My Husband, My Son, My Betrayal

Thalia's pov"What is this?" Ianth snapped in anger, glaring at the untouched plates across the table.I glanced at the spread—scrambled eggs, toast, and yes, a small pile of steamed broccoli. I had been up since dawn: bathing him, laying out his clothes, preparing breakfast and lunch, all to keep him on schedule for his daycare."What’s the problem, Ianth?" I asked, emerging from the kitchen with a pot in one hand and his lunchbox in the other.Ianth snorted in disgust. "I told you I don't like broccoli." "Sweetheart, Broccoli is a vegetable. It contains fiber and antioxidants. It is good for your health as a kid." I maintained a smile, arranging the pots on the table.It wasn't the first time I tried to explain the benefits of what I include in his food timetable. But Ianth wasn't having any of it."I don’t want it," he said, crossing his arms. "What about my lunchbox?"I handed it to him with a quiet sigh. He opened it—then hurled it to the floor, a deafening sound echoed in the e

Thalia's Pov "Eirik...." I wanted to call him to order, make him read my eyes and see how uncomfortable I was with all of these. "Don't you agree, Thalia? Mirelle can help you with some things so you won't get too worn out." Eirik interrupted me again. I scoffed in disbelief. All these years of me working alone; cleaning the house, arranging his wardrobe twice a week, cleaning our personal bathroom, taking care of our son and preparing our meals -- he has never mentioned anyone helping me. But our son was involved and he is volunteering to allow Mirelle to help me. Did he think I was dumb? I sighed resistantly while feeling cornered so I nodded. "That's great." Ianth clapped excitedly. "So, Aunt Mirelle is staying over at our house." He added. I threw my head towards him. "No!" I refused immediately. Mirelle only came visiting for a few days and I was firmly against it but under the cover of taking care of Ianth, they wanted her to move in? No way. "Thalia." Eirik called me, war

Thalia's Pov My heart weighed heavily as I waited for their arrival. Evening came and the front door opened.Mirelle walked in with Eirik, holding hands with him but when he saw me, he let go hesitantly. Meanwhile, Ianth clung to Mirelle like she was his lifeline. She dropped him to the ground from her hands and held his hand.They laughed like one big family as the group chat from earlier described. The scene unfolded like a short movie clip in front of my very own eyes. Everything confirmed all my fears.I heaved a sigh, trying to control my anger. I still needed to know about the photo that I saw. "Sweetheart..." I called Ianth, walking closer to him.Ianth dodged me immediately. My fragile heart dropped to the ground. I ignored it again. He was just a child. He barely knows what he is doing.I pulled Eirik into our room. "Why didn't you let me pick up my son?" I demanded from him. My voice was low and tense."You were busy. I had things to sort out at the office too. Mirelle offe

Thalia's povThe loud music made things worse. The entire room blurred at my sight. "Two more...." I shouted at the bartender. He hurriedly poured two shots for me which I pushed down my throat at once.No one told me things like this exist or probably it was something I hadn't been interested in until today. A beautiful club.I couldn't get over the blue and red lights that radiated around the space. Strippers danced in front of the poles while men spent their money on them. Those girls would be earning thousands of dollars.I chuckled, taking in another shot. As much as the alcohol tasted like a mix of bitter and pepper, I loved it. It kept me insane, other than the days I tried to be sane.My husband was with his mistress. Why couldn't I be here too? Who said I can't enjoy myself a little too? All my life, I have lived in his house. I took care of him and our child. What did I get in return? Every second betrayal."That's enough." A cold voice rang in my ears. His slender hands pu

Thalia's pov A chill raced down my spine as I tried to understand what Eirik just said over the phone. Ianth was in the hospital? I rushed outside and ignited the car's engine. I drove down to the supposed hospital and hurried inside. Two nurses were at the registration counter."M-–my son was brought here some minutes or hours ago. Please, I need to see him." My tongue couldn't take control of the words very well.I was panicking. What could have happened to Ianth again? He only left the hospital a week ago and he was back again? My eyes burned with anger. They must have fed him something that could deteriorate his health again."What is your son's name, ma'am?" The second nurse asked as she clicked her laptop, probably trying to find it in the register."Ianth. His name is Ianth Jones." I responded, my heart racing out of anxiety and fear.The nurse punched the laptop boards and nodded. "There is a child of ten years named Ianth Jones. He was brought in an hour ago." She explained