Love Story1–Chapter 1
My husband didn’t love me, nor did he love the child we had together.
On the day our son was born, he didn’t even spare a glance before tossing him into my arms.
Later, his first love returned from abroad.
The man, who had always been cold and distant, got drunk at home for the first time. With a smile,
he held our child in his arms.
surprised, our son wrapped his arms around the man’s neck and whispered to me, “Mom, what’s wrong with Uncle?”
I squatted down, pulling him into my arms, my eyes red as I explained, “Uncle’s favorite person has come back, so we shouldn’t bother him anymore. We’re moving out, sweetheart.”
After putting my son to bed, I returned to the guest room, opened my laptop, and started drafting the divorce agreement.
This was the seventh year of my marriage to Harvey Landon.
It was also the seventh year we had lived apart.
Now, I had finally decided to let him go..
“Knock, knock.”
The door creaked open, and my seven–year–old son walked in, clutching his toy airplane.
“Mom, are we really going to move out?”
He looked at me, his eyes full of reluctance.
“But Uncle hugged me tonight. Does that mean he’s starting to like me?”
I froze for a moment, a wave of confusion washing over me.
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In seven years of marriage, Harvey Landon had never allowed our son to call him “Dad.”
When our son was two, Harvey took him to the supermarket. On the way, they ran into someone he
knew.
Because my son accidentally called him “Dad,” Harvey put him down–this little boy who had just Tearned to walk–and made him walk home by himself.
By the time we got home, my son had fallen countless times. His knees and palms were scraped and bleeding.
When he was four, my son begged for a long time before Harvey Landon finally agreed to take him to the amusement park..
But once again, because of a single innocent “Dad” from my son, Harvey let go of his hand.
He let a four–year–old child get lost in the crowd.
When we finally found him, my son was hiding in a bush, crying so hard he could barely breathe.
From then on, my son learned to call him “Uncle,” and our family became nothing more than a joke.
Thinking about this, my nose stung with emotion, and I couldn’t help but pull my son into my arms.
“Lucky, Uncle’s favorite person is coming back. We can’t stay in this house any longer.”
His
eyes
to me.
dimmed for a moment before he hurriedly held up the toy airplane in his hands, showing it
“But Mom, Uncle gave me a gift tonight. If he doesn’t like me, why would he give me a gift?”
His expression was so eager, so desperate to prove that he was a child his father cared about.
I opened my mouth, but no words came out.
What could I say?
What was there to say?
Should I tell him that Harvey was happy because his first love was returning?
Or should I tell him that this gift was only given because of another woman’s influence?
I couldn’t say anything.
{ could only swallow the bitterness and heartbreak, and like always, use a polished lie to shield my
child.
kissed his forehead and wiped away my tears where he couldn’t see.
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This was a mother’s illusion, maintained even through the deepest pain.
Suppressing the urge to sob, 1 forced a smile and asked, “Lucky, if Mom wanted to take you away from Uncle, would you be willing to go?”
My son’s body stiffened for a moment before he softly asked:
“Do we have to leave?”
“I still haven’t had the chance to call him Dad… openly.”
I could no longer hold back my tears. Biting my lip, I said, “Lucky, Uncle… he doesn’t want us to stay
in his house anymore.”
“Mom will take you away, okay?”
My son pulled back his hand, clutching the toy airplane tightly to his chest. After a long silence, he finally spoke:
“I want to give Uncle three more chances. If… he really doesn’t like us, we’ll leave him forever.”
Closing my eyes, I agreed to my son’s request.
“Okay.”
Harvey Landon, my son and I are giving you three more chances.
After three, you’ll have no place in this family anymore.
