DIVORCE PAPERS GIVEN TO NEWLY GIVEN WIFE BECAUSE SHE WAS “IN HARD WORK” — BUT MOTHER-IN-LAW TURNED PALE AND HANGED WHEN THE HOSPITAL OWNER GREETED HER AND CALLED HER “MADAM CHAIRMAN”
Mira had just given birth in a public ward of the hospital. She was very tired, pale, and almost powerless. She was hugging her baby boy.

She was alone. Her husband Jason did not show up for her delivery.

While Mira was putting the crying baby to sleep, the door to the ward suddenly burst open.

Donya Pacita (her poor mother-in-law) and Jason entered. But they were not the only ones. A woman covered in jewelry and heavily made-up was clinging to Jason’s arm—Tiffany, Jason’s childhood friend from a wealthy family.

“Jason…” Mira called softly. “Here you are. Look at our child…”

Jason didn’t look at the child. He just bowed.

Donya Pacita came over and placed a thick document on Mira’s bed.

“Don’t act like that, Mira,” Pacita said firmly. “We didn’t come here to look at that child. We came to give it to you.”

Mira looked at the paper. ANNULMENT PAPERS (and waiver of custody).

“Ma… Jason… what does this mean?” Mira asked tremblingly. “I’m just having a baby…”

“We know,” Tiffany replied, raising her eyebrows. “That’s why we’re giving it to you now to make it clear. Mira, look at you. You are poor. You have no money. You have no job. You’re just a burden to Jason.”

“I’m going to divorce you, Mira,” Jason said, unable to look her straight in the eye. “Tiffany is pregnant too. And… she could be more helpful to Mama’s business. You? You can’t help.”

“Jason, you promised!” Mira cried. “You said, through thick and thin! I pretended to be okay even though we had no money, I accepted your mother’s oppression!”

“We don’t care about your drama!” Pacita shouted. “Sign it! Give us the child because you can’t raise it. Then, get out of our lives! You worthless son-in-law! Abandon!”

“Sign it, Mira,” Tiffany added, handing over a ballpoint pen. “Just accept that you lost. I’m the rich one. I’m the winner. Go back to being your trash.”

Mira stopped crying.

She wiped her tears. She stared at the sleeping baby. Then, she looked at Jason, Tiffany, and Donya Pacita.

“Are you sure about this?” Mira asked. Her voice suddenly became calm and cold.

“Yes! Hurry up!” Pacita shouted.

Mira took the pen. She signed the paper.

“Okay,” Mira said. “But the child… will come with me. I will not leave my child with people who look like money.”

“What—” Pacita was about to slap Mira.

Suddenly the door to the ward opened.

It didn’t just open. The Hospital Director and four men in black suits and with earpieces (Bodyguards) entered.

Pacita was surprised. “Director Tan? What are you doing here in the ward of the poor?”

Director Tan ignored Pacita. He went straight to Mira.

The Director bowed deeply.

“Good morning, Madam Chairman,” the Director greeted with fear and respect. “Sorry if we just arrived. Your Daddy’s convoy got stuck in traffic.”

Jason was stunned. Chairman? Daddy?

“What’s going on here?” Tiffany asked. “Who are you calling Chairman? That woman?”

One of the bodyguards turned to Tiffany. “Watch your mouth. You are speaking to Ms. Mirasol Villareal. The sole heiress of the Villareal Conglomerate.”

Donya Pacita’s jaw dropped.

Villareal?! The family that owns the largest banks, malls, and airlines in the country?! The family that is richer than the government?!

“M-Mira?” Jason stammered. “V-You are Villareal?”

Mira slowly got up. The nurses were supporting her.

“Yes, Jason,” Mira said. “I ran away from us because I wanted to find a man who would love me not because of my money, but because of who I am. I thought it was you. But I have proven today… that you are just a piece of trash looking for gold.”

Mira turned to Tiffany.

“You said you were rich, Tiffany? Your father’s company… didn’t you owe 500 Million to the bank?”

Tiffany turned pale. “W-How did you know?”

“Because you owed money to my bank,” Mira smiled. “And because of what you did today… I will call the Board. I will call the loan immediately. Prepare to suffer.”

He turned to Donya Pacita, who was about to faint.

“And you, Donya Pacita. You called me a vagrant? The hospital you are building now… I bought it just yesterday. So technically, I own the land you are stepping on.”

“Guard!” Mira called.

“Yes, Madam!”

“Get these three out. Ban them from all Villareal properties. From malls, from hotels, from hospitals. They won’t get any help anywhere.”

“Mira! I am your wife! I love you! I just made a mistake!” Jason knelt down, holding Mira’s leg. “Forgive me! For our child!”

Mira kicked Jason’s hand.

“I have signed the Annulment, Jason. I no longer have a husband. And my child? He doesn’t need a cowardly, money-seeking father.”

The security guards entered and dragged Jason, Pacita, and Tiffany out. Their screams and cries could be heard throughout the hallway as people stared.

Mira and her baby boarded the waiting limousine outside, greeted by her father, Don Fernando.

The three were left outside the hospital—rain, no umbrellas, and they knew their luxurious lives were over. They learned in the end: Don’t oppress a quiet person, because the person you call “worthless” might be the one who holds your future.