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.