Dear Ex-wife, You Belong To Me!

VERONICAOn the day of our fifth wedding anniversary, my husband Christian's unforgettable ex-girlfriend appeared, with her bright and seductive aura that perhaps melted my husband's indifferent heart.I, being the third wheel in their lives, watched them having a romantic candlelight dinner, which had never happened in the five years of our married life.Far worse was that my four-year-old son Zeon was equally involved in this happy picture.Zeon had not been intimate with me for the last two years, yet now, he was joyfully smiling at his father's ex-lover when Celine tried to wipe the cream from the corner of his mouth. "Zeon, who do you like more? Mommy or me?" she asked."Aunt Celine!" my little boy replied cheerfully, without any hesitation.My heart bled at the reply as my fingers clenched the brown envelope in my hand; inside was the pregnancy report I had just received.My marriage with Christian was ordained by our grandparents when I was still a baby. As a result of the move

VERONICAMy heart trembled violently as I inhaled a shaky breath. Was it my Zeon who was unwell? And Christian was also out there?A thunderbolt broke my thoughts, along with the man's voice that echoed in my ears, bringing back some painful memories: "Please, open the door, Doctor."This time, it was another voice, far deeper and more magnificent. Three years had passed, and his voice still made my heart pound.Although I had a strong desire not to see him, the mother inside me couldn't hold back the urge, and after swallowing the hard lump in my throat, I eventually opened the door, only to meet the same cold, penetrating gaze.Christian—I stared back at him, unlike those five years when I used to look away and said aversely, "Bring in the patient; I will attend to him."Christian, however, did not move. His icy blue gaze seemed glued to me. His face was void, his cold eyes unreadable.In three years, he had not changed at all. When he didn't move, I felt slightly annoyed. "If you

CHRISTIANMy gaze was stuck on the scene… My now ex-wife was standing close to another man, leaning toward his phone and smiling brightly at his words as if he had promised her the nectar of eternity.My hands were clenched tightly, possibly leaving bruises; I don't recall her ever laughing so joyfully in our five years of marriage.She has a daughter. Now, this man—did she leave us for him? Who is he, father of her daughter? Did she truly remarry?A dull ache spread through my heart as I watched her joyful laughter. Upstairs, her own son is in need of care. That little one longs for his mother's attention, and she— my eyes welled up.Is he the man who was between us during our five years of marriage? For whom she could not become fully mine?Did she truly forget her own son and embrace her new life with her daughter and husband? Does Zeon mean nothing to her?My fists tightened. I've decided to leave immediately; I can't bear to watch Zeon suffer further heartbreak by interacting wit

VERONICAI was puzzled to see Assistant Blake holding his large figure, which now lay on the floor."Madam, please help!" His urgent tone brought me back to the present, and I hastened to his side.With the assistance of assistant, Blake, we gently escorted him to the guest room where his children were playing. Upon seeing us, Zeon quickly dismounted from the bed and helped Cadence as they approached their father."Papa!" His voice quivered with fear as he gazed at his father.Gently placing him on the bed, Blake began removing his shoes and loosening his clothing while I sat with my children. Cadence was frightened, though she didn't understand, and immediately hid in my chest as Zeon watched anxiously.I caressed his cheeks and softly reassured him, "Mom's a doctor; he will be alright." This slowly calmed his expression as he nodded.After reassuring the children, I returned to his side and asked for my medical kit from a servant. Upon examining him, I discovered he had a high fever

CHRISTIANThrilled with the possibility, I gazed at the little girl. Her features were taken after her mother, except those eyes—but how is it even possible?Since she had gone through hard labour, I was scared for her health and refrained from touching her. I threw myself into work and deliberately stayed away from home so I wouldn't lose myself, except that night five years ago.I missed her so much that when she was near, I couldn't help but love her and want to be with her. But later, I mixed a strong birth control pill in her water; therefore, the equation didn't fall into place, and it made me more confused.Despite the confusion, I decided to ask her about it and immediately leave the children's room to find her. However, the room opposite was closed, and I froze at the reminder of another man's presence in her life.Her smiling face at him from yesterday flashed before my eyes as I stepped back, my hands clenching at my sides.She is with another man now, a man who is possibly