Teaching My Son to Forget His Dad
Ever since I find out that my CEO husband, Rowan Goodwin, is incapable of letting his first love, Megan Dolton—who's divorced and has a child of her own—go, I begin teaching our son, Ryan Goodwin, to address Rowan as "Mr. Goodwin" all the time.
When Ryan is burning up with a fever, Megan chooses to summon Rowan away from us in the middle of the night. As I caress Ryan's scalding forehead, I instruct him to tell Rowan, "Goodbye, Mr. Goodwin."
When Rowan has agreed to attend the teacher-parent conference with Ryan, Megan calls him with tears streaking down her cheeks, claiming that her own son, Nelson Herrera, doesn't have a father to accompany him. So, Rowan doesn't hesitate to ditch us once again.
Without bothering to raise my head, I pass my phone to Ryan so that he can take leave for "Mr. Goodwin" in the parents' group chat.
Every time, Ryan always hesitates for a long time before carrying out my orders.
Later on, Rowan finally realizes that he has owed us far too much. So, he takes the initiative to suggest that we take a family portrait together.
When we reach the photography studio, Megan calls Rowan once again. Her sobs can be heard drifting from the loudspeaker.
"Rowan, can you please come over and pick Nelson up from school? The children at the kindergarten keep making fun of him for not having a father…"
Pity crosses Rowan's expression immediately. He's about to crouch down and explain to Ryan when the latter just waves airily at him without me having to nudge him.
"It's fine, Mr. Goodwin. You should accompany the other child. Mommy and I are the only ones needed for the family portrait."