Till Death Do Us Part, And I Chose Death

The exotic wines picked from the finest vineyards, the luxury designer dress wrapped in tissue paper, or the simple handwritten cards from Dan's kindergarten class. As long as he thought I would like it, Dan would present it carefully to me.

However, our loving mother and son's bond began to deteriorate ever since I forbade him to eat sweets because Dan had a tooth decay problem.

As this thought went across my mind, I choked back tears and began packing up all these items.

When the delivery man arrived, I handed him the package and gave precise instructions, "Please send this to Villa No. 14 in Clear Water Bay exactly one week from now. The recipient's name is Candice Black. Tell her she can have the husband and son now. After all, I've decided to discard this garbage heap of a father and son."

"What are you discarding, Brenda?"

Just as the words fell, George held our son, Dan, in his arms as he walked towards me. The boy clutched two bottles of exotic wine in his small hands, their labels written in French.

The moment his feet touched the ground, Dan ran eagerly toward me. "Mommy, Daddy bought these special wines just for you! Do you like them?"

He thrust the bottles into my hands, his bright eyes glistening with hope for getting my praise.

George glanced briefly at the departing delivery man. Suspicion flashed in his eyes as he asked, "What were you sending just now?"

I did not elaborate, I only said, "Nothing important, they were just some useless junks."

"You should've let the housekeeper handle that. You know you're not in the best health and should be resting more," George said disapprovingly, his brows furrowed. It seemed he was really concerned for me, his wife.

" A bit of housework won't hurt me," I refuted.

George shook his head helplessly. "You're always like this. Leave such tasks to me from now on."

He continued, "By the way, for our wedding anniversary tonight, Dan and I picked out something special for you. Do you like it?"

He handed me a shopping bag with a luxury brand logo emblazoned across it. Inside was the most beautiful dress I had ever seen. Midnight blue silk with delicate beading along the neckline. The kind of dress that cost more than most people's monthly salary.

His face was full of apology. "I had planned for us to have a nice dinner together at that French restaurant you love, but something urgent came up at work. I had to take Dan with me to the office. How about we reschedule and celebrate the anniversary properly next week?"

Dan nodded his head enthusiastically and chimed in, "Daddy was super busy. I even fell asleep waiting for him at the office!"

I studied George's face for a long time. Yet his expression only showed the love I used to see, there was not a trace of guilt there.

As for the supposed dinner at the restaurant, George had brought Dan along with him to see Candice. There was no way he could split his time to celebrate with me, even if he wanted to.

I only laughed as I looked briefly at the dress in my hand and said carelessly, "I see. Let's go inside immediately. Look! Dan is freezing with cold."

In the past, I would have immediately shielded Dan from the cold wind at the door. I would even offer him my scarf. Now, however, I didn't bother. I simply used this as an excuse to change the subject.

Once inside, both father and son duo looked around the noticeably emptier living room with puzzled expressions.

George quickly realized that something was amiss. His lips tightened as he asked cautiously, "Brenda, did something go missing in the house?"

Dan also noted that the family portrait he had given me was gone. He hurriedly tugged the corner of my clothes and asked anxiously, "Mommy, where is my painting?"

I calmly shook away my son's hand. I took a sip of water in the living room, then replied slowly, "Those things were taking up too much space. I sold them to the scrap collector."

When he heard this, George sighed a quiet sigh of relief. For him, as long as that matter remained concealed, everything was okay. Although he was cheating on his wife, inside his heart, I was his one and only wife.