“Mommy, I missed you so much!” Marcus threw his tiny arms around Claire, clutching her like a lifeline. Tears and snot smeared her sleeve as he buried his face into her, his voice breaking with emotion.
Looking at Marcus, who was finally showing some affection towards her for the first time since he started speaking, Claire felt, for a brief moment, that her son truly needed his biological mother.
But this was a scene she had imagined countless times before—only to end up with the same bitter result.
She had fantasized about such a scene countless times before, but what had she ultimately gained? He acted spoiled in Charlotte's arms, treating his biological mother like a servant.
She couldn’t allow herself to be soft-hearted anymore. She had once put him above her own life, but now, he
