Love Gives Life Anew

I recognized the plastic bag at a glance. It was the one I'd set aside for Logan's medical expenses.

My eyes stung with tears as I lunged for it. "Who said you could take my money?! Christina, give it back!"

I grabbed her hair with all my strength, desperate to reclaim it. She, however, clenched the money like it belonged to her.

By now, more shoppers had gathered, forming a tight circle. That's when Bryson appeared, carrying Christina's child.

"Selene, what do you think you're doing?!"

The next second, someone yanked Christina and me apart.

I lost my balance and slammed the back of my head against the counter.

A cacophony of glass shattering erupted—countless shards slashed across my face.

It felt as if my heart had been ripped open, blood gushing, pain sharp and unrelenting. The only relief was that I had placed Logan safely in the nearby cradle just moments before.

Bryson helped Christina to her feet, his gaze cold as he lowered his voice slightly.

"Have you gone completely mad?!"

I let out a bitter laugh, tears suddenly spilling down my cheeks.

No matter what I said, Bryson wouldn't believe a single word. So why argue?

If the money was gone, I'd sell off my family heirloom. I would not allow Logan to suffer any longer.

I wiped my tears fiercely and looked at Bryson.

"Check the accounts for yourself. After all these years of marriage, see how much of your money I've spent."

In the past, I'd worried about him working hard, carefully giving him and Logan the best I could. I probably spent less than 100 dollars a year on myself.

Bryson paused, his expression softening slightly. He took two steps forward, then stopped, not pursuing me further.

For the next two days, I focused solely on earning money through my crafts, paying no attention to whether Bryson returned home.

That night, as I went to bed, I noticed something under my pillow.

By the moonlight, I saw that Bryson had left two envelopes. One contained a tattered collection of bills totaling 1,000 dollars, the other, a few new notes, totaling 1,000 dollars.

I didn't return them. Every penny was now a hope for Logan to grow up healthy.

But just as I was about to rest, the door to the guest bedroom burst open with a kick.

I looked up to see Bryson, eyes blazing with anger.

"Selene! Didn't you promise me a divorce? Do you have to push Christina to the brink to get your way?!"

I didn't understand what he was saying at first.

Then Christina approached, covered in red paint, looking utterly pitiful. Tears streaked her face as she sobbed, "Bryson, I believe Selene didn't spread the rumors on purpose. Please don't blame her…"

Bryson's fury intensified. He yanked me in front of Christina, teeth gritted.

"Kneel and apologize to Christina right now. Then make it clear that the one who 'stole' someone else's husband is you, not her!"

His grip on my wrist sent pain shooting through my arm, but all I felt was absurd irony.

Bryson, usually so calm and shrewd, lost all clarity when it came to her.

I yanked my hand free. "Why should I?"

Her reputation was important, but so was mine.

My refusal ignited a rage in Bryson I had never seen before.

I thought he might simply force me to confess, but instead, he grabbed my wrist and dragged me into the confinement room.

"Until you've reflected on your actions, you'll stay here!"

Without another word, he left.

Inside the confinement room, I wrapped Logan in my arms and watched the clock tick.

Not long after, the iron door creaked. Christina entered, carrying a thermos.

"Bryson feels a little sorry for you and told me to bring you some soup… to warm you up."