As Frost Melted, So Did Love

It was Nicholas who arrived just in time, holding our son’s hand and they hugged me tightly. They told me that no matter what others thought, I would always be the one they loved the most. At that moment, my broken heart felt warmth again and their comfort filled me with hope.

So, I stayed at home full-time and took care of them with all my love.

But I never imagined that the people who gave me warmth were the ones who pushed me into pain. And the two people I trusted most hurt me so badly for the same woman.

Tears fell fast and I ran home without thinking. When I opened the door, I saw the family photos hanging on the wall. Over the past five years, every wedding anniversary, photographers and makeup artists came to our house to take family portraits.

Each time, Nicholas would stand on my left and say with loving eyes as he said, “Lily, no matter what happens, I will always love you.”

Meanwhile, Damon would stand on my right and hug me tightly, saying, “Mom, no matter what happens, I will always love you.”

I used to feel happy just looking at these photos. But now, they made me feel sick. As I started to feel nauseous in front of the photos, I heard footsteps behind me.

“Mom, are you okay?” Damon asked as he ran to hug me.

Nicholas also came quickly and gently rubbed my back.

“Lily, are you feeling sick? Do you want to go to the hospital?”

At that moment, their concern looked so real. But I couldn’t feel any warmth anymore.

I quietly stepped away from them and said coldly, “It’s nothing. Just some stomach pain.”

They looked worried and quickly went to make a meal for my stomach.

On the other hand, I turned around and went to the study. I turned on the computer that had been unused for a long time. As I expected, I found many photos in a private folder of the three of them traveling together.

In the photos, Nicholas and Damon hugged the woman in the middle and kissed her face from both sides. That woman looked very familiar. She was my half-sister, Abigail Lovett.

She was also the one Nicholas and Damon truly cared about.

Tears ran down my face and my heart ached deeply. After that, I noticed something in the folder. It was a kidney transplant form.

My name was listed as the donor, Lily Lovett. And the receiver was listed as Abigail. I slowly touched the scar on my abdomen.

Even though years had passed, it suddenly felt fresh, like it was bleeding again. I let out a weak laugh. My own son had tricked me into giving my kidney to another woman.

After a long time, I wiped my tears and calmly sent an application to the company that had invited me to work abroad many times. They replied quickly and sent me a plane ticket for three days later. I copied all the files from the computer to my phone.

Nicholas. Damon. This time, I was the one who didn’t want you.

The next morning, I woke up to find that Nicholas had already taken Damon to school. My favorite breakfast was on the table, just like always. But this time, I didn’t take a single bite. I gave it all to the stray cats outside.

As I stepped back into the house, Nicholas’ secretary called, saying he had an asthma attack and needed his medicine. I hesitated, then picked up the divorce papers and the medicine bottle I had prepared the night before and headed to the banquet hall.

As soon as I walked in, I saw Nicholas, who was supposed to be sick, drinking and smiling with people around him. And standing next to him was Abigail, whom I hadn’t seen in a long time.