They Called Me a Glutton, I Walked AwayChapter 1
At the dinner table, my son Ethan, who was still in kindergarten, suddenly pursed his lips and said,
“Mom, you’re really greedy, and shameless too!”
I froze, unable to react for a moment, not knowing where this accusation came from.
Seeing that I didn’t respond, he furrowed his little brows and continued,
“Even though you’re my mom, you’re nothing compared to Ms. Emily! If only I could choose who my mom was!”
That blatant disgust made my heart sink.
So that was why Ethan had been picking on me these past few days—it was because I accidentally ate the handmade cupcake he had prepared for Ms. Emily on my birthday.
Instinctively, I glanced at my husband Jason, thinking he would step in to help me out.
But he just smiled, ruffled Ethan’s hair, and chimed in,
“Ethan’s right—Mom really is a greedy little pig, isn’t she?”
Ethan’s tense little face instantly brightened. He laughed out loud and nodded vigorously.
At that moment, exhaustion washed over me.
“Well then, since you like Ms. Emily so much, I’ll just divorce your dad and let her be your mom!”
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Ethan’s eyes lit up, full of excitement.
“Really? I can really have Ms. Emily as my mom?”
Before the words had even faded, Jason slammed his chopsticks down, frowning as he said coldly,
“Rachel, what nonsense are you spouting? Ethan’s just a kid! And you want a divorce over a single sentence of his?”
“I swear, not only are you greedy and shameless, you’re also petty! You were the one who secretly ate the cupcake Ethan made for Ms. Emily, and now you’re throwing a tantrum and blaming him? Absolutely unreasonable!”
His scolding was like a bucket of ice water poured over me, chilling me to the core.
Three days earlier, I had found a lopsided little cupcake tucked away in the corner of the fridge.
Next to it was a card in Ethan’s childish handwriting:
“It might not look pretty, but it’ll taste good! Daddy and I made this together! Happy Birthday!”
In that moment, I was touched. I thought it was a birthday surprise from Jason and Ethan.
Carefully, I took a tiny bite, then happily snapped a photo and posted it on Facebook:
“The sweetest birthday gift I’ve ever received. Thank you, my son!”
Within seconds, Ethan’s kindergarten teacher Emily Brooks gave it a like.
Right after that, Ethan called me in a fury on his iPad.