For His Mistress, He Sacrificed Our Son and Me

The bird’s nest soup bowl slipped from my trembling hands, crashing to the floor. Porcelain shattered into countless shards, scattering across the cold tiles.

Glass fragments pierced my bare feet, sending sharp stings through my skin. But that pain was nothing compared to the agony ripping through my chest.

Footsteps sounded from inside the study.

Panic clawed at me, but I forced myself to move. Clutching my chest, I stumbled back to my room.

My gaze fell upon my son’s sleeping face, his small chest rising and falling in peaceful slumber. My emotions crumbled and my vision blurred with unshed tears.

He had only just learned to call for his father, his soft, innocent voice filled with trust.

And yet, Felix had destroyed his mind.

The thought of him spending the rest of his life trapped in a haze of confusion shattered me.

Ever since the accident, I had drowned in guilt, blaming myself for failing to protect him. But I had never imagined… never once suspected… that the man I loved had been the one to harm him.

Felix. My husband. The father of my child.

He had done this just to clear the path for another woman.

My baby was so young, so helpless. How could he be so cruel?

The love I had cherished, the love I had clung to, had been nothing but a cruel joke.

A ridiculous, unforgivable joke.

I lifted my gaze and met Felix’s eyes.

Terror flickered within them. Yet he still wore that same gentle smile, as if clinging to the illusion that I remained oblivious.

His voice wavered. "Adeline… were you just outside my study?"

I didn’t bother hiding my wounds.

Instead, I smiled. Calmly. Coldly.

"You’ve been working so hard taking care of our son lately," I said softly. "I made you some bird’s nest soup."

My lips curved as I glanced at the shattered pieces on the floor.

"But I was clumsy and dropped the bowl. I didn’t want to disturb you, so I stayed quiet."

He let out a quiet sigh of relief before pulling me into his embrace.

"Silly girl, how did you hurt yourself like this? My heart aches for you."

His voice dripped with tenderness as he cradled my foot, his gaze filled with what seemed like genuine distress. A perfect performance. If I hadn't known the truth, I might have believed it.

But I knew better.

His heart had long belonged to someone else. My child and I are nothing more than roadblocks in his grand pursuit of love.

I said nothing, watching silently as he rummaged through the first-aid kit. His fingers worked carefully, applying medicine to my wounds with a gentleness that once would have soothed me. Now, it only made my skin crawl.

When he finished tending to my injuries, he took my hand, his voice soft as ever.

"Adeline, we should go to the hospital to donate blood."

The words sent a shiver through me. My body tensed instinctively, my fingers curling away from his touch.