Good Morning Mahal Ko Message

Just one week into my new job, I was wrongfully accused of cooking the books, and it cost me five years behind bars. After that, my wife found out she was pregnant. She insisted on having the baby and promised to wait for me to come home. Out of gratitude, I threw myself into work after my release. I did everything I could to give them a good life. It was until one day, I overheard a conversation between my wife and our son. “Mom, don’t let Dad come out with us. It’s embarrassing! Why did you pin Mr. Scott’s crime on him back then?! And now, the girl next door keeps making fun of me, saying my dad’s a criminal!” My wife gently pulled our son close and comforted him, saying, “I promised Mr. Scott I’d help him. Your dad’s so naive. He’ll never find out.” It turned out that my supposed happy life was nothing but lies and betrayal!

My son was caught in a car accident. My husband said that without a cornea donor, he would be trapped in darkness forever. Heartbroken, I let him sweet-talk me into signing away my corneas. Blind, I overheard my son gloating, "Dad, the plan worked. Mom fell for it, and Rachel's got her sight back. She won't be miserable anymore." "Yeah, now we're a real family with her," replied my husband. The truth gutted me. They'd played me like a fool to save my husband's old flame. When I confronted them, Rachel Huffman shoved me down a staircase, and I died in agony. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of my son's car accident.

Handa akong tumakbo sa kahit saan maitago ko lamang ang katotohanan na nagkaanak ako at ang ama ay walang iba kundi ang boss ko. Ginawa ko ang lahat maitago lamang ang anak ko sa mga katrabaho ko hanggang sa manganak ako. Nagresign ako sa trabaho upang maalagaan ang anak ko at nang makalaki na ito ay agad akong nag-aplay ng trabaho. Sinong mag-aakala na babalik din pala ako kung saan ako nagsimula at muli kaming magkita. Umakto ako na paranng hindi kami magkakilala noon at nanatiling nakadistansiya rito. Hanggang kailan ko maitatago ang katotohanan tungkol sa pagkatao ng anak ko? Handa ba akong lunukin ang takot ko para ipagtapat ang katotohanan? O Magpapadaig na lamang ako sa takot ko at hahayaan na ang tadhana na lamang ang magdikta ng aming kapalaran? Paano kung dumating ang araw na kailanagan ko ng tulong sa ama ng anak ko upang maisalba ang buhay nito. Handa ko bang guluhin ang tahimik nitong buhay kasama ang bago nitong minahal at magulo ang tahimik na buhay na nais ko para sa anak.

Tila sanay na sa mga pagsubok ng buhay Amara Santos. Lumaki siyang kinakayod ang lahat para sa kakambal niyang si Selene, na may malubhang sakit na matagal ng dinadala. Ang tanging liwanag sa kanyang madilim na mundo ay ang kanyang kasintahang si Liam dela Cruz, anak ng alkalde. Simula pagkabata, siya na ang kanyang sandigan—ang lalaking nangakong mamahalin siya kahit anong mangyari. Ngunit, isang masaklap na kapalaran ang dumating sa buhay nya. Sa kritikal na oras ng kanyang kapatid sa ospital, iniwan siya ni Liam at ipinagpalit sa isang babae na makakatulong sa kanyang ambisyon na pumasok sa politika. At sa isang iglap, natagpuan niya ang sarili sa isang hukay na isang paraan lang ang kalalabasan. "Pakakasalan mo ako, at ibibigay ko sa’yo ang lahat ng kailangan mo." Sino ang lalaking ito? Si Ethan? Si Ethan Alcantara. "Simple lang ang kasunduan, Amara," sagot ni Ethan. "Ikaw ang magiging asawa ko, at sa mata ng publiko, magiging perpekto tayong magkapareha. Kapalit niyan, matutulungan ko ang kapatid mo." Tila isang malafairy tale na tagpo ang nangyayari sa buhay ni Amara, at sa palubog niyang kumunoy ay mayroon siyang prince charming na tagapag sagip. Mararanasan nga ba nya ang maging prinsesa? O isa na naman itong pag-papanggap na mapipilitan siyang ituloy dahil sa kasunduang iligtas ang kanyang mahal na kapatid? Hanggang saan aabot ang kanyang pagtitiis na mag-panggap? Magkakaroon nga ba ng pag-ibig sa pagitan nila ni Ethan?

