All Chapters of ONE REBELLIOUS NIGHT (ENGLISH VERSION): Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

“Happy birthday, Kalix…” I whispered softly, my voice hoarse from fever.Six years had passed. My baby was now five years old.We celebrated in our small apartment, just the two of us. I had a fever, but that didn’t stop me from cooking for him. I even managed to bake a small cake.Kalix’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he blew out the candle. The tiny flame disappeared in an instant, and he clapped his hands, eager to dig into his chocolate cake. He carefully removed the candle, his small fingers working with precision.“Mommy, you should eat, too!” he chirped, turning to me with his wide, innocent eyes.I smiled. “Thank you, Kalix! Mommy would love some.”Seeing him happy made all the struggles worth it.For years, I had devoted myself entirely to him. I had worked hard to become the best mother I could be, to learn how to love in a way I had never experienced myself. And Kalix… he was my everything. The love he gave me was enough. Seeing him thrive, content with just the two of u

Grandma nodded, her eyes lingering on Kalix as he happily slurped his pasta. I knew she had questions—so many questions—but she held them back.She was alone now. Grandpa had passed away years ago, leaving her in the care of the housemaids. Seeing her now, I realized just how much I had missed her.“Granny, do you know where my father is?”My heart stopped.I was in the middle of washing the dishes when Kalix’s voice cut through the silence. I turned my head sharply, my hands frozen under the running water.Grandma met my eyes across the room, her expression unreadable.“Kalix, go to our room first, okay? Grandma and I just need to talk,” I said, forcing a calm tone as I put away his toys.Kalix looked at me curiously but, thankfully, didn’t ask questions. He simply nodded and trotted to the room.The moment he was gone, Grandma’s gaze sharpened.“Does he not know who his father is, hija?” she asked, lowering her voice. “Why? Is that why you disappeared for so many years?”I exhaled s

I took a taxi to my condo. Since we were still in the Philippines, we were going to live there temporarily. We couldn’t stay at Grandma’s house because I would run into Daddy whenever he visited. I had already decided to cut ties with them as my family.I was going to start over on my own. I would find a job. I would raise Kalix by myself. There was nothing wrong with being a single mother. Many single mothers had built successful lives despite facing hardships alone.“Are you okay, Mommy? Was that your family? They’re all bad people! I don’t like them!”I nodded and pinched my son’s cheek. “I don’t like them either, but I had no choice. They’re my family. Mommy is tired of them, Kal. Just don’t think about them. If they don’t want you, we won’t force them.”“I have you, Mommy. You’re my only family. I won’t leave you.” Kalix hugged me tightly.“Thank you so much, Kal,” I whispered.I held him close until we reached my condo. Nothing had changed. The surroundings were clean, and my ol

When I was sure we were far enough away, I let Kalix down. I made him sit on a bench near the Food House so I could fix his shoelaces. I also wiped the sweat off his forehead.“Mommy, that’s your sister’s friend, right?”I froze for a moment and looked at Kalix. “I’m not sure. Why?” I dusted some powder onto his back.“I forgot to ask him if they’re dating or not. If he’s single, I think he’ll like you. You can date—”“Kalix, let’s not talk about that.” I cut him off gently. “He’s with your Tita Cecile, okay? And we both hate them—”“But that doesn’t mean we have to hate him too, Mom. I think he’s kind.” Kalix’s eyes were still shining with curiosity.I took a deep breath and didn’t say anything. I knew he was eager to have a father. He never asked me directly, but I saw it in the way he looked at other families during family day in Portugal. I saw it on his fifth birthday when he watched other kids with their fathers, unable to hide his longing.But I couldn’t give him a complete and

I locked myself in my room and scrolled through his messages, my hands trembling. I wanted to find his first message—the one that started it all.When I did, it felt like a needle piercing my heart.“Day 1. I survived.”It was sent exactly one month after I gave birth to Kalix. That was one year ago.“Day 7. I miss you.”“Day 14. Please, come back.”“Day 30. Caroline, I want to hug you.”I exhaled shakily as I kept scrolling. Message after message, day after day—he had written to me every single day.I hadn’t even realized my tears were falling until they blurred my vision.“Day 700. I’m about to lose hope that you’ll ever come back to me.”I wiped my tears, but my chest ached as I read through everything. It was as if he had turned my inbox into a daily diary—updating me on his life, even without a response.That’s how I found out he had graduated from college.That he had gone back to finish his studies after dropping out in his second year.That his marriage to Monica didn’t work o