After She Breastfed Him, I Ditched Her

I froze in place, staring at them in disbelief.

Janelle Sanders, the woman who was always gentle and reserved in front of me and who claimed she had no interest in intimacy, now looked like a hostess in a club, desperately begging for Uncle Jackson’s attention.

Uncle Jackson heard the noise and lifted his head. He licked his lips with lingering satisfaction and put on a mocking smile.

My eyes burned red as I strode forward and grabbed Janelle by the wrist.

The insults were already at the tip of my tongue, but the sight of her pale face softened me for a split second. I turned and slapped Uncle Jackson hard across the face.

His head snapped to the side. Janelle let out a sharp cry before reaching up to gently touch the red mark on his cheek. She then shot me a furious glare.

“I was the one who seduced him. Take it out on me. Don’t lay a hand on him!”

She did not even bother to fix her clothes. Her body was still exposed as she lowered her head and kissed the mark on his face with concern.

Uncle Jackson did not dodge. He even leaned closer against her on purpose. When his hand was about to touch her again, something in my mind snapped. A ringing filled my ears, and I lost control, punching him again and again.

The commotion drew relatives and friends, who rushed over.

However, when they saw Janelle in revealing lingerie, sitting on Uncle Jackson’s lap and crying as she tried to stop me, they all looked on like spectators enjoying the drama. They stepped in with half-hearted, performative attempts to break it up.

“Come on, stop fighting. Your kid’s already that big. Having wandering thoughts is normal.”

“Exactly. Just let it go. Janelle’s gorgeous. You should be satisfied.”

Their words only fueled my rage. I wanted to beat him to death.

“Have you lost your mind?! That’s your uncle! Are you trying to kill him?!” Janelle shouted, then suddenly turned and slapped me hard across the face. The sting burned across my cheek, finally forcing me to stop as others pulled me out of the kitchen.

Wrapped in a bathrobe, Janelle did not spare me a single glance. She calmly slipped off the wedding ring from her left hand and placed it on the table.

My vision went dark as a suffocating pain crushed my chest. Back when I proposed, she said she wanted a one-of-a-kind ring, so I designed it myself and set every stone by hand.

Each gem was priceless. I traveled the world, bidding at auctions again and again to gather them for her.

I could still remember the surprise and joy in her eyes when she first saw it. She threw her arms around me, telling me over and over that she loved me more than anything, swearing her devotion for life.

I bit down hard on my tongue, forcing myself to stay calm. However, the moment I saw Janelle interlace her fingers with Uncle Jackson’s, tears poured out uncontrollably.

Uncle Jackson stood there with one hand in his pocket, wearing a careless smile.

“Byron, Jasmine, please don’t blame Janelle. I saw her alone in the kitchen, struggling with milk leakage, and she was dressed so beautifully and seductively. I just couldn’t control myself.

“But I really do like her. She’s beautiful and capable, and I can't get enough. One taste just made me want more. Anyway, Janelle and I are in love. Since you’re planning to leave the Yates family to Cyril, then Janelle belongs to me now. I’m taking her with me.”

Father clutched his chest in anger. Grandfather raised his cane high and brought it down hard toward Uncle Jackson’s back.

Janelle rushed forward, spreading her arms as she knelt before him. Tears welled in her eyes, but her gaze was unwavering.

“Grandpa, Dad, this is all my fault. I seduced him. I’m willing to accept any punishment, just please don’t hit him!”

Grandfather staggered back in fury, and Father quickly moved to support him as he let out a heavy sigh.

Janelle held Uncle Jackson’s hand and glanced at me one last time before leaving. There was not a trace of regret in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Cyril, but I’m not wrong.”

Hand in hand, they walked away without looking back.

The moment Janelle drove off, our son, who had been quietly sleeping in his stroller, suddenly burst into sharp, piercing cries.