Regret Me Not

That night, Graham didn't come home, and I spent the entire evening alone, my mind racing with thoughts I couldn't quiet.

The next day, I found myself standing once again at the door of Cassidy's apartment.

I could accept that she had stolen Graham from me, but I would never accept her taking my baby, too!

But when I finally saw Cassidy's face clearly, I froze for a moment.

I couldn't believe my eyes. We looked nearly identical.

No wonder Graham had fallen in love with me at first sight. It turned out I was just a substitute in his eyes…

Cassidy frowned as she looked me over.

"Who are you?"

I suppressed the burning rage in my chest as I responded, "I'm Graham's wife, this baby's mother."

"What are you talking about?!" Cassidy raised her voice. "Graham's not married!

"And this baby's an orphan he adopted from a welfare center. So, who exactly are you?"

When I showed her our marriage certificate, Cassidy's eyes widened in disbelief.

Clearly, she had no idea that Graham had already gotten married.

Graham wanted to have his cake and eat it too—he had actually been lying to both of us!

I could feel my anger shift into a desperate plea.

"Ms. Hum, can you please give me back my baby?"

I honestly thought that, upon learning the truth, Cassidy would surely give the child back to me.

But to my shock, she blocked the door.

"Heh, you claim the child is yours, but what proof do you have? Just because you couldn't keep your own child doesn't mean you can come here to throw a tantrum!

"Since Graham married you, but can't forget about me, it's clear he's always loved me. Even if you two are married, it's a sham! I don't care!

"I advise you to divorce Graham. A marriage without love is nothing!"

The arrogance in Cassidy's voice stoked the flames of fury inside me even more.

At that moment, I heard the baby cry from inside the apartment.

Cassidy's expression darkened with irritation when she heard the crying.

Maybe it was some maternal instinct kicking in, but before I could stop myself, I shoved past Cassidy, who wasn't expecting it, and rushed inside.

The baby's cries were raspy, and his face was flushed with an unhealthy red hue.

A pang of pain shot through me, and I almost wept as I demanded, my voice breaking, "What have you done to my son?!"

Cassidy looked at us with disdain.

"I guess you two are related; you're both so annoying! He's always crying!"

Seeing the rage in my eyes, she scoffed.

"You're pissed already? Well, there's something else: To stop this little brat from crying, I add sleeping pills to his formula every time I feed him."

When I heard her words, my mind snapped. With a roar, I grabbed her by the collar.

"How could you do this to a baby! You're a monster!"

Cassidy sneered, her voice dripping with malice, "He's not my son. Even if he dies, Graham won't blame me. After all, you and your child are just pawns he uses to win my favor!"

As I stood there, reeling, I thought back to the three years I had spent giving my all to Graham, only to receive his fake affection in return.

I thought of my child, taken from me the moment he was born, and how, under Graham's watch, Cassidy had tormented him.

The overwhelming rage took over, and before I knew it, I was tearing into Cassidy.

Just as Cassidy began to lose the upper hand, she suddenly screamed, begging for mercy, "I'm sorry! I didn't know... Please, let me go… Ah!"

With a loud thud, Cassidy's forehead collided with the coffee table in the living room.

But I hadn't even touched her!

Just as I was about to process what happened, a scream from behind me shattered the silence. "Cassidy!"