Chapter 89
I can't seem to figure out what's happening. My mind was still in turmoil, and still can't believe that this day would ever come. My heart was happy and at the same time, it was in deep sorrow seeing my son be comfortable with Emory, with no hesitations in his eyes, and with love in his orbs whenever Sloan looks at her. I envied her and hoping it was me. It should be me he'll call mom in the future. It should be me that carries him with love and gentleness. It should be me taking care of him instead of Emory. But what can I do? Nothing. It was her who was there for Sloan since the day he was born. It was Emory — his Auntie who was there for him when I was unreachable. But was it my fault? They took him away from me, they became selfish like it was them who gave birth to him. Like it
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