A Foolish Husband's Mistake

After three years of relentless pursuit, I finally won over Logan—a guy who had never shown the slightest interest in women—and he cherished me like I was his entire world.

On the eve of our wedding, I accidentally overheard one of his friends teasing him, "Logan, are you really ready to step into the grave of marriage for Bella? And what about Joann? She's chased you for so many years. Don't you feel anything for her?"

Logan's voice was cold. "If we hadn't grown up together, I wouldn't even want to see Joann's face. She could never compare to Bella, ever."

So, I held onto dreams for our future, and I married him.

Two years later, at our daughter's hundred-day celebration, Joann came to me in tears, claiming her baby had leukemia—and that only my daughter could save her baby.

Logan's eyes reddened instantly, and without hesitation, he sent our daughter into the operating room to have her blood drawn.

I struggled in the bodyguards' grip desperately, crying and pleading, "Logan, Lily is still so little. She can't take this. She'll die! Please, use the cord blood I stored for her. I'm begging you, let her go."

He kicked me aside.

"It's just a bit of blood. Joann's baby is dying, and you're still this selfish? Get out!"

When the surgery was over, he tossed a divorce agreement at me.

"Joann's child is mine. I have to give them both a name, and I'm taking her abroad for treatment."

I stared at my silent, motionless daughter in the operating room, my heart turning to ash. "Fine."

Six years later, Logan saw me in a baby store, holding the hand of my five-year-old son.

Logan reached out with a pained look, trying to pick him up. "Why did you cut Lily's hair so short? She looks like a boy. What were you thinking?"

"She's the same age as Gracie, so why is Lily so much smaller and thinner? Bella, is this how you raise our kid?

"You ran away from home while I was overseas, and now you've turned my little princess into someone who looks like she crawled out of a slum. You're dressed in rags yourself. What's this—waiting here on purpose to admit your mistakes and beg me to take you back?"

Instinctively, I shielded my son behind me. It was only then that I realized the guy was Logan. And he was holding the hand of a little girl with a look of utter tenderness.

The girl was about Lily's age. But my Lily… had long been gone.

A sting rose in my nose as my gaze shifted to the woman beside him—flawless makeup, couture from head to toe. She was Joann, Logan's childhood sweetheart.

Her familiar smile pulled me back to the days when I had first started pursuing Logan.

Back then, everyone said he was untouchable and indifferent to women. My confessions were rejected again and again.

But I was stubborn. As long as he didn't