Walang Tayo Lyrics Flow G

"It's my mother's 60th birthday today, but you brought home your first love, and you're asking for a divorce? Couldn't you have waited just one more day?" "Nope!" "Fine. I agree to the divorce. From this day onward, we no longer have anything to do with each other!" After the divorce, a beautiful CEO, a superstar diva, and even a princess all begin making their moves. After the divorce, I stand unrivaled as an expert in both medicine and martial arts, my power and influence unmatched. After the divorce, your family falls apart, losing everything. I know your heart is breaking, and regret is eating you alive, but why are you sobbing at my feet now?

I, Daphne Thorn, am an impoverished woman from the slums. William Blackburn, on the other hand, is the son of the richest man in Wylland. Unexpectedly, the two of us who share such vastly different identities end up being together. So far, we've tried out various difficult positions in our bouts of passion during our secret rendezvouses in secluded areas. Like the madman he is, William often torments me in every session. I'm so exhausted that I'm about to fall asleep. That's when a notification pops up on William's phone, which is sitting next to me. So, I take a peek at it. "William, my stomach hurts a lot! I'm suffering so much right now!" It's a text from someone named "Ellie". All the exhaustion in me disappears. I can feel my chest tightening up in discomfort. Once William is done with his shower, he leaves the bathroom and picks up his phone. "You should sleep first. I'm heading out," he says. When I see William turning his back on me, I blurt out, "Are you going to meet that childhood sweetheart of yours?" William wheels around to look at me. Suddenly, he moves to lift my chin. There is a trace of wariness in his eyes. "Don't go around sticking your nose in my business, Daphne. I like my woman docile and obedient." But I end up stalking William all the way to Royale Hotel, where I witness him visiting Elaine Moore, his childhood sweetheart. He coaxes her as though she's the most precious treasure in the world. I don't have the courage to question William in person. But still, I want to know who he thinks is more important to him—me or Elaine? So, I give him a call. "William, my gastritis is acting up again! It hurts so much! Can you drive me to the hospital?" I said. I use the same tactic that Elaine had used earlier. That night, I keep waiting for William, and yet he never returns to me. That's when I decide to not love him anymore.

A burglar breaks into our home, taking my mother-in-law and me captive. He stabs my mother-in-law's eyes, blinding her. Then, he slices her tongue and strips her, even putting on a live stream to air the whole thing. He claims that he'll auction my mother-in-law's organs if we can't pay the ransom of ten million dollars. The live stream infuriates the Internet, and everyone starts searching for my husband, the city's wealthiest man. No one knows he's on a luxury cruise ship, holding an engagement ceremony with his childhood friend. He snarls, "What a dumb excuse to trick me out of my money! I'll burn the money for them when they're dead!"

I have been married to Andrew Connolly for four years, but whenever his gaze meets mine, there is no recognition at all. Even my voice doesn't register. He remembers everyone around him, yet the one person he never remembers is that I am his wife. If I put on a hat, he asks who I am. When I tie my hair up, he assumes I am a new hire at his company. To help him remember, I repeat the same outfit, the same makeup, the same hairstyle. Still, despite my daily presence, he treats me like a stranger. I tell myself Andrew is simply buried in work, that the neglect is accidental, right up until a concert night. I watch him cut through the crowd and embrace his first love, whom he has not seen in years. When the stage suddenly collapses, I seize his arm and beg, "Honey, please save me." Andrew shoves me away, his voice flat and cold. "You're not my wife. My wife is at home." I am crushed beneath the falling debris. Choking on blood, I can only watch as Andrew rescues his first love and walks away. That is when I realize it's not that he can't remember me, he just doesn't love me. The bodyguards drag me out of the wreckage. Later, I spend a month confined to bed with serious injuries. While I am in the hospital, I get a photo of Andrew kissing his first love. The blows land one after another and mercilessly jerk me awake. I am done with love, and I am done with him!

“I will agree to whatever you want, Ms. Aragon. I will give you a million, but in return, you'll be my mistress and partner in bed...” Hindi kaagad nakahuma si Lalaine sa sinabing iyon ng lalaki. Paano mangyayari ang gusto nitong maging kabit siya gayong kasal sila? “P-Pero kasal tayo, hindi ba?” naguguluhang tanong naman ni Lalaine na may munting kirot sa puso. “Sa papel lang tayo kasal, Ms. Aragon,” sagot naman ni Knives na bakas ang iritasyon sa tinig. “Hindi ko na uulitin ang tanong. Ano ang sagot mo?” malamig pa tanong sa babae. Dahil wala nang pagpipilian pa ay sumagot si Lalaine kahit labag sa kanyang kalooban, “S-Sige, pumapayag ako...” Si Knives Dawson, ang pinakamayamang businessman sa buong Luzon ay palihim na ikinasal sa isang ulilang dalaga na si Lalaine Aragon. Napilitan lang na magpakasal ang dalawa sa isa't-isa dahil sa kagustuhan ng kanilang mga minamahal na lola. May mamagitan kayang pagmamahal sa dalawang taong langit at lupa ang agwat ng katayuan sa buhay? Paano kapag nalaman ni Lalaine na mahal pa pala ng lalaki ang first love nito at nakatakda nang magpakasal ang dalawa. Ipaglalaban ba niya ang kanyang karapatan bilang asawa gayong alam niyang walang pagmamahal si Knives para sa kan'ya?

