It was on our tenth anniversary that I discovered the secret my son and husband had been holding. I learned that it was no coincidence that there were always spectacles on our anniversaries. They were also caused by my son to keep me from interrupting my husband’s rendezvous with his first love. I stood outside the door and heard my son, who I loved dearly, saying in a clear sound, “Dad, go and see Ms. Grant. As usual, I’ll stay and watch over my mom. “It’s getting tiresome every year, and it’s all my mom’s fault. She’s not any younger anymore. Why does she still want to celebrate your anniversary? “Dad, I want Ms. Grant to be my mom. I’m sure she’s not as melodramatic as my mom.” It was on the same day that I brought up divorce to my husband, who came home late wearing perfume from a strange woman. They all forgot that I am not only a wife but also a mother. But first of all, I am an independent self. The sound in the room gradually died down. I stood outside, feeling as if I had been drenched head to toe with an icy plunge, numbing my bones. But I was still thinking at that moment that perhaps I was too exhausted and heard it wrong. At a moment’s distraction, the cup slipped from my hand, and the hot milk spilled all over the floor. Some even splashed on my skin, burning my hand. Crack. The door was opened from the inside. My son, Ethan Skye, looked at me, and his eyes flashed with a hint of panic. Then, he grumbled, “What are you doing? Eavesdropping on us? “Dad is right. You always sneak up on us as if we were thieves.” At the age of eight, Ethan was quite tall. Not only did he have a fifty percent similarity with Corey Skye’s looks, but he also had a cold temperament just like Corey. Seeing Ethan furrow his eyebrows in disgust, I recalled how Corey used to act the same when he was impatient. However, upon closer reflection, Corey had never shown any patience with me. I just never noticed it myself. Ethan, who was so gentle and thoughtful as a child, had gradually become his father in spirit. I suppressed the waving emotions in my heart and looked at him silently. For a moment, I wanted to get angry and question them. But I found it pointless. I managed to give a smile to Ethan. “I just got here, and I almost fell. But I didn’t hear anything.” “Really?” Ethan glanced at me warily, confirming that there was no trace of anger in my demeanor before he let out a soft huff. “Clean up this mess. Where’s my hot milk?” I crouched down cautiously and picked up the shattered pieces of glass, trying hard to hold back my tears. Suddenly, I felt a sense of powerlessness. “I’ll ask Mary to fix milk for you. I’m a little tired.” Ethan suddenly got enraged and accused me, “I know you’re unhappy because I’m sick today, making you unable to go out on a date with my father. “Can you stop being so petty? “Fixing milk has always been your thing. How can Mary know how hot I want my milk to be?” Ethan had poor digestion, and I always prepared hot milk at 113 degrees Fahrenheit. Not only that, I took care of him in all matters. But he still called me petty. I cleaned the debris and suppressed my tears. Then, I got up and left without looking at him. Following my action was Ethan’s furious slamming of the door. Back in my room, I turned on my computer, searched the divorce agreement templates, and prepared my own divorce agreement. At that very moment, a news update popped up, revealing photographs of the CEO of the Skye Group dining with his childhood sweetheart. Corey must have been engrossed in having fun and didn’t notice the reporters. In the photograph, he and a charming woman smiled at each other. I had never seen him smile so genuinely. That woman was indeed enchanting and delicate, like a porcelain doll. Meanwhile, my weary and expressionless face was reflected in the mirror beside me. Our parents arranged my marriage with Corey, and we didn’t have much choice. I resisted, but it proved futile. Ultimately, our wedding was hastened due to unforeseen circumstances. For that very reason, he missed out on his childhood sweetheart. I still remember the day he said to me that he would move and focus on our lives. I believed his promise. Thus, for ten years after marrying Corey, I dedicated myself as an industrious housewife. I lived day in and day out by taking care of Ethan and doing house chores. Eroded by the trivia of life, I lost my edges and my beauty. As the printer’s hum ceased abruptly, there came the sound of a door opening downstairs. With a hint of anger and irritation in his voice, Corey asked, “Where is Lena?” Coincidentally, the divorce agreement was printed out. I held it and made my way out.
