Perron Family

War is the hardest hours to fall in love in any humans life. Sora is a Japanese immigrant who falls in love with a foreigner, Jon. He leaves his country home but his love life is cut short when Jon dies serving his country and worst, Sora is pregnant.Sora has given up all hope to find love so he focuses on his family which includes his mother-in-law and his son.He has yet another package coming when a man of the hour, pops into his life and changes his way of living.Will Sora get the happiness he deserves or will fate keep playing games with him?

Since his childhood, Vicky skillfully navigated intricate family dynamics and romantic relationships with people of all ages. He held a steadfast belief that every problem had a solution, and his experiences had only reinforced this conviction. However, he learned to discern when to offer advice, recognizing that some individuals are too stubborn to listen. While his journeys taught him valuable lessons, he remained unwavering in his commitment to his principles and values. Vicky's ultimate goal was to bring joy and relief to others, but he often found himself torn between conflicting desires. Throughout his life's adventures, he remained a loyal companion, always striving to support and empower those around him, regardless of gender. Even when others sought to exploit his kindness, expertise, and experiences, he remained steadfast, refusing to compromise his values. His insatiable curiosity sometimes led him into unavoidable challenges and problems, but ultimately, his lifetime achievements became a beacon of inspiration for others, a testament to his unwavering dedication to his principles and his unrelenting pursuit of joy. His life's purpose was dedicated to the serive of humanity, the core of his being.

I died on the day I won the Global Medical Doctorate Award. Fresh from celebrating the sixteenth birthday of my younger sister, my parents, brother, and my fiancé finally returned home, but it was three hours after my death. My family photos were beaming with happiness on social media, while I laid in the suffocating basement drenched in blood. Before I died, I had struggled to slide my tongue across my phone screen in a desperate attempt to call for help. My parents and brother had blocked my number. Only my fiancé answered my call. The moment his voice came through, he snapped, "Winona, Winnie's sixteenth birthday is important. Stop trying to hijack attention with your pathetic excuses. Enough with the theatrics!" It murdered my last spark of survival. In that electronic death rattle, my heart flatlined. The 100th time they chose her. The 100th time they abandoned me for her. But it was also the last time. They thought I had ran way to get their attention again, and that if they taught me a harsh lesson, I would come crawling back pathetically. But not this time. Because I didn't leave home. I had been lying in the basement of my house.

On Father's Day, I received a heartwarming gift. My one-year-old son called me Dad for the first time. But moments later, he convulsed, foamed at the mouth, and died before we could reach the hospital. My wife was shattered, and I was devastated. The doctors couldn't identify the cause of his death. Three years later, my wife emerged from her grief, and we welcomed our second child. But the moment this child called me Dad, they, too, died instantly. To spare her further pain, I suggested adoption. Yet, even our adopted children met the same fate. Unable to bear the losses, my wife divorced me. Everyone said I was cursed, never meant to be a father. Defiant, I remarried and had another child, vowing never to let them call me Dad. For years, we adhered to this rule. But when our daughter turned four, she came home from preschool, eager to celebrate Father's Day. Holding a card, she read aloud, "Dad."

Lindsey Johnson asks her fiance's true love, Stephanie Sullivan, to repay her debt. The next day, Jacob Whitaker throws at her a ledger that she had never seen before. Every single expense from their five-year relationship is recorded inside. From small things like two-dollar ice cream to the expensive items like the luxury bags he gave her. Even the costs of hotel stays and condoms are recorded in the ledger. "I'll split half the hotel bills with you. After deducting the 100 grand Stephie owes you, you still owe me 2.08 million. You have one month to transfer the month to my account."

When my son was born, I noticed a small, round birthmark on his arm. But the weird thing? By the time I opened my eyes again after giving birth, it was gone. I figured maybe I'd imagined it. That is, until the baby shower. My brother-in-law's son, born the same day as mine, had the exact same birthmark. Clear as day. That's when it hit me. I didn't say a word, though. Not then. I waited. Eighteen years later, at my son's college acceptance party, my brother-in-law stood up and dropped the truth bomb: the "amazing" kid I'd raised was theirs. I just smiled and invited him and his wife to take their "rightful" seats at the table.

