After I Disappeared, He Realized that He Loved Me

Because I was pregnant with Peter's child, his mother agreed to let me stay, for now. The condition was that after the child was born, she would take over the child's upbringing.

Peter also promised me that once he regained full control of the Griffin Group, he would marry me. I didn't know how he communicated this to Claire, but she surprisingly accepted my presence.

However, after the child was born, I finally understood what Mrs. Griffin meant by 'taking over the child's upbringing', it meant completely stripping me of my rights as a mother.

She took the child away, leaving me, weak and exhausted after giving birth. I still vividly remember the cruel words she said as she left, "You're lucky to have borne Peter's child, it's a fortune you've accumulated over your lifetimes. But I can't allow a Griffin Family child to live with a useless and worthless mother like you. Every word and action of yours disgraces the Griffin Family's bloodline."

From that day on, I was only allowed to visit my child at the Griffin Manor on the fifteenth of each month, while Claire could see him anytime.

I fought with Peter, argued and asked him when he would return our child to me.

But at that time, he was too overwhelmed with the company to pay much attention to me. He grew increasingly impatient with me.

He blamed me for not understanding him, I blamed him for not standing up to his mother. The tenderness and love we once shared had turned into poisoned arrows that we shot at each other, one after the other.

I couldn't bear the torment of being separated from my child. On one of my visits, I seized the opportunity when no one was paying attention and took my son, Joshua, trying to escape to the train station.

I knew no one could help me anymore. I had to rely on myself. I needed to leave this place, to leave Peter. But before I reached the train station, I was intercepted. The Griffin Family's butler came and took Joshua away again.

Peter, filled with rage, dragged me out of the taxi and slapped me hard across the face.

"Handling the company's affairs has already drained me. Can't you be more sensible and stop causing me more trouble?" he shouted at me. "I promised I'd marry you. Can't you wait? Do you really have to pull stunts like this to force my hand?" he continued.

But I had never once pushed him to marry me. It was after that incident that he confiscated my ID card and refused to give it back, no matter what I said.

He probably realized deep down that he owed me, that I truly wanted to leave, but he just couldn't admit it to himself.

Later, whenever I tried to replace my ID card, he would seize it again. Once, he even told the office staff, in front of me, that he'd keep my ID safe and that I wouldn't need to apply for another one in the future.

I developed severe depression and separation anxiety, often relying on medication to keep myself stable. The doctor suggested I get a pet, so I bought Timmy that very day.

The sound of water from the bathroom stopped. I turned and headed to the guest room. Alas, I still couldn't get my ID back.

He thought that by holding onto my ID, I have nowhere to go. But this time, I wouldn't let that stopped me.