Chapter 4

After staying at home for seven days, Emily never showed her face again.

Except for urging me a few times to record a clarification video for her, she didn't say a single word of concern for me.

The last bit of hope in my heart was wiped away.

I decided to pull myself together and start looking for new opportunities.

In two more days, I would take my son and leave this place.

When I returned home, Emily wasn't there.

My mother-in-law had been helping to look after my son these past few days. When she saw me come back, she gave me a disgusted look.

"It's just a business failure, yet you've been staying at home for seven days. What a pathetic man!"

I ignored her.

When I first got together with Emily, she was quite satisfied with me.

Later, to marry Emily, I had a falling out with my family, and my parents cut off my financial support.

But I had always been working hard, trying my best to give Emily the best life, and I was always respectful to my mother-in-law.

I don't know when it started, but they changed, becoming more and more disdainful of me.

Thinking about it now, it probably started when Emily got involved with Mark.

She suddenly started spending money lavishly. I was too trusting of her and our relationship. I should have noticed her affair earlier.

But it's too late to say anything now.

Seeing me with a gloomy face, my mother-in-law snorted coldly.

"Comparisons really do make people miserable!"

My heart skipped a beat. Did she know about Emily's affair?

Remembering that Emily often took our son to stay at her parents' house, I realized my mother-in-law had been covering for their affair all along!

Poor son of mine, ending up with such a mother and grandmother.

My son, hearing my voice, rushed out from the bedroom.

Then he said disappointedly:

"Oh, it's just Dad. I thought Mom had finally come back!"

"Grandma, when will Mom and Uncle Mark come back? I can't wait to get my gifts!"

I turned my head to look at my mother-in-law. Her face became unnatural, and she guiltily turned away.

During these few days while I was at home, Emily had been fooling around with Mark the whole time.

But I didn't want to say these things in front of my son. Children are innocent.

I picked up my son and asked softly:

"What gift does my baby want? Dad will buy it for you!"

But my son pouted:

"I don't want anything from you! You're so poor, what good gifts could you buy? Uncle Mark always brings me limited edition toys from abroad!"

My heart turned cold, and I gently put my son down.

He ran to my mother-in-law's side and continued to ask when Emily would come back.

Then my son pointed at me, using the same disdainful tone as my mother-in-law:

"Grandma, didn't you say Uncle Mark is my real dad? Why does this dad still come back?"

"What real dad?"

I looked at my son in disbelief. What did he just say?

The son I had raised single-handedly actually despised me and wanted to acknowledge Mark as his father?

Wasn't he closest to me? After staying with his grandmother for just a few days, he was ready to accept an impostor as his father!

What did he mean by Mark being his real dad?

"Uncle Mark and I both had blood tests. Grandma said the paternity test report shows Uncle Mark is my real dad."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but laugh, and then as I laughed, tears started falling.

My heart suddenly ached sharply, and I laughed at myself for being a complete fool!

Looking at my son's face that increasingly resembled Mark's, I understood everything at once.

I had been raising someone else's son for six years!

I silently went back to the bedroom, packed all my things into a suitcase, and left this home without looking back.

I sent a message to my lawyer, asking him to handle the divorce case fully. Emily was the one at fault, and I would make sure she got nothing!

Then I sent the evidence of her affair with Mark to Mark's wife.

On the day I called my parents, they resumed their financial support for me.

I checked into a hotel and turned off my phone to get a good night's sleep.

The next day, I set off on my journey home.