All Chapters of I Left the Son to My Ex's Mistress, He Regrets: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Evelyn's POVI raced to the kindergarten, sweat beading on my forehead as I tried to calm my breathing. I was feeling weak, washed out from the domestic conflict, and now this! A dull pain throbbed inside me but I pushed any thought of it aside.I hurried from the parking lot to the foot of the steps leading into the preschool, where I paused to catch my breath. I stopped beside the preschool’s plaque, mounted on a brick plinth. The inscription read: “The Hastings Memorial Kindergarten”.It was well-known that Nicholas Hastings was a generous donor to the school. They had honored his benevolence by awarding him naming rights, and gave him a seat on the board of directors.Rallying, I hurried inside. I found Vivian Brooks and the preschool principal in one of the classrooms, and with them were Liam, and Sophie Hastings. The children were sitting apart, on the mats, and they didn’t look happy.“Ah, Mrs Whitman,” said the principal. “I’m glad you could get here so soon.”Cutting straigh

Nicholas's POVI stood aside, watching Evelyn and our daughter together, feeling a strange sense of happiness as she gently comforted Sophie. Her eyes were soft, and her smile was warm. I was inexplicably moved with the urge to tell her the truth — that Sophie is our child.I’ll never regret that night. Even though it was a ridiculous accident, it was still the happiest moment of my life. I’ve always been attracted to Evelyn, even though the one she cared for wasn’t me, even though she had never truly seen me. I couldn’t help but fall for her.But what I didn’t expect was that when we met again, she had forgotten about us. More cruelly, she had forgotten that she had a daughter.As Evelyn was reaching for an extra pillow for Sophie, she tripped and nearly fell. I instinctively rushed over and steadied her. "Be careful. Are you okay?"She froze for a moment, clearly startled by my reaction. I eased my grip on her, making sure not to let her fall."I'm... fine..." She had scraped her ar

Evelyn's POV"Vivian! Wait!"The nauseating voice came from behind us. Even now, hearing it causes a physical revulsion. Both Vivian and I looked back and saw Adrian running to join us. I was tempted to hail a cab right away but the look on his face made me freeze. What now?Vivian took the opportunity to rush to Adrian's side. Suddenly, her eyes reddened, and her tone changed from harsh to soft and fragile, as she whimpered, "Adrian, I really don’t know what I did to offend Mrs. Whitman. It’s her fault I was fired and this job was very important to me.""Evelyn?" Adrian ignored Vivian's flirtatious whining and focused his cold gaze on me. His tone was icy. "We are husband and wife. Are you trying to ruin me?" he demanded, his eyes filled with rage."Adrian, you've ended up like this through your own actions!" I took a step back, disgusted with him. "Husband and wife? Why didn’t you think about that when you were cheating on me?"Adrian rubbed his temples impatiently, his tone casual

Evelyn’s POVI went straight to the hospital. Today was Sophie’s last day there, before she would be discharged.When she saw me, her eyes lit up. "Miss Evelyn!""How are you feeling today, Sophie?"She pouted, looking troubled. "I have to take medicine that tastes awful."I gently stroked her hair, unconsciously thinking of Liam. Maybe my son and I really have no karmic bond as mother and child. That thought was so sad.Sophie shared the stories of the past few days with me. I was so absorbed in what she was saying that I didn’t even notice when Nicholas arrived."Daddy!" Sophie cried, her eyes brightening, her smile wide. She stretched out her little hands for a hug. "Miss Evelyn seems upset today, we need to make her feel better."I was surprised by how perceptive the child was, yet still curious enough to ask, "How did you know?"She replied as if it was obvious, "Your eyes are all puffy and red, and you seem sad."My heart tightened. No matter how well I hid it, this little girl

Evelyn’s POVAfter I spent the night there, not leaving his side, Liam regained some of his energy, looking at me with a pitiful expression. If it had been before, I would have rushed to hug him without a second thought.But… The memory of him pushing me away and shouting, "I don't want a mommy like you," still torments me.He climbed out of bed. "Mom... can you hug me?" Liam pouted, about to cry.I squatted down to his level and looked him in the eyes. "Liam, I'm here. But you need to tell me, why do you suddenly want a hug?"He blurted out, "Because... when I can't breathe, only the food you give me makes me feel better."My heart tugged. He still remembers that. We went down to the kitchen and prepared him a few simple dishes, according to his preferences, and he eagerly ate the meal.After his breakfast, I was about to leave, when Liam grabbed my hand possessively. "Are you going?"I gently held his small hand. "I will always love you. But right now, another sick little child also