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Abandoned by Husband and Son

My five-year-old son Walker made his birthday wish after blowing out the candles, his innocent words cutting deep: "Daddy, Aurelia is old-fashioned and ugly. I want Aunt Louisa to be my mom." Fletcher didn’t stand up for me. He simply smiled and wished that Walker’s dream would come true. That night, I drove away from the estate, and Rodrigo, the security guard, greeted me politely, "Ma'am, heading out to get medicine for Mr. Stevens and the little one again? When will you be back?" I glanced at the home I'd lived in for a decade, and without a hint of regret, I replied, "I won't be coming back." When Walker made his birthday wish, the room seemed to freeze. My smile faltered, and I instinctively turned to Fletcher, expecting him to back me up as he always had, but he didn’t correct Walker. Instead, he gently told him, "Then I hope your wish comes true." Walker, thrilled by Fletcher’s response, clapped his hands excitedly. "I'm going to have a new mommy!" Even though I knew kids speak without filter, Walker’s words cut me deeply. He used to love me as his mother, but everything changed with Louisa's arrival.
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Chapter 3

Louisa joined the Stevens Group in my fourth year after having Walker. A graduate from a top university, she was graceful and smart, with impressive business skills. Even as an intern, she caught Fletcher's eye and was quickly promoted to be his secretary. From then on, Louisa and Fletcher's relationship grew increasingly close. They traveled frequently for work, staying at the same hotels.

The first time I argued with Fletcher, my emotions spiraled out of control. I insisted he fire Louisa. He watched my outburst with a detached gaze, as if seeing through my poor performance, and replied coolly, “Louisa is just a recent graduate, unaware of any hidden agendas. She’s quite innocent; even if she unknowingly offended you, you shouldn’t blame her. My relationship with her is strictly professional—it's not what you think.”

I was stunned, looking at him as if I didn't know him at all. My husband, the man I had been with for many years, seemed to think I was being petty and seeking attention. Fletcher couldn’t see the disappointment and hurt on my face. Instead, he warned me coldly, "Aurelia, don’t let me down. If I find out you’ve acted against Louisa, it’ll be the end of us."

Every part of me screamed to leave, but I held back. I couldn’t bear to leave Walker, the child I almost lost bringing into this world. Walker was adorable; his first word was “Mom.” My once sweet little boy used to care for me and constantly tell me he loved me.

After feeling disappointed in Fletcher, I focused my energy on Walker. Walker was born with a hereditary stomach condition, so I was very careful about his diet. I spent countless hours learning recipes and preparing various snacks for him. But I don’t know when it started; Walker refused to eat anything I made. Later, I found out it was because Louisa secretly fed him junk food every time she visited.

When I confronted her, Louisa feigned innocence and claimed it wasn’t her intention. Fletcher believed her and, instead, accused me of being too harsh. The most serious incident was when Louisa gave Walker ginger ale, causing an emergency hospital visit. Louisa turned the situation around, publicly accusing me of being heartless in front of the medical staff. I was furious, and my argument with her became intense.

Fletcher rushed from the office to the hospital and, upon entering the ward, pushed me aside forcefully. Shielding Louisa behind him, he snapped at me, “Enough, you almost harmed Walker, and now you want to hurt an innocent person?” My back hit the wall, leaving me in pain, struggling to breathe. Even Louisa didn’t expect Fletcher to push me in front of everyone, leaving her too shocked to keep up her act, instinctively saying, “Mr. Stevens, your wife…”

Everything went silent; the physical pain grew worse, and I slid down the wall, squatting at its base. Only then did Fletcher seem to realize, guilt on his face as he hurried over to help me up. “Aurelia, I acted impulsively. You'll forgive me, won’t you?” I remained silent, full of disappointment.

The most heartbreaking part was when Walker woke up; he sided with Louisa, pointing the finger at me—just because Louisa had promised to take him out for pizza. He lied to make me look bad. Louisa easily won over Fletcher and Walker’s trust. Fletcher allowed Louisa to take Walker out every weekend. In just a year, she captured the hearts of both father and son, leaving me as the detested housewife.

Fletcher was convinced I loved him too much to ever divorce him. With Walker, it was even more obvious. Apart from being strict about his diet and activities, I gave in to his every other need. They knew I wouldn’t leave them, which is why they continued to hurt me over and over again.

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