My Son Called His Father’s Mistress “Mom”—Until I Walked Away
WindchaserFamilial BondTragic LovePlot TwistsGirl PowerBiasIndependenceWinning Back the WifeRemorse Family
After three years of marriage, we became the couple everyone in the city envied. I truly believed Edmund and I would be happy forever—until my sister, Avery, returned.
Everything changed. My husband’s constant favoritism toward her and my son’s growing coldness left me unable to carry on.
On Christmas Day, I walked into the courthouse.
When the judge asked me one last time if I wanted to fight for my son’s custody, I simply shook my head.
“Your Honor, I waive my right to custody, and I agree to the divorce.”
Out of our seven years of marriage, two had been spent trapped in endless legal battles. I was utterly exhausted.
This time, I chose to let go. I dialed a number and called my old professor, Robert, overseas.
“Professor Robert, that research project you mentioned before... I’m in.”