Ronnie Anne Cries

Ako si Anne Villar Tambalos, 25 years old. May nobyo ako for 3 years at may balak na kaming magpakasal. Sya si Conrad Lim, galing sa mayamang angkan sa Bohol. Akala ko ay ito na ang lalaking para sa akin pero hindi pala.  Nahuli ko itong nagmu-mukbang sa talaba ng ibang babae. Labis akong nasaktan dahil dalawang buwan na lang ay kasal namin.  Lahat sama ng loob ay sinabi ko sa'kin ina. Kaya agad akong pinayuhan na mag-move on ako, dahil hindi lang ito lalake sa mundo.  Kahit masakit ay kinailangan kong mag-move on sa kabiguan ng pag-ibig.  Isang araw niyaya nila akong mag-bar upang mabawasan ang sakit na aking nararamdaman. Agad akong sumama dahil naroon naman si Celyn kaya walang dapat ipag-alala.  Hindi ko alam naparami ang nainom namin. Kaya nagawa kong makipag-siping sa isang estrangherong lalake.  "Congratulations, you're 1 week pregnant!" parang bombang sumabog na aking pandinig. Hindi ko akalain magbubunga pala ang isang gabing pinagsaluhan namin estrangherong lalake. Dahil sa takot nagtago ako dala-dala ang aming anak sa aking sinapupunan at umalis patungo sa Maynila kasama ang aking kaibigan.  Masaya sana dahil natakasan ko ang dalawang lalaking naging malaking parte pagbabago sa buhay ko. Pero ang ama aking anak ay syang magiging Boss ko pala. Dahilan upang magkunwari ako na hindi ko ito kilala o nakita man lang.  Siya si Dixon Stanley Floyd, multi- billionaire. Hanggang umeksena ang kanyang ina at pinagbintangan ako ng isang bagay na hindi ginawa. Hindi man lang kasi ako pinagtanggol ni Dixon sa kanyang ina.  Hanggang niluwal ko ang anak namin, na sya namang muling pagpapakita ng aking ex. Humingi ito ng tawad sa kanyang ginawa noong nagtaksil ito sa'kin. Nais itong tumayong ama sa'king anak.  "Hihintayin ko ang sagot mo, babalik ako bukas. Kaya pag-isipan mo ang aking sinabi!" saad nito, saka tuluyang umalis.

When I'm seven years old, my dad turns me in to the Court Judgment of the Born Wicked because of my tendency to vomit. If I'm found guilty, my blood ties with my dad will be forcibly severed. Then, I'll be sent to prison. Everyone claims that Dad is just making a fuss over nothing. "Your daughter is still so young, so it's natural for her to fall ill. As a father, you should be more considerate toward her." But when the evidence is shown, everyone clamps up immediately. There was once when Dad drank so much to the point he suffered from gastric bleeding. The business contract that he managed to convince his client to sign was all soiled because I vomited on him as soon as he got home. Thanks to me, the contract was voided. Dad got fired on the spot. During Bryce Fuller, my older brother's birthday, I vomited onto his birthday cake in front of his classmates. Because of that, Bryce was isolated by all of his classmates. He became so depressed that he tried to slit his wrist in an attempt to take his own life. I'll keep vomiting everywhere, be it at the dining table or on my bed. Dad and Bryce have to clean me up more than 30 times every day. They suffer greatly because of me. What angers everyone the most is that after I'm done vomiting, I'll laugh at everyone in a provocative manner. The judge gives his verdict instantly, claiming that I'm wicked by nature. Bryce's eyes redden immediately. As he cries, he tells me that he can't bear to see me leaving him. I never shed any tears, nor do I throw a tantrum. Instead, I accept the judge's verdict calmly, but with a prerequisite condition that the judge finishes watching my memories. The judge is shocked, to say the least. "We'll have to crack your skull open in order to extract your memories. You'll be in a world of pain. Are you sure about that?" I nod in determination. But Bryce, on the other hand, looks alarmed. "I won't agree to that!"

At the banquet hall, I refuse to let my adopted twin pups eat the walnut cake. Ivana Lamont—the childhood sweetheart of my mate, Luther Hardwick—chokes up dramatically. She cries accusingly, "Yara, they may not be yours biologically, but you can't abuse them! Why won't you even let them have a slice of cake?" I'm just about to explain that the twins are allergic to nuts, but they point at me and complain in aggrieved voices. "Mommy often doesn't give us food. We never have enough to eat!" With that, I'm unceremoniously driven out of the banquet hall by the host. When I go to look for my mate to talk about it, I accidentally overhear his conversation with a friend. "Alpha Luther, it's been eight years. Are you still not going to mark Yara?" "There's no rush. I'll wait until the kids are a little older. We love each other very much, so it's fine even if I don't mark her." His friend responds disapprovingly, "You've been hiding from her that the twins are actually your and Ivana's pups. Aren't you afraid she may leave in anger if she finds out?" Luther shakes his head and replies with certainty, "She won't. Yara is an orphan, so she has no family. If she leaves me, where else can she go?" The ugly truth causes me to freeze on the spot. It turns out the pups I've loved for eight years were born to my mate and another she-wolf. What I thought was a happy life is nothing but a cold, heartless deception! I touch my belly, thinking of the pup I just conceived. My tears fall like a relentless downpour. In the shadows, I say inaudibly, "You're wrong, Luther. In fact, I found my birth parents three days ago. I just haven't had the chance to tell you. But it doesn't matter now because you don't need to know about that anymore." I have Luther sign the mate bond dissolution agreement before finalizing my withdrawal from the Sharp Teeth pack. Two days later, I give both my mate and the pups to Ivana. With the pup that Luther has never known or laid his eyes on, I disappear from his world forever.

My name is Daniella Limebear. In my past life, my long-lost younger sister, Heidi Limebear, returns home. On her very first day back, I hear the faint whispers of her heart: "At the riverside, I saw the other kids learning to swim with their dads… I wish I could join them." The next day, I drive Heidi to the clearest stretch of river in the countryside. I teach her to float and paddle, guiding her hands with mine. Without warning, she lets out a scream and disappears beneath the water. I plunge into the river, fighting against the current to reach her. Suddenly, she clutches my arm and pulls me under. With the last of my strength, I push her toward the shore. Water fills my lungs, and darkness swallows me. Amid the piercing wail of the ambulance siren, Heidi curls into our mother's arms, tears streaking her cheeks. Mom slaps me across the face. In Dad's eyes, there is only utter disappointment. "Heidi has already endured so much while she was gone for ten years! I can't believe you would try to drown her the moment she comes home!" he snaps. I stand frozen, unable to defend myself. Shortly after the incident, a group of troublemakers just outside the school gates corners Heidi. Once again, I "hear" her cries of despair echoing in my mind: "He said if I don't meet him tonight, he'll set our home on fire! Daniella, please save me! You're the only one who can." The moment I arrive at the scene, I'm immediately surrounded by a group of thugs. With cruel, mocking smiles, they close in from all sides. "Don't blame us. Your precious younger sister paid us five thousand dollars to kill you." "She claimed that once you're out of the picture, the billion‑dollar inheritance goes straight to her." Just as I begin to suffocate, I notice Heidi standing not far away. Her face remains perfectly calm and composed. When I open my eyes again, I realize I've returned to the day she was found and brought home. Once more, her inner voice echoes in my ears: "I really want to swim… I wish Daniella would take me."