Nagsimula ang lahat sa isang taya, isang pustahan na ginawa ni Stanford Guzman sa kanyang dating kasintahan, isang pustahan na nagpapahintulot kay Veronica Montenegro na pakasalan ang kanyang lihim na pag-ibig. Naisip ni Stanford na palagi siyang mananalo ngunit hindi inaasahan, na ang pagkawala ni Veronica ang magiging pinakamalaking pagsisisi niya. Nakahiga pa rin ako sa kama, hubo't hubad, na may mga marka sa buong katawan ko, nang binitawan niya ang malamig na mga salitang iyon, "Melissa Johnson is back. I want a divorce." Nagulat ako kung gaano siya ka-callus. Hindi ko pa nasasabi sa kanya ang tungkol sa pagbubuntis ko. Ano ang dapat kong gawin ngayon? Makakalimutan ba niya si Melissa at ipagpapatuloy ang kasal na ito kung sasabihin ko sa kanya? "Malinaw na nakasaad sa kontrata na maaari nating tapusin ang kasal na ito kung hindi tayo magmamahalan sa isa't isa sa loob ng isang taon. Hindi kita mahal, Veronica. You failed to win my heart." Walang emosyon niyang sinabi ang mga salitang iyon, nakatingin sa mga mata ko. Naiintindihan ko na hinding-hindi ko mapapalitan si Melissa sa puso niya, kaya nagpasiya akong ilihim sa kanya ang pagbubuntis ko. "Maghiwalay na tayo," sabi ko Naisip ni Veronica na mabubuhay siya nang masaya kasama ang kanyang sanggol na malayo kay Stanford at sa kanyang malamig at walang pusong mundo. Ngunit gumawa na ng ibang plano ang tadhana para sa kanya. Sa huli ay tumawid siya sa kanyang landas. "Naglakas-loob kang itago sa akin ang anak ko. Ngayon humanda ka sa mga kahihinatnan." Nang muling lumitaw si Stanford sa buhay ni Veronica, naging buhawi ng kaguluhan ang lahat. Paano niya ilalayo ang kanyang sarili at ang kanyang anak sa kanya? Maililigtas kaya niya ang sarili na hindi na muling masaktan?

Ang mga magulang ko ay dinala ako sa korte para makuha ang puso ko at maligtas ang ampon na kapatid kong babae. Ang judge ay gumamit ng advanced technology upang ma-extract ang aming mga alaala. Ang jury ng 100-katao ang magdedesisyon ng hatol. Kung ang mga magulang ko ang mananalo sa kaso, ang mga laman-loob ko ay mapupunta sa kanila. Sa tingin nila ay hindi ako magpapakita sa trial dahil sa tingin nila ay masamang tao ako. Gayunpaman, ang lahat ay napuno ng luha nang makita nila ang mga alala at ang katotohanan ng nangyari!

My husband has azoospermia. After trying all the options available, I finally conceived. However, my husband is worried my child will hurt his first love's feelings—she had a miscarriage. He tricks me into going for a prenatal checkup. In truth, he conspires with a doctor to induce labor when I'm only five months along. He says, "You must be the one with the problem. Why else is it so hard for us to have children? The baby won't be healthy even if it's born! We can have more children when you're healthier. Julie has just had a miscarriage; I don't want to aggravate her." He doesn't know he has azoospermia. I only managed to conceive this child after trying out IVF countless times and taking countless folk remedies. He will never have a child of his own in this lifetime, and I discover his true colors. I ask for a divorce, and that's when he loses his mind.

Because I saved my husband during a car accident, I lost my eyesight. He wept, promising to treat me well for the rest of our lives to repay my sacrifice. I cooperated with the treatment wholeheartedly, hoping for a full recovery. But on the day I finally regained my sight, I stumbled upon something that shattered my world. In our marital home, his first love lay beneath him, her flushed face betraying the passion of the moment. Their bodies intertwined, and the air around them thick with stifled moans—a vivid tableau of infidelity. "She's just a blind woman. Why haven't you divorced her yet?" the woman murmured impatiently, her voice laced with disdain as she moved against him. My husband, immersed in pleasure, still mumbled an excuse. "My love, just a little longer. Soon, we'll be together openly…" I turned and left without a word, pretending I had seen nothing. As I walked away, I remembered the witch's sacrificial ritual in the misty forest—only a few days away. My husband's betrayal cut deep, carving wounds I couldn't ignore. I made up my mind to return to the forest, to embrace my identity as a witch once more, and to sever all ties with him. Yet, after I disappeared, word reached me that he was searching for me everywhere like a madman. Rumor had it he had completely lost his mind.

Every week, mt mate Alpha Bruce dragged a new side-chick into our bed. Right in front of me. They clawed at each other like I didn't exist. Each time felt like silver shredding through my chest, my wolf howling from the inside out. He did it to hurt me. On purpose. Over and over. Using their bodies to spit on what we used to be. Then came our ten-year anniversary banquet. He waltzed in with his side-piece—Moye. Five years he'd been screwing her. She wore my heels. My custom gown. Even the mate ring and necklace I once thought meant forever. Bruce stood there, smirking in front of the whole pack. "Don't like what she's wearing? Strip yours and hand it over. And don't bother coming to my bed tonight—she's a hundred times better." The room howled with laughter. I was the punchline. But I stood up, met his eyes, and said, "I want to break the bond." He snorted. "You've said that, what, a hundred times? I'm over it. You begged me to mark you, remember? Gave up your pride for that Luna crown." More laughter. But what none of them saw coming? This time, I was done. Done with him. Done with the Luna title. Done chasing something dead. I was ready to sever the mate bond—for real.