Chapter 5

I never lacked the ability to earn money, nor the patience to raise a child. All I wanted was a complete, loving home for my son.

Later, through mutual friends, I met Claire Hampton. During our first meeting, I was completely upfront about my past.

"Ms. Hampton, I believe our mutual friend already told you about my situation. I'm divorced, and I'm raising a young child on my own. But I own my own studio, and my income is stable.

"I'm looking for a partner who's emotionally mature, shares my values, and can genuinely accept my son. If you see my child as a burden, then let's just be friends."

Claire was gentle and composed. She adjusted her glasses and smiled softly.

"Mr. Freeman, I've always wanted a stable, loving family. I love children, and I admire your honesty and sense of responsibility. We can take things slowly and get to know each other."

Her sincerity and openness left a good impression on me. I decided to give the relationship a chance.

Over the next six months, Claire completely erased all of my doubts and reservations through her words and actions. On weekends, she'd turn down social engagements to spend time with me and Brian, taking us on outings and short trips.

Once, Brian developed a fever in the middle of the night, and Claire rushed to the hospital, helping with everything and caring for him attentively.

In her free time, she would sit on the carpet with Brian, building block towers and reading picture books together, always patient and gentle.

The moment that touched me most came when Brian cautiously called Claire "Mom" for the first time. The reserved, soft-spoken woman instantly had tears in her eyes. She carefully scooped Brian into her arms, her gaze full of affection.

A year after we met, surrounded by the blessings of friends and family, Claire and I got married and became a truly happy family of three.

Another peaceful, happy year passed.

Then, one day, I received a notification from that long-silent post. Rachel had left a new comment, every word dripping with arrogance and smug confidence.

"Friends, it's been three years. That unemployed stay-at-home husband of mine must be broke and desperate by now. I'm going back today to wrap things up and bring my child back to me!"

I looked at the ridiculous message on my screen and let out a cold laugh before casually tossing my phone onto the couch.

That afternoon, a series of impatient, aggressive bangs sounded from the front door. I calmly got up, walked to the entryway, and opened the door.

Rachel stood outside with a suitcase. She was dressed in an expensive suit, her makeup flawless. A smug, condescending smile hung on her face, as though she were a victorious conqueror.

"Peter, it's been three years. Have you had enough of being poor yet?"

Her voice carried the same nauseating arrogance as before.

"If you kneel and beg me now and hand over custody of Brian, I might be generous enough to give you a little monthly allowance so you won't have to suffer anymore."

Her cocky words came to an abrupt halt the moment she saw what was inside the house…