My Three Ex - Husbands Cheated on Me with the Same Woman

The day that I divorced my third husband, the system told me that I had completely failed my mission.

I had married three times in this world and they were all targets that were supposed to fall for me. But every single one of them chose to divorce me because of Wendy Somerfield.

The system pitied me for doing my best for the past 30 years, so it asked me to target my son.

It said that if my son could confidently choose me, between me and Wendy, then I could live.

However, it was no exception that the son I gave birth to after 40 weeks of pregnancy chose Wendy, just like my three ex-husbands.

They all even pinned the cause of Wendy's illness on me.

My first husband, who was my childhood sweetheart, pretended to be softhearted, but he was actually ruthless. He actually tried to convince me to donate one of my kidneys to Wendy. My second husband, who I met on a blind date, used a scalpel to personally cut open my body. My third husband, who I fell in love with at first sight, even threatened me with my son.

While spitting out blood from my mouth, I agreed to their requests with a smile.

However, when they saw me being pushed out of the operating room, those people who turned their backs on me went crazy.

When I arrived home in a rush with a cake in my hands, my six-year-old son looked at me arrogantly.

"Mom, why do you have to make a fuss about your birthday? Do you really have to go buy a cake and cause Wendy to be waiting so long for you at home?"

I, who was wiping the rain from my face, was slightly taken aback by my son's words. 'Wendy?'

At that moment, a gentle figure walked out from the living room after hearing the commotion. There was a familiar figure next to her as well.

A familiar accusation sounded. "Rio Shaw, it's been quite a while since our divorce, why have you still not gotten rid of your bad habits?"

I stood in the foyer and was completely soaked. I looked at them with a frown.

"Why are you here? Get out! You're not welcome..."

Before I could finish speaking, my son threw himself at my belly like a cannonball.

I lost my balance and fell backwards. The cake in my hand also fell on the ground.

The cake that I had talked to the baker for three days to make, was smashed into pieces in front of me.

"Who said they're not welcome here? This house is mine! You're the one who should leave!"

I sat on the ground and looked at the son that I had borne for 40 weeks, who was looking at me with a fierce look in his eyes, in a daze.

Wendy reached out and poked Liam's head and said with a gentle voice, "Liam, watch how you speak to