Elara Cross

In the fourth year of my marriage to Lu Fei,
my son said to me, "You are just a blood bag for me and dad."
He said, "I don't want you to be my mom, I want Aunt Mingcan to be my mom!"
Looking at Mingcan's fair neck, I finally understood everything.
He stabbed my neck without hesitation to draw blood,
but he exercised utmost restraint with that woman.
I suddenly realized everything and dropped the divorce papers.
Lu Fei threatened me, "If you walk out of this door, don't expect to see your son again."
"I couldn't wish for anything better."

Father and Son Chasing Wife Together

No matter how much Lu Zhiming cried or fussed that day, I didn't let him go out.


The scent of her perfume, I could smell it every time Lu Fei sucked blood.


I looked at her white neck, and the word Lu Zhiming blurted out echoed in my mind.


When Lu Zhiming saw Mingcan had arrived, he ran down from upstairs thudding, and threw himself into her arms, acting spoiled.


"Aunt Mingcan, this woman is so bad, she won't let me see you. Can you be my mom?"


His innocent tone pierced my heart like a sharp sword.


This is my son, the son I bore for ten months.


Chapter 5