My Love Died On The Day My Son Died

Scott's tone carried a hint of guilt that he hadn't even noticed. Gillian had suddenly developed heart disease after returning from abroad.

On Children's Day, Scott and I took Emmet to the amusement park. She merely posted a photo looking pale and Scott immediately abandoned me and our son to rush to her side.

Even when Emmet had a high fever and was deliriously calling for his Daddy, Scott left without looking back, just because Gillian called, saying her chest hurt and only he could massage it to make her feel better.

Gillian's condition flared up unpredictably, always coincidentally during the rare times our small family spent together. After witnessing one of her dramatic fainting episodes firsthand, Scott had everyone in the company undergo a heart matching test.

For those who were compatible and willing to sign an organ donation agreement, he offered massive cash rewards. I had heard about this, but I never thought he would target his own family. How could he trade our child's life for Gillian's?

When my suspicions were confirmed, my heart ached so much that it was hard to breathe. I had slaved away for the Spears Family for seven years, all to give Emmet a complete family.

But in the end, I had only caused him to die in pieces at such a young age. The hatred in my heart reached its peak.

"Scott, let's get a divorce," I said coldly. Staying with a man like him for even one more day would be a betrayal to Emmet's memory.

"Huh! Do you think you're funny? You're asking me for a divorce? What about Emmet? Where will you live? What will you eat if we divorce?" Scott's tone was filled with disdain, his words stabbing at my heart.

I replied, "That's none of your concern. You just need to sign."

When Gillian had just returned to the country, Scott had already asked me for a divorce. I had begged him not to, not just for our child's sake but also for my own selfish reasons.

Plus, when his mother found out Gillian had heart disease and couldn't have children, she strongly opposed letting her into the family. That was the only reason our fragile marriage had survived.

I grew up in a single-parent household. My mother had been deceived by my scumbag father when she was young. By the time she realized she was pregnant with me, it was too late and she had no choice but to have me.

My grandparents thought my mother had disgraced the family and kicked her out.

Fortunately, I was a good student, always achieving top grades. That's how I met Scott at an elite high school.

He was the golden boy, admired by all the girls. It was impossible not to have feelings for him. During our graduation party, the youthful excitement and hormones ran high.

I didn't have the courage to approach him directly, but I did bravely leave him with our child.

When his mother found me, I felt both fear and a glimmer of hope. It was common for wealthy families to keep the child and discard the mother, but could I possibly become his wife?

On the day I married into the Spears Family, Scott's eyes were filled with disdain, unfamiliarity and anger, but not even a trace of affection. He had clearly forgotten all about me.

He only knew the information his people had gathered, that I, like my mother, was an immoral woman who got pregnant out of wedlock.

Even though Emmet looked eighty percent like him, he still couldn't bring himself to care.

But I had been blinded by my infatuation, foolishly believing that time would eventually make him see my sincerity, or at the very least, the bond he shared with Emmet through blood.

As long as we were still legally married, I thought there was still a chance I could win his heart. But I had underestimated Gillian Rosenberg, the woman Scott loved so deeply that he would remain unmarried for life if it meant being with her.

Her reappearance had shattered everything I had worked so hard for. All my efforts to please him were nothing more than attempts, in his eyes, to secure the luxurious life of a rich man's wife.