Chapter 1After Seeing Through the Ungrateful Father - Son Duo, I Reclaimed My Hands

I lost my precious hands to save my husband Jack and son Tommy.

When I was about to surprise Tommy with a birthday cake, I accidentally overheard their conversation.

"Dad, Mom's hands are so gross. When can we get a new mom? I feel sick when those hands feed me."

"I like Aunt Olivia. At least she's normal. I want her to be my new mom."

Jack had his back to me, so I couldn't see his expression. But his tone was unusually gentle.

"Be patient, Tommy. Daddy has wanted to replace Mommy for a long time..."

They shared a laugh while I collapsed silently by the door.

Just then, a robotic voice echoed in my mind:

[Host mission complete. Points available to redeem rewards.]

"I don't want rewards. I just want my hands back."

[Understood. Initiating exchange.]

Today is my son Tommy's birthday. For the first time in years, I ventured outside, ignoring the stares, and carried a cake home in my mouth.

As I approached our house, I noticed the front door was slightly ajar. Curious about what they might be discussing in my absence, I paused to listen.

"Dad, where do you think Mom went?" Tommy's small voice drifted out.

I thought he might be worried about me, so I kept listening.

"Your mom texted that she was getting your cake," Jack explained gently.

Hearing this, Tommy immediately freaked out: "What? How can she get a cake without hands?!"

"It'll have my name on it! Now everyone will know that freak is my mom!"

"It's so embarrassing! Why does she have to humiliate our whole family?"

"Just thinking about her deformed hands touching my cake makes me want to throw up!"

I expected Jack to scold Tommy for speaking that way. Instead, he just stroked Tommy's head and smiled. "You poor thing."

Encouraged by Jack's response, Tommy eagerly continued: "Dad, what do you think about Olivia?"

"It's Mom's fault for being useless. You can't divorce her, so Olivia has to sneak around! She's waited so long!"

Olivia? The name was both familiar and foreign.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of Olivia," Jack assured him.

Tommy grew excited. "So can you marry Olivia? Let her be my new mom!"

My jaw clenched around the cake, teeth aching. I had begged Tommy's favorite bakery to make this cake special, since they don't normally do custom orders.

I'd been so happy bringing it home, never imagining my own son could despise me this much. All because of my twisted, disabled hands.

At least Tommy was just a child who didn't understand. Surely Jack, as an adult, wouldn't abandon me so callously.

I was immediately proven wrong.

"I'm sick of it too. Looking at those deformed hands makes me want to vomit every second. How can anyone's hands be so hideous..."

"I've taken care of her for years. I'll give her a big settlement - that should clear my conscience."

"After your birthday tomorrow, I'll ask for a divorce..."