I was shattered to learn that my precious child was not mine. My own flesh and blood was gone forever. I was not going to crumble under the weight of the revelation or consume myself with hysteria or grief. Instead, I channeled my pain into putting my mother-in-law behind bars and breaking my husband before moving on with my life.

After my daughter, Mia Powell, was declared brain-dead, my husband, Liam Powell, urged me to sign the organ donation consent form. I was drowning in grief and my mind was on the verge of collapse. That was when I accidentally discovered that her attending doctor, Blair Lincoln, was Liam’s old flame. They had lied about Mia’s brain death, just to trick me into signing the form and steal her heart to save Blair’s daughter, Sophia. I watched as Liam picked Sophia up from the hospital. The three of them smiled together, like a perfect, happy family. When I confronted them, they pushed me off a building, and I died from the fall. Given a second chance, I had returned to the day I was supposed to sign the organ donation form. As I stared at Mia lying in that hospital bed, I silently vowed. This time, that scumbag and that wretch would pay with their lives for what they did to Mia.

Our bridal room was set on fire, and my husband, a firefighter, was grievously wounded while trying to save me. I sent him to be saved at the hospital where Winnie Sloan, his childhood friend worked, but the surgery ended up being a failure, and my husband passed away. After the announcement that my husband was deceased, Winnie told me that his dying wish was that he wanted a child. Hearing that, I powered through my grief and used the sperm he had previously frozen to conceive a child through IVF, raising my son to be enrolled in the most prestigious university in the area. On the day of the celebration party, my son kicked me out and invited my husband and Winnie onto the stage as his 'biological parents', and that's when I found out that my husband had faked his death. All those years ago, he and Winnie had swapped out the embryo I'd conceived in secret. The son I had painstakingly given birth to and raised turned out to have no blood relation to me whatsoever. Meanwhile, my husband had been enjoying a luxurious life overseas with Winnie while waiting for a chance to reconnect with his son. In my rage, I confronted them and demanded an explanation, but ended up dying because they pushed me down the stairs. When I came to, I was back to the day of the fire.

Trevor Farren cheated on me—with a hostess, no less. He bought her a villa, handbags, necklaces, and even whisked her away to the Maldives. Everything I had, she had too. In my fury, I resolved to retaliate. I found myself in the smoky halls of a nightclub, learning shameful, provocative moves from the women there. I would seduce him and make him fall for me all over again. I vowed to crush him in the end. I'd ruin him. Strip him of everything he held dear until he tasted the bitterness of despair, the way I had. Standing before the mirror, I traced my curves with a sly smile. "Trevor, do you like what you see?"

My girlfriend called me frantically out of the blue, saying her mother's water had broken. She begged me to take them to the hospital. But I lazily hung up the phone and turned away, buying myself an ice cream bar instead. In my previous life, her mother had also gone into labor late in life. I had risked everything to rush her to the hospital, running twelve red lights, pushing my car to the limit until the fuel gauge nearly burst. Yet, despite all that, her mother had lost the baby. Worse still, she turned around and accused me of killing the baby. My girlfriend had hated me for it, blaming me for her mother's inability to have children again. That very night, she and her shameless relatives took over my family's house, forcing my parents into such anger and despair that they ended up in the hospital. My company went bankrupt, and as if that weren't enough, I was beaten so severely that both my legs were broken. In the end, I fell into a deep depression and took my own life. But when I opened my eyes again, I found myself reborn. This time, I uncovered the secret her mother had been hiding.

My dormmate falls in the dorm and sends the rest of us the hospital bill. She wants us to compensate her. "I only fell because you guys left a puddle of water at the door. It's only right that you compensate me, don't you think? It's not much—you each just have to give me a thousand dollars to cover the checkup, medication, transport, the classes I missed, and the mental distress I suffered." I exchange looks with my two other dormmates. All three of us politely decline. That's when she goes berserk. She screeches threateningly, "Do you know who my father is? I'll make sure you guys can't graduate if you don't compensate me!"