Reborn My Dying Son and the Wife Who Betrayed UsChapter 1
I am the most generous man for miles around.
The factory director's wife's older sister's husband brought his son to stay with us, and he looked enviously toward the master bedroom:
"This bedroom is so spacious and beautiful. If we could live here, Tommy would definitely be able to temporarily forget the nightmare of his mother's death..."
Jasmine Sullivan was still hesitating, and I smiled and proactively picked up the bedding. "It's okay. It's the same if I squeeze in with my son."
On the day the snow fell the heaviest, Jasmine drove the factory vehicle to pick up our son from school.
Her childhood friend's son suddenly cried and said he was cold, but the factory vehicle could only seat two people.
Our son immediately smiled understandingly, his small body shouldering his backpack as he rushed into the snowy road: "Mom, I can just walk home."
Everyone praised me as a rare good husband and good father, and my son was also so sensible.
I just smiled, because only I knew that my son and I had both been reborn.
In my previous life, after she favored Derek Vance and his son again and again, I made up my mind to get a divorce.
But not long after the divorce, my son was diagnosed with leukemia. With no way out, I begged her to put up money and use connections to get a match for my son.
But she decided I was faking an illness and ruthlessly drove me out.
In this life, I no longer crave her true feelings. I only ask that my son can enjoy the resources he deserves and live safely for a lifetime.
...
When my son got home, snow grit was mixed into his shoes and socks, and most of his body was already soaked through.
His little face was frozen red, and just like in my previous life, he was burning hot.
But he still forced up a smile and smiled at me. "Ethan's fine. I made Dad worry."
It felt like the tip of a needle stabbed into my heart, sour and painful.
With red eyes, while I changed my son into dry clothes and fed him fever medicine, I thought again of memories from my previous life.
In my previous life, my son didn't give up his seat to his wife's older sister's husband's son, and instead wanted to come back first to see a doctor.
But she decided he was throwing a tantrum and cruelly left him at the school five miles away for the whole night.