Loathed Wife of the Wicked Billionaire
It was a realization that pierced through my heart, a burden I carried silently as his father.
In the quiet of our house, after Athro had drifted into peaceful slumber, I sat alone, grappling with the weight of my role as a sole parent. I allowed myself a moment of vulnerability, tears streaming down my face as I mourned not only for Athro's loss but for my own as well. The ache was deep, the void vast, but in that moment, I made a silent promise to myself—I would continue to be both mother and father, to give Athro a childhood filled with love and memories, embracing him with all the strength I possessed.
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