Lost in thought, I was jolted back to reality by my phone buzzing on the bedside table.
[You've received 50,000 dollars on your card.]
I checked the transfer message.
It read: [From Mom.]
I steadied my thoughts, deciding not to return the money. After all, I deserved it.
After a few days in the hospital, my mother-in-law brought me back home to recover.
She promised me that the day my confinement period ended would be the day she helped finalize my divorce from Sean.
With her promise, the restless ache in my heart finally began to settle.
That night, the director of the orphanage suddenly called me.
She said she had found my birth parents, but they had died a long time ago.
But they left me a letter and a key.
I was required to go to the local police station in their hometown personally to collect the letter and key left by my biological parents.
After jotting down the address, I was about to slip the note into my phone case when I heard the door open.
Sean pushed the door and walked in.
As he came in, I smelled a strong odor of alcohol.
Before I could speak, he collapsed onto the bed beside me, eyes closed. "Mom told me to live a good life with you from now on," he muttered.