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

"Go ahead, tell me what you really want."


I leaned wearily against the wall of the rooftop, letting the night wind mess up my hair.


Lu Fei looked at me like this and finally spoke.


"Our son misses you, and... I miss you too. I hope you can come back. I promise I'll spend the rest of my life making amends."


I let out a mocking laugh, peering at his eyes through the strands of hair that sometimes blocked my sight. Those eyes I had gazed into so lovingly countless times.


"Why do you think I would ever come back? Do I seem that cheap? Is the rest of your life so desirable?"


"Then go find someone who thinks it is, like Mingcan."


Lu Fei knew what I had misunderstood and hurriedly explained.


"Even if not for me, you should for our son. He hasn't called her 'Mom'; he will always be your son."


"If you come back with me, I'll treat Wei Yi like my own daughter."


The person in front of me said self-righteously.


Chapter 20