Chapter 4Killed by My Own Son, I Get a Second Chance

Mark smirked cruelly. "Take the girl and get out, and I'll sign."

I said, "Fine, I'll take her. But you need to give me some financial compensation. How else am I supposed to raise her?"

Perhaps afraid I'd drag things out, Mark didn't hesitate much. He actually gave me a sum of money.

"Okay," I said. "From now on, if Kevin needs anything, you can't come to me. Likewise, even if we end up begging on the streets, we will never come to you."

"You remember what you said."

Mark quickly signed the agreement, his fat trembling slightly. "Remember! Don't come crawling back, even if you're begging!"

"The same goes for you and your son," I shot back.

My wonderful son sneered at me, "Just get lost already! Once you're gone, Dad can take me to buy that game console."

Brenda stood by, putting on a show of trying to reconcile us. "Oh dear, why divorce? Surely you can work things out?"

I gave her a cold, knowing look.

In my past life, when I was heavily pregnant with my second child and started hemorrhaging, I called Mark to take me to the hospital.

He said he was busy, told me to take a taxi.

But then I saw Brenda's social media post. A familiar pair of hands, a familiar watch.

That night, I was alone in the hospital fighting for my life. Because they couldn't reach him, my parents had to come and sign the consent forms for surgery.

Afterward, Brenda came to visit me in the hospital.

She gushed about the diamond necklace her "boyfriend" had given her that night, how he took her shopping, bought her designer bags, how they embraced on a bed covered in heart-shaped rose petals...

For the sake of the children, I chose to play deaf and dumb.

In public, I forced a smile.

Behind closed doors, I cried constantly. The resentment festered inside me, unresolved. My daughter never even got a drop of breast milk because of the stress.

I had failed my daughter.

My husband and my best friend had been together for ages. My precious son thought Brenda would treat him well.

He didn't understand. Brenda was spoiling him rotten, setting him up for failure! He wasn't her flesh and blood. Whether he became obese or terminally ill, what did it matter to her?

As for Mark, that scumbag? Once he had new children with Brenda, would he still care about Kevin?

But... it was none of my business anymore.

Since Kevin didn't want me as his mother, I didn't want him either.