My Husband Killed His Own Son

Looking at Blake's deathly pale face, my heart ached so badly I could barely breathe. He was the only one in this family who treated me like family.

Three years ago, I married into the Warren family with my autistic son, Asher Harper. My mother-in-law had never liked it when I brought Asher along, and everyone in the Warren family treated us like we were invisible.

Only Blake, who was just five years old at the time, ran over to Asher on his little legs and shoved his favorite action figure into his hands.

He said in his sweet voice, "Asher, let's play together."

He was the one who accepted us with the purest kindness, and there was no way I could let anything happen to him.

I quickly took off the only life jacket and strapped it tightly onto the half-conscious Blake. "Blake, sweetheart, hold on tight to the boat. I won't let anything happen to you!"

He weakly forced out a smile. "Mommy, I- I'm okay. Don't worry."

I touched his head, gritted my teeth, and dove into the freezing, bone-chilling water.

Blake's leg wound could attract sharks at any moment underwater, so I had to swim to the main yacht to get the first-aid supplies and bring them back to save him. I had barely swum about 30 feet when another explosion erupted beside me.

The powerful shockwave launched me into the air and then slammed me back down hard into the ocean.

If it were not for my years of swimming training and my fierce will to survive, I probably would have passed out on the spot.

On the yacht, Celeste covered her mouth in fake surprise. "Oh my, is Penelope going to be okay?"

Zachary wrapped his arm around her waist and laughed. "Don't worry. She was a state swimming champion. This is nothing to her; she won't drown."

The smell of blood was attracting sharks, and I looked back worriedly toward the small boat with Blake. Fortunately, the torpedoes Zachary kept launching to torment me scared off the circling sharks.

I breathed a sigh of relief, clenched my jaw, and swam desperately to the side of the main yacht.

Salty seawater poured into my mouth and nose, choking me until I could barely breathe.

I begged hoarsely, "Zachary, he's hurt, he's bleeding badly... Give me the first-aid kit!"

He looked down at me coldly, as if watching a joke. "Why would I save your bastard son? I've been sick of looking at him for ages."

So this had been his plan all along. He had wanted Asher dead, and by cruel accident, he had hurt Blake instead.

I shouted, "The child on the boat... really is Blake!"

I tore a necklace from my neck, revealing a four-leaf clover pendant hanging from it. "Look! His grandfather hand-carved this lucky charm for Blake... He never takes it off!"

Zachary saw the pendant, and his expression finally showed a flicker of doubt.

However, before he could speak, Celeste immediately wrapped herself around him and said sweetly, "Zachary, don't let her fool you! Asher obviously stole Blake's necklace! That brat can barely talk, but stealing things is what he's best at!"

Her words instantly erased the last trace of hesitation in Zachary's eyes, and he grew even more furious.

"Penelope, you're so full of tricks! Blake's been afraid of water since he was little. Why would he go out on the ocean with you? The staff just called me and said he got tired playing on the beach and fell asleep at the hotel!"

I was completely devastated. I remembered that before we set out, I had wanted to take Asher on the small boat to try it out, but Asher had just quietly shaken his head and pointed to the beach, indicating he only wanted to draw there.

Just as I was about to head out alone, Blake, who had always been somewhat afraid of water, ran over and grabbed my hand.

"Mommy, Asher doesn't want to go, so I'll go with you! I'll protect you!"

His face was so serious. He had only gathered the courage to overcome his fear of water so he could keep me company.

And now, thinking back on it, I had indirectly caused all of this.

I looked at the small boat bobbing in the waves in the distance, my heart frantic with worry. "Zachary, what will it take for you to save him?"

A cruel smile curved his lips as he took a document from Celeste's hands. "Sign this custody waiver agreement. You will give up all rights to Asher and agree to send him away. As long as you sign it, I'll have someone rescue that bastard."

For Blake's sake, I had no choice. "Fine, I agree!" I said those words with a trembling voice.

However, the moment the words left my mouth, a torpedo blasted the small boat to pieces!