In the living room, Mary and the other servants lowered their heads and remained silent. Opposite them, Corey gently patted Ethan’s back, who had been coughing for what seemed like an eternity, and his face now was flushed with red. Corey’s face, which was as cold as ever, was brimming with frostiness. His brows were furrowed as if a tempest was being brewed. I clenched the divorce papers in my hand and stepped slowly down. “What happened?” Ethan felt much better. He sat on the sofa, giving me an aggrieved and angry stare. Sitting next to Ethan and rubbing his eyebrows, Corey reprimanded me as soon as he saw me, “Do you know that the burning milk choked Ethan? “What’s so hard about boiling milk? Why did you let others handle it instead of yourself? “If I were as casual at work as you, I would have gone bankrupt a long time ago. ” I looked at Corey’s impeccable attire without a single wrinkle to be seen. His inner and outerwear, as well as his tie and socks, were all carefully coordinated in color. I smiled. Corey rarely spoke to me so much. The only exception was when he rebuked me, just like now. In fact, when he and I first got married, we also had some good times together. Corey had a reserved personality that rarely allowed for displays of emotion. He always exuded an unwavering sense of discipline that seemed to be innately devoid of romanticism. But he was very generous with me in material terms. He respected me and cared for me enough. He also treated me with dignity on big occasions. Although our union was void of love, at least we remained respectful to each other. With Ethan being born, our relationship grew even closer. Corey even smiled more. During that time of postpartum recovery, he even put aside his company’s affairs to look after me. I have to admit that I was deeply touched. Later, I just wanted to focus on my family. As I spent more and more time on Corey and Ethan, I began to feel more and more tired. But now it seems that he has never loved me. He just did what a husband should do for his wife. He used to care for me, but now he wanted to discipline me. His affection would only be given to the woman he missed out on when he was young. When I thought this through, the reprimand that I could bear in the past sounded extremely harsh. I even felt the father and son who wore the same expression on the sofa very annoying. I sat on the single couch next to them and looked at them. Seeing me silent, Corey seemed even more enraged. He knocked on the table with a gloomy face and continued in a tone filled with forbearing anger, “It’s just an anniversary. But you took it out on Ethan. “Lena, you are really melodramatic.” My heart felt pain for a moment, but my expression remained unchanged. I put the divorce agreement on the table and pushed it forward. “Have a look. Sign it if there is no problem.” Corey’s lecture came to an abrupt end. He stared at the divorce agreement, first stunned, then angry, and finally relaxed. With a sneer, he crumpled the divorce papers and tossed them into the trash can next to him. “I can understand why you’re unhappy today and doing this. “But I’ll let you think it over. If you still want a divorce tomorrow, I’ll be happy to give you what you want.” “He said he was happy to give me what I wanted.” My eyelids quivered as I thought of his words. So, he had been wanting a divorce for a long time. He was only mad because I brought it up, which made him look bad. Corey turned to leave in anger. Ethan chased after him and said as he walked, “Dad, wait for me. I also think my mom has gone too far. “You should teach her a lesson.”
As they walked away, Mary cautiously approached. “Mrs. Skye, do you want me to help you explain? I’ll just say that you didn’t feel well today. That’s why you didn’t do it yourself. “You can apologize to them. Mr. Skye and Ethan will certainly forgive you.” Feeling ironic, I looked up with a chuckle. “Ethan is eight years old. He isn’t a baby anymore. Why does he need me to look after him? “I made myself pretty clear. I want to divorce Corey. From now on, I don’t care what they do.” After saying that, I went upstairs to pack my things. I only packed some jewelry left by my mom and clothes I bought by myself. Putting my things in one suitcase, I left without looking back once. Corey must have found out about it very soon. On that same evening, he made an uncommonly rare effort to call me three times. I didn’t answer him. I just sent him a screenshot of the news I saw last night, which had yet to be removed online. In an instant, the calling stopped. Five minutes later, the caller became Ethan. He was a kid and thus, we had not intended for him to be exposed to electronic devices too early. But Ethan inherited Corey’s intelligence and self-control. He could control himself when he used the phone. Considering the safety issues, Corey and I tailored a phone for him. I still recalled Ethan immediately saving his number into my contact list upon receiving the phone. He also changed the emergency contact in my phone to him. He took my hand and looked at me with a serious look. “Mom, come to me when you are in danger. I am a man. I can protect you for my dad.” Immersed in my memory, I pressed to answer it. Instantly, Ethan’s angry and sharp sound came over, “Lena, you liar! “You eavesdropped on our conversation. How could you do that? Liar! “I asked Dad to date Ms. Grant. You can be mad at me. Why are you mad at Dad?” “What did you call me?” My heart felt like it had been struck by a big drum, and my body shook with pain. I was disappointed and enraged at Ethan. But he was, after all, the child I gave birth to. He was the last person in this world who was connected with me by blood. Little did I expect that the words spoken by my dear son would hurt me so deeply. Ethan seemed to have never expected that of me. He paused and then snorted. His tone carried a hint of arrogance and confidence. “Ms. Grant is my father’s old friend. They are just ordinary friends. If Ms. Grant were you, she wouldn’t be so jealous. “If you still want me and Dad to forgive you, you should apologize to Ms. Grant and Dad. I will pretend that nothing happened. “In my heart, you are still my mom.” I smiled, but my heart ached as if countless needles were continuously piercing in. My limbs felt like they had been plunged into an icy abyss. Ethan was my son, but he took an outsider’s side. I pinched my palm to stop myself from breaking down. “Ethan,” I spoke in a trembling voice. “I won’t apologize, and I don’t want to be your mom. “I’ve made up my mind to divorce your dad. From now on, we are strangers.” “Well, I don’t want you to be my mom, anyway.” Ethan’s tender voice carried an unyielding determination. “I hope you will honor your promise!” With that, he hung up the phone with a sharp click.
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