So, I threw on a coat and went to the Sage family's house.
As soon as I entered, I saw Cynthia sitting in the living room with a worried expression. When she saw me, she sighed with regret.
"I heard what happened yesterday. Weston's taken after his mother's stubborn streak. He's a handful, but you raised him with your own hands. There's no way he doesn't care about you. I believe that once he grows up a little more, he'll understand everything."
"Moreover, are you really willing to give up the family you've worked so hard to keep together all these years?"
I froze for a second, caught off guard.
Was it really a family when there was never any love to begin with?
Cynthia's son, Jayden and Fiona were childhood sweethearts. They grew up together innocently and naturally became a couple as adults, eventually marrying.
Their relationship was excellent, the envy of everyone.
Sadly, Jayden died in a car accident five years ago. Fiona aged a lot overnight and has become silent since then.
Cynthia knew Weston needed a mother, but she didn't trust anyone else to step in. In the end, she came to me and asked me to marry Fiona and raise Weston in Jayden's place.
Over the past five years, I've poured my heart and soul into managing everything within the household and raising Weston into the exceptional child everyone sees. In my spare time, I would also try to ease Fiona's worries and lift her spirits.
Even so, I never received a moment of genuine affection from either of them.
To Fiona, I was nothing but a utility. She'd only come to me when she had physical needs. Other than that, she wouldn't even say a single word to me.
Weston hated me because of things he'd heard from others. He hated me so much he probably wished I'd just drop dead.
To me, a place like this had nothing to do with the word "home."
Unable to persuade me otherwise, Cynthia had no choice but to give up. She handed me the agreement, telling me I would be free once I signed it.
The elation in my heart was hard to contain. I quickly signed my name on the agreement.
By the time I got back home, it was already evening.
I tried to open the door with my key but found the lock had been changed. Confused, I knocked on the door and called out, but no one answered.
Just as I was about to call the housekeeper, Weston walked out with his arms crossed, looking at me with pure disgust.