“YOU WILL NEVER HAVE A CHILD BECAUSE YOU’RE BARE!” my mother-in-law screamed, throwing my things into the street.
Five years later, we met again at a private school, and when she saw my twins, she suddenly knelt down and tried to hug them.
My name is Katrina. I used to be an ordinary housewife, married to the only man I ever loved—Jason.
But his mother, Aling Minda, held me in deep hatred because, after three years of marriage, I still hadn’t conceived.
One stormy night, I returned home to find my suitcases abandoned by the door.
Jason stood in the doorway with Aling Minda, and a pregnant woman—Leny, his ex-girlfriend—was hugging him.
“Stay away from my son, Katrina! You’re barren!” Aling Minda screamed. “Leny deserves to be his wife!”
I begged Jason to side with me, but he just hung his head: “Mommy wants a grandchild… and Leny’s pregnant. It’s the only right decision.”
They threw me out into the rain. Little did they know, I’d already been pregnant for two weeks, waiting to surprise Jason.
That evening, I vowed: they would never see my children. Five years later
Thanks to the support of a wealthy aunt in Davao, I rebuilt my life.
My jewelry brand—Katrina’s Gold & Jewelry—was a national success.
I returned to Manila to enroll my twins, Lucas and Liam, in the most prestigious school in the city.
Walking through the halls, a boy bumped into Liam, spilling dirt on his uniform. I looked up and froze.
It was Aling Minda, and beside her was Jason, looking tired and worn. The boy lying on the ground was Lena's son.
Jason's eyes widened as he noticed my red dress, my confident stance, and—most of all—my twins. They were his reflection.
"They… they look like Jason," Aling Minda stammered. "Are they his children?"
I smiled. "Meet Lucas and Liam."
She rushed to them, arms outstretched. "My grandchildren! They're beautiful!"
I stepped between them. "Excuse me, who are you?"
"Katrina, I'm Jason's mother!" she insisted. "I have a right to see them!"
I laughed softly. "Right? Didn't she call me barren? Didn't she throw me out in the rain? And here are my children—your grandchildren."
Jason's eyes filled with tears. "Please, Katrina… we suffered. Lena's gone, we're in debt. Come back and rebuild our lives with us."
I looked at him, at his worn-out shoes. "Rebuild? I've been whole for years. My life is better without you."
At that moment, my fiancé, the tall and handsome lawyer Guevarra, approached, put his arm around me, and lifted Liam into his arms.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
For the first time in years, I felt completely untouchable. "Yes, honey. Just a few beggars asking for alms," I said, glancing at Jason.
He froze, realizing that the man next to me was handsomer, richer, and far more respectable than he had ever been.
"Come on, Lucas, Liam," I called.
"Bye-bye!" my sons waved, unaware that their father and grandmother were standing before them.
As we walked away, Aling Mindy's sobs echoed down the hall: "My grandchildren... We could have been rich... Katrina!!!"
I didn't look back. Revenge isn't always about anger.
Sometimes the cruelest justice is letting them see your happiness while they suffer the consequences of their choices.
