The Void of Love: Living Without HerChapter 1

I, Mildred Bernal, stayed in the ancient world for Armand Alwyn and helped him become the prime minister.

But after seven years of our marriage, I still couldn't get pregnant.

One day, Armand brought his three-year-old son home.

He said to me, "I have no affection for him and his mother. I just don't want the Alwyn family's child to be homeless."

But he said to the child's birth mother, "Although Mildred is my wife, she is more like my aide. There is not that much love between us."

At that moment, I saw through Armand.

I agreed to let Armand break his vow and marry Estelle Reese.

And I chose to disappear in front of him on the day he married Estelle.

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When I had just drunk a bowl of bitter fertility decoction, I heard Brenda say, "The child is coming."

I used to hate drinking medicinal decoction.

Every time when I needed to drink it, Armand would always coax me.

He would also give me a piece of preserved fruit.

But now, even if Armand was not by my side, I could drink bitter medicinal decoction without frowning.

I wiped the corners of my mouth with a handkerchief and bantered with Brenda, "It won't be so quick, okay?"

After all, there was no way I could get pregnant right after I took the medicine.

I had prayed to the gods and sought medical advice for seven years, but I still hadn't got pregnant.

Brenda showed a worried face, saying, "No, Mrs. Alwyn... It's that Mr. Alwyn brought a child back."

The smile on my face froze.

Before I saw the child Armand brought back, I comforted myself, thinking that maybe Armand just brought an orphan back.

But when I saw their similar eyebrows and eyes, my mind just went blank for a moment.

My mother-in-law, Cheryl Alwyn, had been ill for a long time. But now, she held that little boy in her arms with a happy face, saying with a smile, "Finally! I finally have a grandson!"

Armand keenly sensed me being absent-minded and comforted me, "Don't worry. I won't marry the boy's birth mother."

Upon hearing this, the little boy, Doran Alwyn, pouted and cried, "I want my mom!"

Cheryl hurriedly coaxed him, "Don't cry, my dear!"

After soothing Doran, Cheryl looked at me angrily and said, "Mildred, how can you be so narrow-minded? How can you let this little child be separated from his birth mother?"