The Day I Walked Away: How Losing Everything Led Me to True Freedom – Page 2

I still remember that night in Quezon City, sitting in the Dela Cruz family’s grand living room under the heavy silence of judgment.

Marco’s mother, Aling Corazon, sat at the center, her gold jewelry glinting under the light. Her voice, calm but cold, cut through the air:

“No need for arguments. Whoever gives birth to a son will stay in the family. If it’s a girl, she can leave.”

For a few seconds, no one moved. I felt every heartbeat like a hammer in my chest.

I looked at Marco, silently begging him to defend me — to say something, anything. But he lowered his head and said nothing.

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