Newborn Uncontrollable Crying

The day after my best friend, Sarah Blunt married Patrick, the second son of the Brosnan family, I too became a bride and wed Matthew, his older brother. She married a swimming champion, and I, the rock-climbing coach. We thought we had our futures all figured out. Then, something happened that summer. The four of us planned a getaway but Matthew and Patrick’s baby sister, Megan joined us and our peaceful trip became a crowded affair.  While rock climbing, disaster struck—the rope snapped, and all five of us plummeted into the river below. The brothers rushed frantically to save Megan, leaving Sarah and me at the mercy of the river’s current, battered and tossed like driftwood. By the time the rescue team pulled us from the water, we were bruised, scraped, and utterly spent. In the hospital, Megan and I received devastating news that would change everything.  “You’ve been pregnant for 40 days, Ma’am. How could you put yourself in such a risky situation? Your baby survived, but your friend lost hers.” Shaken, I called Matthew to tell him about the pregnancy. His anger cut through the line. “You’re angry that I went to Megs first and now you’re trying to fool me with a fake pregnancy? She’s my sister—it’s my duty to protect her!” Sarah faced her own storm. Patrick practically scoffed at her grief. “Miscarriage? Do you expect me to believe that? The doctors said you only had a 30% chance of conceiving. I can’t stand women who create drama out of nothing.” Both calls ended abruptly, leaving us stunned as we stared at each other in the sterile light of the hospital room. In that shared silence, we made our decision—we would leave these men behind and start anew, launching a business together. But when the brothers received our divorce papers, they showed up at my door in the middle of a storm, kneeling in the pouring rain, crying through the night for a second chance.

“Dad, can you leave Mama Sammy and marry my Mom instead?” Summer braised herself when she heard her stepson, Lucian asking her husband, Giovanni. “Of course.” Tuluyang nabasag ang puso niya nang marinig ang sagot ng kanyang asawa. **** After years of being in love with him, Summer grabbed the chance to be his companion in bed when Giovanni and his first love—Amber, broke up. Ngayong bumalik na ang babae at ang anak nito ay naiwan siyang luhaan. Iyon ang akala niya dahil nang magmulat siya ng mga mata ay natagpuan na lang niya ang sarili na ikinakasal kay Giovanni dahil sa Daddy niya. Tila pinapaboran siya ng tadhana. Nawala sa eksena sa Amber. Kahit malamig ang pakikitungo sa kanya ni Giovanni ay ayos lang. Naniniwala siya na kapag naging mabuti siyang asawa at ina sa anak nitong si Lucian ay mamahalin din siya nito. But oh boy!, she’s wrong. Nang bumalik si Amber ay nawala rin ang mag-ama sa kanya. Giovanni was with Amber during their first anniversary. Broken-hearted, she signed the divorce paper and left the country. Years later, when Summer’s father asked for her help, she came back fully moved on and became a Captain of Green Beret US Army. Her and Giovanni’s path meets again without him knowing they had a daughter. And the man was acting like he didn’t bring pain before. He was acting like a lovable husband, getting her attention all he wanted. ********* “I signed the divorce paper, don’t expect the same when it comes to my kid,” asik sa kanya ni Giovanni na para bang kasalanan niya pa ng lahat. His son, Lucian came too. Crying when Summer’s daughter fought with him. “Mama Sammy, inaway ako ng bata. Don’t you want me and Daddy anymore?”

After three years of relentless pursuit, I finally won over Logan—a guy who had never shown the slightest interest in women—and he cherished me like I was his entire world. On the eve of our wedding, I accidentally overheard one of his friends teasing him, "Logan, are you really ready to step into the grave of marriage for Bella? And what about Joann? She's chased you for so many years. Don't you feel anything for her?" Logan's voice was cold. "If we hadn't grown up together, I wouldn't even want to see Joann's face. She could never compare to Bella, ever." So, I held onto dreams for our future, and I married him. Two years later, at our daughter's hundred-day celebration, Joann came to me in tears, claiming her baby had leukemia—and that only my daughter could save her baby. Logan's eyes reddened instantly, and without hesitation, he sent our daughter into the operating room to have her blood drawn. I struggled in the bodyguards' grip desperately, crying and pleading, "Logan, Lily is still so little. She can't take this. She'll die! Please, use the cord blood I stored for her. I'm begging you, let her go." He kicked me aside. "It's just a bit of blood. Joann's baby is dying, and you're still this selfish? Get out!" When the surgery was over, he tossed a divorce agreement at me. "Joann's child is mine. I have to give them both a name, and I'm taking her abroad for treatment." I stared at my silent, motionless daughter in the operating room, my heart turning to ash. "Fine." Six years later, Logan saw me in a baby store, holding the hand of my five-year-old son. Logan reached out with a pained look, trying to pick him up. "Why did you cut Lily's hair so short? She looks like a boy. What were you thinking?"

