To Please Her Secret Lover, She Let Our Son SufferChapter 1

My wife had spent every cent of our savings and even plunged us into debt, all to treat her father’s illness.

By day, I juggled three jobs. By night, I took my son along to collect junk, doing whatever it took just to scrape by.

Then, one evening, while delivering food to a luxury hotel, I caught sight of something that made my blood run cold. There she was, my wife, alongside her supposedly deceased father, smiling as they sang a birthday song to her first love’s son.

Envious chatter from the hotel staff drifted to my ears.

“President Lancaster really dotes on the young master. She booked the entire venue for his birthday; it must’ve cost hundreds of thousands!”

“Hundreds of thousands? That’s nothing! I heard she’s handing out gifts too, ten grand each!”

I stood frozen, staring blankly at the joyful scene unfolding in front of me, a picture-perfect family drenched in luxury.

No one there knew that her real son was lying in a hospital bed, burning up with fever.

He’d gone out in the rain to gather recyclables just to help ease his mom’s burden.

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Even in that state, my son looked up at me, eyes dim but voice soft.