His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

Chapter 2

Three years of marriage, fifteen years of growing up together, and this is how little he thought of me.

I didn't bother responding. My dry eyes ached, but I didn't care. Let

him think whatever he wanted. It was all over now.

I dragged my suitcase toward the door.

Sienna's voice drifted over. "Nathan, I heard you were supposed to

take Oliver camping, but I asked you to come see the Northern Lights

with me instead. Is my sister upset because of that?"

Nathan's tone was soft. "It's fine. Camping can wait. But seeing the

Northern Lights? That's a once-a-year opportunity."

word made me laugh bitterly. An overwhelming sadness gripped me, and I quickened

wasn't joking. He rushed over, grabbing my arm angrily. "What are

he stopped mid-sentence, stunned by the hopelessness

a missed camping trip. It's not a big

have cried myself blind in

I thought I saw

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have my secretary arrange it next

He thought our son, dying

He didn't deserve

coldly. "There's no

pushed him away. He hadn't expected the woman who had once clung to him to suddenly reject him. As he tried to gather himself, Sienna's voice interrupted. "It's all my fault. I knew Oliver was pretending to be sick, but I shouldn't

with a child for your attention. Now my sister is furious." Pretending? My stomach churned violently, my mind going blank. When I regained control, I realized I had already slapped Sienna. Nathan's expression, which had softened for a brief moment,

at me. "Doris, have you lost your mind? How could