I got divorced at twenty-seven, at a time when everything in my life seemed to have completely collapsed. In Manila, people looked at me like a failed woman: no husband, no child, no family backing me up. Friends became cautious around me. Relatives sighed whenever they saw me. No one said it outright, but I understood… they pitied me. But no one knew that right after I signed those cold divorce papers,I was already carrying his child. His name is Ethan Parker, three years older than me. We had once been…
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