I Left the Son to My Ex's Mistress, He Regrets

Evelyn’s POVI never imagined that my husband would cheat on me, especially in our own home. But it wasn’t just Adrian wanting to replace me. Liam’s words had cut the deepest. My little son!Right now, all I wanted was for Liam to show even a little bit of loyalty, but his next words shattered that hope entirely. He clapped his hands excitedly and rushed into Vivian's arms with a huge grin, as she returned his hug."That's good, Daddy! We don’t need that bad mommy! She always tells me what to do. And I hate the horrid food she makes me eat. I want hamburgers and my favorite fried chicken, with Miss Vivian!"I couldn't believe what I was hearing. After Liam’s health issues were diagnosed, I gave up everything else, dedicating my life to him. And why not? He was like my most precious possession. His diet was strictly controlled, and I did everything I could to keep him safe and healthy. So, how could he hate me so much?The most heartbreaking words came next."Miss Vivian, you should b

Evelyn’s POVI locked the watch in a drawer in my dresser and began packing my belongings, hoping that when the divorce became final, I could leave as quickly as possible. The shapeless dresses I had bought to make it easier to take care of our son now felt like they represented how I had lost myself for their sake. Denying my individuality for the sake of the family. A family now in tatters.Just then, my phone buzzed with a message from the doctor. It was a contact card, followed by a message:“Mrs. Whitman, we've scheduled a follow-up check-up for you. As you know, there’s still a chance for therapy, if we act now.”I hesitated before typing back: "I'll consider it."A month ago, I went to the hospital for a check-up due to some health issues. Today, besides being my wedding anniversary, I also went to pick up those results. That’s when I learned that it was early-stage stomach cancer. Then, to spare Adrian any pain, I decided to wait before starting treatment, planning to spend t

Evelyn's POVWhile he knew I was concerned about some health issues and having tests, Adrian still doesn’t know that I have been diagnosed with cancer, and he never bothers to ask how I was doing. My medical issues don’t seem to concern him.I can feel the undercurrent of his anger but what I don’t understand is why he’s so upset? If he’s already chosen Vivian, then why does he care so much about seeing me with Nate? Isn’t our marriage over?We’re now legally separated and just waiting for the final papers to be signed. I know the divorce is inevitable, and honestly, I’m done with Adrian. He can think whatever he wants, but I’m just trying to get everything over with, cleanly and without further conflict.Today, I headed to Liam’s preschool for their open day. It’s a chance for parents to see what their children are learning, to meet the teachers, and to talk with other parents. I’d been planning this day for a while, and I wasn’t going to let the matter of the divorce affect it.But

Evelyn's POVThe next day was my mother-in-law, Margot’s, birthday.For six years of marriage, I had always been the one responsible for arranging everything on this day — her gift, the cake, the banquet. Nothing was ever left out. This year was no exception.During dinner, everyone sat around the table, which was covered with high-end dishes — Australian lobster, abalone, deep-sea crab, and other delicious fare.“Evelyn, I heard that you and Adrian are considering having a second child?” Margot asked with a pleasant smile, her tone gentle as she reached out and took the Australian lobster in front of me, placing it onto her own plate.I raised an eyebrow, glanced at her, and calmly took the lobster back. Then, in a steady voice, I replied, “When did I ever say I wanted a second child?”The atmosphere instantly became tense. Sitting beside me, Adrian’s expression darkened. He shot me a fierce glare.“What kind of attitude is that?” Margot’s smile stiffened, and her tone lost its warmt

Evelyn's POVThe next morning, I woke up to see Adrian staring at me with a dark expression. I got out of bed, pulled on a robe, and headed for the kitchen to make some coffee. Adrian was right behind me.“Who gave you permission to go to that bar last night?” he demanded.“I beg your pardon!” I cried. “I don’t need to ask you.”He followed me around the house, berating me. I had to get out. Back in my room, I hastily got dressed and charged out the front door.Adrian followed me outside. “Where do you think you’re going, now?”“Oh, get lost. I’ve got some errands to run,” I countered. I got into my car and drove away. I was headed for the drug store, I had a script to fill, as part of my treatment regimen.I parked, and as I headed for the drug store I saw Adrian’s Cadillac swerving into the parking lot, he was driving like a demon.“Oh, good Lord!” I muttered, feeling really annoyed.On the sidewalk in front of the store entry, he crowded in on me. He reached out to grab my wrist.