After the birth of our daughter, my husband left for a dangerous mission. My in-laws' initial joy soured, and they regarded my baby with disdain. Maria, my mother-in-law, was particularly scornful. In a rare show of familial love, my father-in-law Lincoln took my daughter out for a playdate. I thought he had finally grown fond of her, only for him to strike me the moment he returned. "How dare you betray my son! I'll kill you!" "Yes! Beat that loose woman to death together with that brat!" Shifting my gaze from the report on the floor to my furious father-in-law, I pulled out several photos—my naked mother-in-law Maria, caught with another man. "Let's see who the real loose woman is!"

Ang aking asawa ay isang air traffic controller. Sa aming mga nakaraang buhay, ang aking anak na babae ay inatake sa puso nang ang flight na aming sinasakyan ay humarap sa isang bagyo. Nakipag-ugnayan ako sa aking asawa sa control tower para maghanda ng priority landing. Kasabay nito, bumagsak ang kabilang flight na sinasakyan ng soul mate ng asawa ko matapos tamaan ng kidlat. Ang aking asawa ay kumilos nang normal pagkatapos ng insidenteng iyon. Gayunpaman, nang maglaon sa kaarawan ng aking anak na babae, ikinulong niya ang aking anak na babae at ako sa bahay, at kami ay sinunog hanggang sa mamatay. "Kung hindi ka nagrequest ng priority landing, hindi sana bumagsak ang flight ni Kelly! Sa tingin ko ay wala namang problema sa anak mong babae. Ginawwa mo lang yun dahil sa selos mo para kay Kelly, ikaw ang rason ng pagkamatay ng ilang daang mga inosenteng buhay.” Ang aking anak na babae at ako ay hindi nakatakas, kami ay namatay nang kakila-kilabot. Sa susunod na pagmulat ko ng aking mga mata, bumalik ako sa araw na ang aking anak na babae ay inaatake muli sa puso. Sa pagkakataong ito, tuluyan nang nadiskonekta ng asawa ko ang tawag ko sa control tower. Gayunpaman, nang malaman niyang namatay ang aming anak na babae dahil sa atake sa puso, nabaliw siya.

After years of living abroad without children, I decided to return home to handle my inheritance matters. However, before I could step into my house, I was stopped by a group of people at the entrance. The woman leading the group pointed at me and started screaming. "I can't believe someone as young as you is seducing a man old enough to be your father! How disgusting can you be?" I watched her, noticing how much she resembled my older brother, and I was shaking with rage. They pulled out my fingernails, broke my ribs, and slashed my face, dragging me around the neighborhood as I begged for mercy. Yet, they remained indifferent to my pleas. Just as I was on the verge of losing hope, my brother, Edward Grange rushed over.  Through a mouthful of blood, I managed to choke out, "Ed, I’d rather die than let her inherit my inheritance…”

My husband was an air traffic controller. In our past lives, my daughter had a heart attack when the flight we were in faced a thunderstorm. I contacted my husband at the control tower to arrange for priority landing. At the same time, the other flight that my husband's soul mate was in crashed after being struck by lightning. My husband acted normal after that incident. However, later on my daughter's birthday, he locked my daughter and I in the house, and we were burned to death. "If you hadn't asked for priority landing, Kelly's flight would not have crashed! I don't think there is anything wrong with your daughter. You only did that out of your jealousy for Kelly, you caused the death of a few hundred innocent lives." My daughter and I did not manage to escape, we died horribly. The next time I opened my eyes, I returned to the day when my daughter was having a heart attack again. This time, my husband disconnected my call to the control tower completely. However, when he learnt that our daughter had died from a heart attack, he went crazy.