Chapter 2

"Mom, I want that Transformer. Can I have it? Please?" Jeffrey exclaimed excitedly, tugging on Yvette's hand like a playful child seeking affection from his mother.

I was so angry that my eyes turned red and my soul trembled.

Who was he calling 'Mom'?

He treated my enemy as his mother.

Jeffrey used to be closest to me when he was little, always clinging to me and affectionately calling me "Mommy."

When Jeffrey turned three, he started kindergarten.

I had to return to work, so Kristopher took on the responsibility of caring for Jeffrey.

I balanced work and household chores, trying my best to spend as much time as possible with Jeffrey.

Yet, somehow, someone else had taken advantage of the situation.

By the time Jeffrey was in the senior class of kindergarten, he began to distance himself from me.

He wouldn't let me hug him or kiss him and even cursed me behind my back with Cecelia.

I corrected Jeffrey many times but it was no use. Kristopher coaxed me while condoning this behavior.

When Jeffrey started elementary school, he developed a dislike for studying. I worked tirelessly, reducing my workload by half to patiently guide him.

But it was too late, far too late.

"Of course, my sweetie. Whatever you want, I will buy it for you." Yvette said gently, leading Jeffrey into the store to buy the Transformer, and then taking him to eat at KFC.

Jeffrey couldn't eat too much fried food, he was prone to indigestion.

I rarely bought it for him.

Kristopher knew this too, but he didn't stop it. Instead, he smiled and allowed it.

Jeffrey was overjoyed.

The happy family scene pierced my heart. I felt utterly humiliated, silently watching and enduring the pain.

"Honey, when are you getting a divorce?" I'm carrying your baby, remember? You promised to give our baby a home." Yvette asked, seizing the moment when Jeffrey was away, playfully coaxing Kristopher.

"I'm getting divorced soon," Kristopher replied, pretending to be serious while his hand slid to Yvette's chest. "Honey, you know Marissa is a crazy woman. Now that she's found out about us, she won't let it go. Don't worry."

He kept touching her, making Yvette blush. "Stop it, what if our son sees us?"

"No worries, our son isn't back yet."

Son?

I was overwhelmed with rage. Who was Yvette calling her son? She was so shameless! Jeffrey was my child, whom I carried for ten months.

Just then, Jeffrey returned. I looked at him with a heavy heart, observing his features closely. I couldn't help but notice the resemblance between Jeffrey's eyebrows and Yvette's.

My heart skipped a beat.

Oh my, they were practically identical!

When Jeffrey was born, he looked so much like Kristopher, not a trace of me. I always regretted that, but I adored him nonetheless.

It didn't matter who Jeffrey looked like, as long as he was my child.

But now, it seemed he might not be my son at all.

Had I been raising someone else's child all these years?

I couldn't bear the shock and fainted from the stress.

When I came back to reality, I saw Kristopher was sleeping peacefully. I was so angry that I slapped him.

How could you sleep so soundly?

Rage surged within me, and I slapped him hard across the face. The slap echoed sharply, leaving a bright red mark on Kristopher's cheek.

He woke up from the pain, clutching his face, glaring at me with fury and violence in his eyes, shouting, "Marissa! What are you doing in the middle of the night? Are you crazy?"

His eyes seemed to want to kill me.

But I had died once, so why would I be afraid of this?

I decided to deal with this shameless man first.

I stayed silent, observing the surroundings and Kristopher's restrained demeanor. I realized it was our third year of marriage.

I was reborn!

Back then, Kristopher was still doting on me, unwilling to be harsh. He handled all the trivial matters, showering me with love every day.

But now, his true nature was fully exposed.

"Yes, I'm crazy. So what if I am?"