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

When I was trying to name Lu Zhiming, I thought about it for a long time.


When I asked Lu Fei, he quietly mumbled a name: Lu Zhiming.


Even though the voice was very soft, I still heard it.


I thought the name was beautiful, so I said let's go with this name.


When Lu Fei heard me say that, for once his face showed a rare look of confusion and reluctance.


But in the end, he said nothing and agreed to the name.


It wasn't until the day of the divorce that I understood the meaning of the name.


I had never felt so disgusted by the person next to me.


Chapter 10