He Left Our Son Dying for the Son Who Was Never His

Harry had always disdained Leo for being 'sick'. As if it was his fault to be diagnosed with diabetes at such a young age.

But, the reason why Leo was born diabetic was Harry himself, and part of me for being too blind in his love.

I still remember the day I was working as a waitress in the five star restaurant of our city when a millionaire had booked the whole table, decorated the whole restaurant with red and black balloons.

Not just that, he barged in the restaurant's kitchen and prepared a cake himself– to propose his girlfriend.

But, the moment that should have come out romantic and pleasing turned into humiliation and joke as he played the voice message of his girlfriend.

"I'm sorry, Harry. I find my love in Jayden. We are shifting to my London's apartment that you gifted me last year."

"Thanks for being with me all these years. You will always be in my heart just like a good old friend."

The world tilted for him, for us as well. That's when I stepped up. I watched the cake I had seen him preparing with utmost love and care.

"If you don't mind, Sir, can I keep this cake?" I asked,

"Why?" He looked up at me, his eyes filled with surprise. He, for sure, had not expected this. I should have been whispering and snickering like all the other waitress.

But, here I was, showing no remorse at all.

"You are definitely going to dump this cake, and I can't bear the thought of such a beautiful cake to be dump. Why not letting me eat then?" I said, I was a foodie back then.

I saw his pupils shrieking for a moment before he finally said, "Fine, take it."

I didn't mind people's eyes at me. I simply sat before him and ate the cake while he kept watching me until I finished the cake.

Only then did he ask, "What's your name?"

"Darcy..." I said.

That's how we met and soon get married. He loved making cakes and cookies for me and I appreciated his gesture.

Even when I was pregnant and doctor's adviced to reduce sugar intake, he didn't stop.

And, watching him putting so much effort in preparing those sweets for me, I didn't have the heart to refuse him.

I always thought he loved making cakes for me because it reminded him the day we first met which made everything romantic and memorable.

It was only when his first love returned to his life that I realise he never made those cakes for me in the memories of our first meeting, but because Claire loved cakes and cookies.

He even had courses just to make cakes for Claire himself. He just made those cakes for me because he was used to doing those stuff for Claire.

And, I was just a substitute for him to fill his empty heart, someone who could distract his mind until his true love comes back to him, a tool to keep himself busy.

Every "I love you" Harry had whispered felt like a counterfeit coin. Every late-night tray of cookies he brought to my bedside during my third trimester, a slow poison for my son—the sweets that had spiked my blood sugar and likely triggered Leo’s condition—wasn't a gesture of care for me. It was a rehearsal for a woman who wasn't there.

I stroked Leo's hair for one last time before I finally let him go.

I rushed back home to prepare for Leo's funeral, my mind still racing through the past five years.

When I arrived home, Harry was having breakfast with Claire and Jake.

Claire sat before him and Jake in between them. Harry was peeling an apple for Jake while Claire was wiping off his lips. A picture perfect family portrait.

I ignored them and walked past the dining hall. However, my legs paused in mid-stride as Harry's voice echoed through my ears.

"How is that lad doing?"

He finally asked, after abandoning him for his mistress's son.

My hands were clenched, eyes turned red in rage as I turned back, "What do you think would have come out of our son after you abandoned him, Harry?"

"Stop being so dramatic and just tell me how is he doing." He spat, "Do you think it's only you who cares about him?"

"So, you care?" I smirked as I walked closer to him. "If you really cared about him, you wouldn't have been here enjoying your breakfast while you son breathed his last."

Harry froze at his place. His face paled as he stared me in disbelief,"Wh-What did you say?"

The tears that I had barely suppressed a moment ago, streamed down my cheeks as I declared."My son, Leo... He is gone, Harry."