My First Love and the Father of My Child

My son, Jacob Weiss, had just received the asset transfer agreement from me when Amanda Larkin barged into our house.

"Oh, Jacob, my dear son!"

With tears streaming down her face, she rushed over to hug Jacob.

Eyes widening in shock, Jacob tried to avoid her. The people who had followed Amanda into our house gave us curious looks.

I silently sneered. They had entered the premises with Amanda, completely uninvited.

I turned to my husband, Greg Morton. "Greg, mind explaining what Amanda is saying?"

By now, Jacob was standing behind me. He cast an indifferent glance at Amanda, who was wiping her tears away. Then, he rolled his eyes at Greg.

Although Jacob had just turned ten this year, he had unfortunately caught Greg having an extramarital affair with Amanda two years ago and told me the truth.

I never imagined that my son would be exposed to the dark side of human nature at such a tender age. Ever since that day, Jacob had known that Greg didn't care about our family.

Before Greg could speak, Amanda tearfully threw herself at Jacob.

"Jacob, come here! Let me give you a hug! I can finally come forward and claim you as mine!"

Jacob evaded her embrace, a disdainful and aloof look on his youthful face. "You're not my mom. My mom is Rachel Weiss."

He stared at Amanda as if she were insane.

I smiled with satisfaction at Jacob, who had taken after my calm demeanor at such a young age.

Amanda lost her footing and collapsed onto the floor. Greg helped her up, looking sorry for her. He accused me, "Rachel, how could you do this to Amanda? She's—"

I cut him short by slapping both of them across the face.

"Amanda is a mistress; she has no right to step foot in our home. Greg, it's Jacob's birthday today. Why would you invite Amanda over?" My tone dripped with iciness. I couldn't hide my contempt and disgust for Amanda.

Right then, Greg abruptly rose and raised his hand at me with a menacing scowl.

All of a sudden, Jacob appeared from behind and shielded me with his tiny body. "Don't hit my mom!"

He was no match for Greg's strength, yet he rammed his head into Greg's belly with full force in an attempt to protect me.

Greg lost his balance. Clasping his abdomen, he fell onto the floor. He let go of Amanda, who also fell down with him. Realizing his own son had assaulted him, his face flushed in fury. In a fit of anger, he tried to kick Jacob, but Amanda stopped him.

"Calm down, Greg. Jacob is our son—don't hit him."

Greg finally managed to rein in his anger, but his chest heaved wildly as he shot daggers at Jacob.

"How dare you hit me at such a young age? I would have taught you a lesson if your real mom hadn't stepped in! You're nothing but a troublemaker. Rachel must have raised you wrong."

Greg directed his glare at me as he said that. If looks could kill, I would have been dead.

But Jacob didn't flinch. Instead, he spread his arms wide to protect me. "Real men don't hit women. You're wrong for cheating on Mom with another woman!"

I looked at his tiny frame, standing tall and defiant. As he seethed with anger, I could see myself in him.