My name is Katrina. I was once a simple housewife. My husband, Jason, was the only man I ever loved. But his mother, Aling Minda, hated me with all her heart.
The reason? We had been married for three years, and I still hadn’t gotten pregnant.
One night, I came home from the market. I saw my suitcases outside the gate. It was raining heavily. My clothes were soaked.
Standing at the doorway were Aling Minda and Jason. Beside Jason was a woman clinging to his arm—Leny, his ex-girlfriend, who was pregnant.
“Stay away from my son, Katrina!” Aling Minda screamed. “You’re barren! Your womb is useless! Look at Leny—she’s already pregnant with Jason’s child! She’s the one who deserves to be his wife!”
I looked at Jason, begging.
“Jason, please fight for me… Didn’t you promise me?”
Jason just bowed his head.
“Sorry, Kat. Mom wants a grandchild. And… Leny is pregnant. This is the right thing to do.”
They drove me out into the rain. I had no money, nowhere to go, and my heart was completely shattered.
What they didn’t know was that that very night… I was already two weeks pregnant. I was just waiting for Jason’s birthday to surprise him.
But because of what they did, I made a vow: they would never see my children.
FIVE YEARS LATER
I worked hard. With the help of a wealthy aunt who took me in in Davao, I was able to study again and build my own business—Katrina’s Gold & Jewelry, now one of the most popular jewelry brands in the country.
I returned to Manila to enroll my twin sons, Lucas and Liam, at Brentville International School, the most expensive school in the city.
As we walked down the school hallway, my boys looked so handsome in their branded clothes.
“Mommy, look! New playground!” Lucas pointed excitedly.
Suddenly, a little boy ran past and crashed into Liam.
“Ouch!” the boy cried as he fell, dirtying his uniform.
An elderly woman and a man rushed over.
“Hey! Don’t you watch where your kids are going?!” the old woman shouted.
I turned to face them.
My eyes widened.
It was Aling Minda.
And the man with her… Jason.
The boy who fell was the child Jason had with Leny. He looked unkempt, his uniform clearly old and worn. Jason looked stressed and aged beyond his years.
“K-Katrina?” Jason stammered. He looked at me—I was wearing a red dress and diamond earrings, elegant and confident.
His eyes moved to the two boys beside me—Lucas and Liam.
They looked exactly like him. The eyes, the nose… unmistakable. Carbon copies.
Aling Minda stared at the twins. Her face turned pale.
“T-These children…” she pointed with trembling fingers.
“They look just like Jason when he was young… Katrina… are they Jason’s children?”
I smiled sweetly and placed my hands on my sons’ shoulders.
“Hello, Aling Minda. Hello, Jason. Meet Lucas and Liam.”
Aling Minda suddenly rushed forward, trying to hug the children.
“My grandchildren! Oh my God! I have grandchildren! They’re so handsome! They look so rich!”
She chased after them excitedly.
“I’m your grandma! Lucas, Liam! I’m your grandma!”
I quickly stepped in front of her and pushed her hand away.
“Excuse me,” I said coldly. “Who are you?”
“Katrina! I’m Jason’s mother! I’m their grandmother!” Aling Minda insisted.
“I have the right to see my grandchildren!”
I let out a soft laugh.
“Grandchildren? Didn’t you say I was BARREN?”
They froze.
“Didn’t you throw me out into the rain? Didn’t you say my womb was useless? So how could a barren woman give you grandchildren?”
“K-Katrina, please forgive us,” Jason said, stepping closer with tears in his eyes.
“We suffered. Leny left me and abandoned the child. We’re drowning in debt. Please, come back to us. Let’s rebuild our family.”
I looked at him. I looked at his worn-out shoes.
“Rebuild?” I asked.
“I’ve been whole for a long time, Jason. Ever since you disappeared from my life, my life became better.”
Just then, a tall, handsome man in a suit walked over.
It was Atty. Guevarra—my fiancé.
“Hon, is everything okay here?” he asked as he wrapped an arm around me and lifted Liam into his arms.
“Yes, Hon. Just some beggars asking for alms,” I replied, glancing at Jason.
Jason collapsed inside. He saw that the man beside me was more handsome, wealthier, and far more dignified than he ever was.
“Come on, Lucas, Liam,” I called to my sons.
“Bye-bye!” the children waved happily, unaware that the man and woman in front of them were their father and grandmother.
As we walked away, I heard Aling Minda sobbing loudly in the hallway.
“My grandchildren… We could’ve been rich… Katrina!!!”
I didn’t look back.
Revenge isn’t always about anger.
Sometimes, the most painful revenge is letting them see that you are happy and successful—while they suffer from the choices they made.
THE END.
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