When I first met Sarah, I already knew she had someone in her heart.
The three of us—Sarah, Michael, and I—were college classmates. I had witnessed their passionate love story, and I knew that when Michael had to choose between love and his future, he chose his future.
So when Sarah later came to me and suggested we be together, I knew full well she was only doing it to spite Michael.
At the beginning, I reminded myself constantly that Sarah didn’t really love me. But as time went on, with Michael gone, Sarah gradually changed—moving from indifference to genuine warmth.
After graduation, we naturally ended up together. Until that moment in the delivery ward when I saw Michael again, I had truly believed Sarah loved me.
The thought made me let out a bitter laugh. My gaze fell on Ethan’s bottle beside me, and my eyes softened.
No matter what, I still had my son. As for Sarah—if she wanted to chase her old love, I could let her go. But I had to fight for custody of Ethan.
With my mind made up, I began packing my things and Ethan’s into a suitcase.
When Sarah and Michael came back, laughing together, they froze at the sight of the luggage in the living room and me checking through it.
Sarah’s face fell.
“David, what are you doing?”
I paused.
“You’re just in time. While it’s still early, let’s go get our marriage certificate.”
I said it calmly, as though it were an ordinary matter.
Sarah’s smile stiffened, while Michael’s eyes lit up.
“David, are you done yet?”
Sarah grew impatient, thinking I was being petty.
I stayed silent.
When I still didn’t answer, Sarah stomped her foot in anger and ran out. Michael shot me a look before hurrying after her, nearly bumping into Mrs. Johnson, who was carrying Ethan.
Confused, Mrs. Johnson immediately turned to me.
I looked at Ethan in her arms, gently taking him.
“She’s upset. Mom, why don’t you go talk to her?”
Mrs. Johnson glared at me, muttering as she walked out.
“I knew you were heartless. My daughter bore you a son. If it were Michael, he’d be worshiping her right now. But you? You don’t care at all.”
This wasn’t the first time Mrs. Johnson had compared me to Michael. Ever since I’d been with Sarah, she had never once treated me kindly.
In her eyes, I could never measure up. Back in college, Michael was top of the class, from a wealthy family, and now he was successful in his career.
Meanwhile, I had always been ordinary, just another office worker after settling down.
I had no doubt—if Sarah wanted to get back together with Michael, Mrs. Johnson would cheer her on wholeheartedly.
In the past, I endured her attitude for the sake of her approval, even when she called me useless.
But now, since I no longer cared about Sarah, I didn’t need to keep pleasing Mrs. Johnson.
Cradling Ethan, I spoke to her retreating figure.
“Mom, if you can’t stand me, then let your daughter divorce me and marry Michael.”
“You—!”
Mrs. Johnson pointed at me, so furious she couldn’t even form words.
Then, suddenly, she swayed and collapsed backward.
I barely had time to react before Sarah’s shrill scream filled the air.
