After My Husband's First Love Hurt My Son

My eyes reddened with impatience.

“You guys want to slander my son and you're all making such ridiculous excuses?!”

Aaron took his cell phone out and clicked on the video in the dialog box filled with ambiguous messages between his and Serena.

The camera of the video shook a lot, but a very abrupt figure appeared in it.

A child whose figure and side face resembled Luke's poured the medicine from the plastic bag he was carrying directly into Serena's medicine bottle.

I could tell that the child in front of me was not Luke at all.

Luke was used to using his left hand, but the child in the video was all right-handed.

I looked at Aaron with despair. Could he not even see such an obvious problem?

“Aaron, I'm so uncomfortable. Maybe the medicine is taking effect again. What should I do?”

Aaron picked up the weak and feeble Serena as he hugged her, but his eyes were full of provocation when she looked at me.

“Since you're not willing to hand over Luke, then you'll kneel down for Serena to atone for your sins instead of him!”

Aaron had his bodyguard escort me to the car. He was coaxing Serena in a gentle voice all the way and the two of them even had no qualms about talking about how they were going to punish Luke after they found him in front of me.

My heart was like being cut open by a knife, the pain was complete.

Serena said she didn't need to go to the hospital, but Aaron did not have the slightest doubt and sent her into the villa where Luke and I used to live.

Aaron kicked me in the crook of my knee. Pain swept through my body. I stood straight and refused to kneel down.

“If you can't find Luke, you'll keep kneeling here to atone for your sins!”

Aaron called his bodyguards and told them to immediately check out the place where I live thoroughly.

“Mr. Wilson, has Young Master passed away? Why does Madam have the Young Master's urn here?”

The bodyguard's words made Aaron feel ridiculous.

“What urn? Send it to me.”

When the bodyguard delivered the urn, Aaron looked at the wooden box with Luke's picture plastered on it. He was boisterously furious and looked at me with a gaze that was itching to tear me apart.

“You're really something, Ellie. Just to keep from apologizing to the child, you made this kind of thing to trick me!”

I reached out to grab the box in his hand, but he simply opened it and scattered the contents of the wooden box on the ground in front of me, stomping on it so hard that even the wooden box holding the ashes was smashed by him.

I kept choking, but I was held in a death grip by the bodyguards and watched him destroy it all with my own eyes...

“Aaron, you heartless monster! How could Luke have a father like you!”

The feeling of heart pain grew stronger. I was almost out of breath, even my vision became blurry.

I fell heavily to the ground. My hands shivering as I cupped the powder on the ground into my hands.

Unexpectedly, however, reality threw another slap at my face!

Aaron took a bottle of medical alcohol from his bodyguard and poured it on the ground, mixing it with the ashes to form a mud.

He bent down and reached out to dig up a piece of it and pushed it hard towards my face to paste it.

I was shivering from the cold temperature, but he was even angrier as he mixed the ashes with the alcohol and smeared it on my face.

“I'm going to give you a facial myself today, do you like it? Say something! Can't you hear me asking you?”

The beaten areas of my face now met the alcohol and the pain twisted my features up.

The screams echoed in the dilapidated hallway.

Aaron spoke regardless, “If you want a divorce, I'll fulfill you! You don't even want to look at your son in the future!”

As his words fell, he reached out and wiped his hand clean on the bodyguard, ordering, “Call the police. Dig three feet into the ground but also find my son's whereabouts from her hands! Have a lawyer draw up a divorce agreement for me now. The custody of my son must be mine!”

Just then, the kindergarten teacher called Aaron.

“Mr. Wilson, I'm sorry for your loss. We know about your son's death. The kindergarten children folded a thousand paper cranes and little stars for him and want to give them to him. I wonder if you have time to come over and pick them up?”

Aaron heard the words and instantly became full of incredulity, shouting angrily at me, “You're really good at this! Even Luke's teacher cooperated with you in this play!”

His words shattered my heart once again, sending me into an abyss of endless darkness.

The person on the phone was stunned for a moment before she spoke timidly and carefully.

“Mr. Wilson, don't you know? On the day you and Ms. Atkinson flew to Snow Mountain to see the snow and set off fireworks for her, your son died of drowning. At that time, he was holding a pair of earrings… tightly in his hand.”