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

Lu Zhiming cried and made a fuss about wanting to find Wei Jia.


I kept my promise and had the bodyguards at home keep an eye on him.


I couldn't do something that would make the bodyguards watch me to prevent me from looking for Wei Jia.


Even though I often needed to drink myself into a stupor.


It had to be a stupor, the kind that leaves me unconscious.


Otherwise, as long as I had the slightest energy, I would instinctively go looking for her.


Wei Jia was right; there's no one you can't live without.


Even if I was living like a walking corpse.


A half-grown kid who hadn't cried since he was ten.


Crying as he ran back after sneaking out.


"Mom really doesn't want us anymore, boohoo."


"She... she's married someone else, she has a new family..."


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