my husband to take my call, but all I got in return was a barrage of insults. "Nothing is more important than Yvonne's face! I'm busy taking her to the hospital! I don't have time for your drama!" Later, my daughter's organs were removed by the intruder. Even in death, she was still tightly holding onto the birthday gift she had prepared for her father. My husband, a top lawyer, personally defended the criminal who assaulted our daughter. He let that man walk away scot-free after what he had done. On the day he celebrated his birthday with all our relatives, he finally knew that our daughter had died. He completely lost his mind.

My mother-in-law, Teresa Hawke, said she was trapped inside her burning villa. I called my husband, Asher Jensen, begging him to save her. But he was too busy at some bar, flirting with his childhood sweetheart, Melanie Lanner. It wasn't until I begged him, over and over, that he finally went to save Teresa. But Melanie was snatched from that same bar, tortured, killed, and dumped. He acted like none of it mattered until I got pregnant. Then out of nowhere, he threw it all back on me, saying it was my fault. Asher pulled every string he could to bankrupt my family, driving Mom and Dad to leap to their deaths. Then he rounded up a gang of violent psychopaths and threw me in with them. I begged again and again, but he just watched me with that dead stare. "You'll suffer like Mel did before she died! She left this world in agony. Why should you get to live? That's not fair." 99 stab wounds—that was how many it took before I finally bled out and died. And then, I woke up, right back on the day Teresa screamed for help from inside that burning villa.

After eight years together, I took a hit for my surgeon boyfriend. Milton Woodard vowed I could ask for anything. Everyone assumed I'd seize the chance to propose, locking him down for good. Instead, I looked him in the eye and said, "Let's break up." Then I walked away without a backward glance. Milton smirked, betting with his buddies that I'd come crawling back in under three days, calling me a desperate lapdog chasing his attention. He was dead wrong because I'd been reborn. In my last life, I proposed to him and won. Overwhelmed by the news, his first love threw herself off a rooftop and killed herself. Milton unleashed his grief-fueled rage on me. On our wedding night, he slashed my face and locked me in a dank, claustrophobic basement. When I got pregnant, he force-fed me supplements until the baby grew too big for me to deliver. I hemorrhaged, torn apart, and died in agony on the birthing table. Now, reborn on the day I saved his life, I was done playing his fool.

My family was the wealthiest in River City, with assets worth trillions. On my eighteenth birthday, my brother, Calvin Chester, gifted me an entire jewelry production line while my parents built a private museum and named it after me. The greatest hardship I’d ever faced? Learning how to spend my inheritance. Then I met Dario Darwin. For him, I cut ties with my family and helped him build his empire from scratch. But when I was three months pregnant, he demanded I drink on behalf of his assistant, Fran Fallon, a woman “slumming it” as an intern while secretly being the heiress to another fortune. “Stop pretending,” he sneered. “You’re not like Fran, raised in pampered luxury. You’re older, so act like it and take care of your juniors!” Then, to the clients leering around the table, “My wife’s just being dramatic. She can hold her liquor. Don’t hold back—pour her another!” Amid their jeers, he left with Fran, abandoning me to a room of drunken men. Years of sacrifice, only to be humiliated. I scheduled an abortion and called him. “We’re done.” Through the phone, Fran’s simpering voice chimed in, “It’s my fault that Clea is upset… I should quit and go home to my family’s billions.” “Ignore her. She’s faking it,” Dario cooed back. On the day Dario signed the divorce papers, my parents and Calvin came to take me home. Our marriage came to an end, but his tragedy was about to begin.