"Oo ford! ...ako nga ang iyong asawa na pinabayaan mong mamat*y sa kamay ng ina mo at sa babaeng tinuri kong kapatid buong buhay ko!" walang tigil sa pagpatak ang aking luha habang sinasabi lahat sa kaniya lahat ng sakit na dinanas ko sa kamay ng kaniyang pamilya at sa t*ksil kong kaibigan. "M-maniwala ka sakin hon ...please-e maniwala ka wala akong alam sa sinasabi mo" paliwanag niya habang sinusubukan niya akong yakapin. "Tigilan mo ako sa mga kasinungalingan mo! magmula ngayon, hindi na ako ang dating mahinang si gwen! dahil hindi na ako muli pang magpapa-api sa inyo!" kumalas ako sa pagkakahawak niya sakin saka tumalikod sa kaniya. "Maniwala ka gwen ...ikaw parin ang babaeng pinakamamahal ko-o" tumulo ang aking mga luha habang nakikinig sa kaniyang kasinungalingan. "M-mahal? ...kung mahal mo ako ford sa akin ka naniwala! sa lahat ng tao dapat ikaw yung unang kumampi sa akin! alam mo ba yung sakit na dinanas ko?! ...ford hindi mo alam kung anong hirap at pasakit naranasan ko sa inyo!" Wala paring hinto ang pagtulo ng aking mga luha habang isa isa kong sinasabi sa kaniya lahat ng nangyari mula noong nasa pamamahay nila ako. "Maniwala ka ...wala akong alam sa nangyari, patawarin mo ako kung, kung hindi ako nakinig sayo mga panahong yun" while crying saka nakaluhod papalapit kay gwen. "T-tama na ford! ...tama na! ...hinding hindi ko kayo mapatatawad lalo ka na!" muli akong bumitaw sa kaniya saka nagpatuloy sa paglalakad habang ang agos ng ulan tuloy tuloy padin. "You're the worse man i've ever met!" in her mind Muling nagsipag patakan ang noo'y nais kong pigilan na mga luha ngunit kusa itong lumalabas at ayaw paawat.

My daughter was born with silver poisoning in her blood—passed down from me—which made it hard for her to sense her wolf, and even harder for her to shift. I worked tirelessly, taking on every job I could, to earn enough money to find a cure for her. One night during a late shift, I saw her. My daughter, dressed like a princess in an elegant, Silverlight-woven gown, sat at a table in a high-end restaurant. With her was my mate—supposedly bedridden and paralyzed—wearing a tailored haute couture suit. Across the table sat the famous she-wolf of our pack, the daughter of a respected elder. They had ordered a lavish dinner, the bill totaling over $500,000. After the meal, I overheard my mate ask our daughter, “You remember how to tell the story, right?” She nodded and replied, “Yes. I’ll tell Mom we were working as werewolf junk collectors all night, collecting waste paper crates, and in the end, we only earned enough to buy half a loaf of bread.” My mate smiled, pleased with the answer. The she-wolf then gifted my daughter an entire collection of newly released moonstone jewelry. Before they left, my mate tipped each waitress $5,000. I stood frozen, tears falling as the truth shattered my heart: my mate—and even my beloved daughter—had been lying to me. Even in dormancy, my wolf mourned. A colleague saw me crying and asked what was wrong. I forced a smile and said, “I’m just happy. I got $5,000 tonight. It would’ve been even better… if it hadn’t come from my mate, the one who’s supposed to be paralyzed and lying in bed.” No one knew what I had sacrificed to be his mate. I waited for an apology. But it never came. So I made my decision. I called my father—the one who had been waiting all these years for me to return as his heir. When I disappeared from their lives, just as they had always secretly wished... That’s when they finally began searching for me across the world.

The day before our mating ceremony, my Alpha mate suddenly demanded I give him five hundred thousand dollars. "You're just an Omega. Even if you're pregnant, you have no right to become the pack's Luna. But our pack is facing a financial crisis right now. We don't have enough weapons or healing supplies. If you can provide funding, the pack might accept a generous Luna who contributes to our survival." To help me, Dad emptied his entire life savings: "I'm old now. Seeing you happy is enough for me. I understand Damon's position as the pack's Alpha. This money—I'll pay it for you." But shortly after the mating ceremony, Dad was sent by my mate to the frontline battlefield to fight rogue wolves. He was severely injured in combat. I couldn't afford the expensive healing herbs he needed. I had no choice Damon Blackwood to help me save my father's life. I never expected his account balance to show only a few dollars! I demanded answers. He accused me of scheming against him and dragged me straight to the pack healer to force an abortion. "You just became Luna and you're already plotting against me? Think having my pup gives you power over me? Let me tell you the truth—I don't lack women willing to bear my children!" I worked every job I could find and borrowed money from everyone I knew. But I still couldn't afford those expensive herbs. The day Dad died, I couldn't even buy him a decent burial plot in the pack cemetery. On my way home from the funeral, I saw Damon with another woman in a luxury jewelry store, selecting expensive pieces. "Turns out all Omegas are the same—always scheming. I thought Sage was different from other women. Didn't realize she was just another gold-digger trying to climb the social ladder by becoming Luna. I guess I lost this bet. Pick any gemstone you want, baby. I'm buying." But when I finally gave up and turned to leave for good, he broke down crying and begged me not to go.