The Widower I Never Meant to Be

The tense atmosphere hung thick in the air.

I was only looking at Sarah, but she did not dare look back, nor did she dare to admit her real identity. She was behaving very…shiftily.

Suddenly, the clock rang midnight.

Luke wiped away his tears and said to Sarah, "It's fine. It's really nothing. Thank you, Aunt Stella. Even though the cake is destroyed, I can still make a wish.

"I wish that Aunt Stella can live the life that she wants. I wish her all the happiness. I also wish my Daddy happiness."

I lowered my head in disbelief. Luke had always known that Sarah was his mother. Even if she had faked her death and pretended to be Stella, he had always called her 'Mommy'.

This was the first time he called her Aunt Stella.

"Luke…" Sarah looked at her son in disbelief, as if trying to find an answer in his gaze. She had fantasized countless times about what her life would be like if she had married Greg instead of me, instead of having Luke. How great that would be.

However, when her own son called her 'Aunt Stella', she started to panic.

Luke turned around and grabbed my hand. "Daddy, let's go."

I swallowed my heartbreak and patted him on the head. "Okay."

Sarah suddenly went up and grabbed my hand. "Where are you two going?"

I shrugged her hand off and said calmly, "Back to our rooms to rest."

She sighed in relief. "Yes, it's late. You two should get some rest. It was my fault tonight. I'll make it up to Luke with a big cake tomorrow."

Greg suddenly said, "Honey, why are you making up to him? You didn't do anything wrong!"

Sarah instantly came to her senses when she heard what Greg said. She realized she was acting out of the ordinary. "It's nothing. I mean, I did promise him after all…"

I took Luke and left the scene. I made a call and got someone to pick us up tomorrow. I packed up through the night without getting any sleep.

Early the next morning, I bid farewell to Richard and Barbara.

"I think your advice was good. A child needs a mother. I'm going to remarry and start a new life."

Barbara reprimanded, "You've gone mad! My daughter has just passed away, and you're going to take my grandson away to remarry?"

I looked at her quietly, saying, "Mom, since Sarah has chosen to abandon us and resume another identity to live the life she wants, Luke and I equally have the right to choose our own lives.

"I won't be inviting you to my second wedding. We won't have to see each other again, ever. Have a good life."

I got to them so well, they could not respond.

The person I called to pick us up came early in the morning. As the car left, Sarah returned with a cake that she had bought.

When she didn't see Luke around, she asked, "Mom, where did Michael and Luke go?"

Barbara sighed deeply and said, "Michael has left with Luke. He's going to get married again…"