All Chapters of I Ran Away With My Son: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

I took out the first aid kit to clean Jason’s wound. His eyes were red as he asked me, “Dad doesn’t like me, does he?” My hand froze. I stared at the door where John had left and said, “No, he just likes Miss Stacy more.” When I finished applying the ointment, I coaxed Jason to sleep and then started packing my bags. It was ridiculous. I was the lady of the house, yet my bedroom was tucked in the farthest corner. Stacy had once claimed she was not in good health, so John had given her the largest room. I let out a sigh, and my resolve to leave grew firmer. At that moment, John opened the door. He looked a little tired. “Let’s talk. I know you can’t stand Stacy, but she really matters to me.” I gave a cold laugh and pushed away the glass of hot water he offered. After so many years, no one understood better than me how high a place Stacy held in his heart. I looked up at him and gave him two choices. “Either divorce or let her leave.” His grip tightened around

“What?!” John stumbled back a step. He looked again at the empty ward, and a chill of dread rose in his chest. The doctor sighed. “The child has just exited dangerous waters, yet she took him away. I don’t know what was so urgent.” John froze. “Out of danger? Wasn’t it just an allergy?” The doctor gave him a sharp look. “Sir, allergies can be fatal. When that child came in, his face was purple, and he was hanging by a thread!” John never realized how he got out of the hospital. Rain poured outside, soaking him through by the time he reached home, yet he felt no cold. He sat silently on the sofa, a toy for his son clutched in his hand. He had never thought one meal of his would nearly kill Jason. “Amy must really be mad at me. I’ve got to calm her down.” He slammed the sofa in frustration and pulled out his phone to call me. He dialed over a dozen times, but every call was cut off. When he tried again, he saw he had been blocked. He collapsed into the cushions, and

John deliberately told his assistant to act clueless, and Stacy put on a show for a long time. In the end, she really lost the baby. When she woke and touched her flat belly, she went mad. She screamed everywhere looking for John, yet she could not find him. He had gone to a remote village in England, where he was squatting on my doorstep. I had not expected John to find me so quickly. After leaving the hospital that day, I came to a small town where I had worked before. Although I had been a housewife for years, I soon found a job using my prior experience, and I was a securities trader at a local firm. Everyone marveled at my skills and asked where I had worked before. When I smiled and said White Corporation, they had thought I was joking, because nobody would jump from a big company to such a small town. But it felt right. There were mountains and rivers, the scenery was pleasant, and there were far fewer troubles. Jason liked it as well. Within a few days at scho