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Secretly married for seven years to Vivienne, a powerful businesswoman. She doesn't love me, and she certainly doesn't love our two children.
She never allows our kids to call her "Mom".
No matter how hard the children try to win her affection, she remains unmoved.
At the school's parent-teacher conference, both children asked me with hopeful faces:
"Dad, all the other kids have their moms with them. Can we ask Mom to come too?"
To my surprise, the usually cold-hearted woman nodded in agreement.
But on the day of the conference, she showed up with her high school sweetheart and his daughter, who had just returned from overseas.
"Daddy, why is Mom accompanying other kids instead of us? Does she dislike us that much...?" they sobbed.
I held them close, my voice trembling with a mix of pain and helplessness:
"Mom's true love has come back. Should we leave together?"

Seven Years Of Secret Marriage, My Wife Rekindles Her Pure Love

Returning home, Serenity and Harmony were both silent.


My heart ached for them, but I didn't know how to comfort them.


Shortly after, Vivienne suddenly rushed back home. She rummaged through drawers and cabinets in her room, as if looking for something.


I stood nearby, watching her coldly, my heart filled with anger.


When she found what she was looking for and prepared to leave, I couldn't help but ask in a cold voice:


"Don't you have anything to say? Yesterday you promised to attend the parent-teacher conference with Serenity and Harmony, but what were you doing then? Accompanying someone else's children?"


Vivienne paused her steps and said to me casually:


Just as I was about to lose my temper, Serenity suddenly ran out of her room, crying loudly: "Mom......"


Serenity seemed frightened by her, shrinking back in terror.


Vivienne's hand rested on the car door. She looked at Serenity silently for a moment, then said to me:


"Fintan and Faye just got back. They're not familiar with the area, so I'm going to keep them company today. You take the two kids and get some rest early!" With a heavy sigh, she turned and got back in the car, speeding away in a cloud of dust.


I watched the car disappear into the distance, closing my eyes in resignation.


It seemed my decision to leave was the right one after all.


As night fell, I pushed through my exhaustion to put the two children to bed.


Serenity and Harmony lay in bed with their eyes wide open, as if something was troubling them.


Suddenly, Harmony asked in a small voice, "Dad, do we really have to leave Auntie?"


Serenity sat up too, grabbing my hand and saying:


"Dad, we don't want to leave Mom. Can't we give her one more chance? The day after tomorrow is our birthday. If Mom can celebrate with us, can we stay? Please?"


Serenity's voice quivered with tears, her young face full of hope for her mother.


Looking at them, I couldn't contain the pain in my heart. My nails dug deep into my palms.


After a moment's hesitation, I nodded firmly.


Once the children were settled, I went back to the guest room and opened my laptop to begin drafting the divorce papers.


Each keystroke felt like the final punctuation mark on this shattered marriage. I picked up my phone and sent a message to Vivienne, who was with Fintan and his daughter: "You upset the kids at yesterday's parent-teacher conference. It's their birthday the day after tomorrow. Can you spend some quality time with them?"


After sending the message, I clutched my phone tightly, silently praying she would agree.


After a long while, my phone screen lit up.


It was a chat notification from Vivienne.


She had replied with just one word: "Okay."


The next day, when the two children learned about this, the gloom that had settled after the parent-teacher conference instantly lifted. Their faces beamed with happy smiles.


Serenity jumped up excitedly and suggested cheerfully:


All day long, both children were filled with joy, eagerly anticipating their birthday tomorrow.


Chapter 3