My Ex’s Jealousy and My Six Perfect Kids

Though I wasn't fully aware of the situation at Silas's home, I could guess a lot from the sorrowful expression on his face.

Without wasting a second, I immediately placed my hands on my hips and, trying to look fierce, shouted, “Which little troublemaker said Silas doesn’t have a mom? Step forward!”

Since Silas was the rebellious type, I decided to play along by adopting the cold, elegant persona, strolling in with my small designer bag shining brightly in my hand.

“Are you really Silas's mother?”

The kids looked at me with a mix of doubt and curiosity.

“Of course! Can’t you see? Just look at the two of us standing here.”

I placed the bag on Silas's seat and then casually draped my arm around his neck.

“Then why have you never come to any parent-teacher meetings?”

“I’m very busy. I work at a national secret base, and I just don’t have time for such trivial matters.”

I threw out some random bragging.

The kids hesitated for a moment.

“Really? But you look so young. How could you be a scientist? Aren’t scientists all old men, like Einstein?”

I pulled out a set of chocolate airplane models I’d prepared earlier, teasing them that they were handed out at the base for Christmas and that regular kids could never get their hands on them.

“Of course I’m smart enough to become a scientist at such a young age. Don’t believe me? Then I guess you won’t be getting any chocolate.”

The kids couldn’t resist my sweet persuasion. One by one, they raised their hands, claiming they believed me.

Then, they eagerly reached out for the chocolate in my hands.

One little girl, after getting an airplane-shaped chocolate, shyly came over to me and said, “Auntie, you’re so pretty, like a fairy.”

The other kids nodded enthusiastically.

I smiled and patted their heads, feeling touched by their honesty.

At the parent-teacher meeting.

The teacher even invited me to take the stage as the first representative. My words, just the right mix of pride and affection, perfectly showcased a mother's love for her child.

As the applause of the parents echoed in the room, I gave Silas a wink from the doorway.

My professional skills? Undeniable!

The meeting concluded, and the parents began to leave one by one.

A soft, innocent voice suddenly called out from the hallway, “Mom, is that you?”

I turned around, and sure enough, it was Felix.

I felt a lump in my throat. “Felix, how’s the new mom treating you?”

I opened my arms wide.

Felix eagerly said he missed me, leaving my emotions in a tangled mess. Just as he was about to throw himself into my embrace, Cedric charged in and grabbed the child, pulling him away while glaring at me. “Elara, stop getting close to him. I don’t want him anywhere near a woman like you!”

I sighed deeply.

The reason Cedric and I got divorced was because of our son, Felix Hale. I couldn’t bear children, and Felix was an adopted child of Cedric and me.

But as Felix grew older, he started to look more and more like his father.

Same small eyes, same high nose bridge…

Driven by curiosity, I took a sample of Felix's and Cedric’s hair and had a paternity test done.

Sure enough…

The results confirmed it: Felix was Cedric’s biological son.

He was Cedric’s love child with another woman.

I’m someone who cannot stand being lied to. After sending the child to his grandmother’s house, I threw the paternity test report in Cedric's face that very night.

Cedric was about to explain himself, but when he saw the results, he didn’t bother pretending anymore.

“You’re right, Felix isn’t my adopted son. He’s my biological child! Let’s get a divorce!”

“Forget about my infidelity—do you think you’ve done nothing wrong? Just look at you! You’re more muscular than my uncle! Where’s the femininity?”