All Chapters of He Chose Her Son, So Our Son Called Him Mr. Carter: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Hearing my son say it so calmly, I felt both relieved and heartbroken.Since realizing Victor cared more about Lily and Leo, I'd been quietly teaching Arthur to stop depending on him. It was a brutal thing to do to a nine-year-old, but I had to.I didn't want a husband who'd betrayed me, and my son didn't need to share his father with anyone.For the past month, whenever Victor left Arthur behind, Arthur had called him "Mr. Carter" in anger or hurt.Victor always assumed Arthur was sulking and never thought much of it.But this time, Arthur sounded calm. He looked at Victor with the cool distance he'd show a stranger.Arthur saw the look on my face, cut a small piece of cake, and handed it to me. Then he turned to Victor. "Mr. Carter, why haven't you left yet?"Victor opened his mouth. He started to lift his hand, then let it drop. He looked a little hurt.Victor had promised to spend Arthur's birthday with him. Arthur had looked forward to it all week.Arthur was so attached to him th

Victor didn't look at my phone. He didn't even glance at the words on the screen.Instead, he noticed the wooden architectural model on the corner of the table. He walked over and picked it up."Daisy, this is the family craft project you and Arthur made, right? Leo's been sick lately, and Lily grew up spoiled. She's never done anything like this. Leo needs something to turn in, so I'm taking this one. You can help Arthur make another."I shot to my feet, my voice shaking with anger. "Victor, that's Arthur's...""Come on, don't be so petty," Victor cut in without looking up, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "It's just a craft project. Leo's sick. He needs cheering up."With that, he walked off with the model without giving me another glance.He had no idea Arthur and I had spent four weekends building that model, piece by piece. Arthur had put his heart into it.The next morning, Arthur frantically searched the study and living room, sweat beading on his forehead. "Mo

Victor spent the whole night taking care of Lily and Leo. He didn't leave Lily's apartment until early morning, rubbing his aching temples.He checked his phone. Nothing. No new messages from Daisy.He figured Daisy had only been sulking when she texted him the night before.After all, for the past month, no matter how much he'd ignored her and Arthur, Daisy had always given in eventually.Women are always like this. The tiniest slight, and they threaten divorce.Victor straightened his suit, pushed aside the nagging unease in his chest, and drove home.He had it all worked out. He'd make Daisy and Arthur breakfast himself. If he gave Daisy an easy way to back down, she'd stay by his side, sweet and quiet as always.But when he opened the front door, the house was silent.There was no familiar smell of coffee, no sound of Arthur laughing.Victor frowned, hurried upstairs, and pushed open the door to the master bedroom.The closet doors stood wide open. All of Daisy's clothes and jewelr

My father's voice shook with rage."Daisy stood by you when you had nothing. When you struggled to get your business off the ground, she sold her jewelry to cover the shortfall. And how did you repay her? All you cared about was another woman and her kid!"The color slowly drained from Victor's face.My father let him go. "Stop harassing my daughter and my grandson," he said coldly, "or I'm calling the police."The door shut again. Half an hour later, I saw on the security camera that Victor had finally walked away.From behind, he looked stiff and defeated, as if he'd aged years in a day.But I didn't feel any satisfaction. I was just tired.That afternoon, I took Arthur to enroll at a new school nearby.Arthur had always gotten good grades, so the new school accepted him right away.That night, Victor sent a long email.He wrote about the first time we met, our first date, and our wedding. He said he'd never meant to betray his family.He finally stopped lying. He admitted he had nev

He'd lost a lot of weight in just a few days. Stubble shadowed his jaw, and there was nothing left of the confident man he'd once been."Has Arthur been sleeping okay? Does he still not want to talk to me?"He stared at me, desperate for me to say Arthur had forgiven him.I didn't answer. "Just do what you agreed to in the settlement. Don't show up at his school or the house unannounced and corner him."Victor nodded, then asked hesitantly, "If I do everything right from now on, would you ever consider...""I don't want to answer that."His face went gray.After a long silence, he asked quietly, "Could I see Arthur sometime in the next few days?""If Arthur wants to, I'll let you know when.""Could you talk to him for me? I really want to see him..."I frowned. "Victor, do you still expect me to fix things for you?"Arthur gave you more chances than I can count, and you left him behind every time. If he doesn't want to see you now, that's his choice."I'm not going to force him to forg