My Son Chooses Another Woman Over Me

Shaun Harrison came home with Jaxon Harrison in the middle of the night.

I sat on the couch and checked the time.

It was 12:05 a.m.

I nervously said, “Please don’t keep Jaxon out so late. He has school tomorrow.”

Jaxon looked annoyed. “No one cares about that, so why do you?”

“I…”

I wanted to say it was because I was his mother, and only a mother would care.

But I felt mentally exhausted to say anything, so I stayed silent.

Jaxon yawned, and Shaun took him back to his room.

The whole time, Shaun did not even look at me.

Then, he went straight into his room and closed the door.

I sat on the couch, stared at the papers on the coffee table, and was lost in thought.

Maybe letting go was the best choice.

With that thought, I gathered my courage and knocked on Shaun’s door.

“Come in.”

I heard his cold voice and took a deep breath.

I instinctively tightened my grip on the papers.

When Shaun saw me, he frowned. “What’s wrong?”

His room smelled of women’s perfume.

It came from the suit on the couch.

It was the same perfume Stellar Johnston, my so-called sister, liked to wear.

“Shaun, let’s get a divorce,” I finally said.

A weight lifted off my chest.

I handed him the divorce agreement.

“I won’t take anything. I know your mom won’t let me take Jaxon, so you can have his custody. I only hope you’ll let me go.”

Shaun did not get as angry as I thought he would. He calmly said, “Okay, but don’t regret it after you sign this agreement. From now on, I won’t help you with anything, even if you beg me for it.”

I nodded. “Fine, it’s a deal.”

He quickly agreed to the divorce and signed the papers just as fast.

Maybe he had been thinking about this for a long time, too.

After signing, he handed the papers to me.

“When can we finalize the procedure?” I asked.

He looked at the calendar. “The day after tomorrow. I have nothing planned then.”

“Okay.”

When I was about to leave, Shaun said, “You don’t need to see Jaxon anymore. I’ll take good care of him.”

“Okay,” I said firmly. “I won’t come back.”

I had wasted so many years of my life.

I even thought this place could be my home.

It was time to wake up from that dream.

This time, it was not them who did not want me.

It was me who did not want them.

I did not have many things at home, so I packed quickly.

Even when I left the house, Shaun did not come out of his room.

I took a cab with my suitcase to the Johnston family’s mansion. I stood at the door and hesitated.

In the end, I pressed the doorbell.

Mrs. Wilson opened the door.

When she saw me, her face froze for a moment.

Then, she said with a