In the past, I had fantasized many times that if only Ethan would comfort me after hurting me, I wouldn't blame him.
But now, his softening stance could no longer redeem anything. Likewise, this also included Andrew, who only called me 'Mom' when he missed me.
I pulled his small hand away and pushed him toward Ethan's front.
"Your custody has been awarded to your father. I will pay you child support regularly from now on, but you just can't live with me anymore."
Hearing this sentence, my son's eyes widened in shock. "Mom? Do you not want me anymore? I want to live together with you!"
In the past, I had tried to keep him with me many times, but he was a complete living replica of Ethan, domineering and utterly spoiled. "I don't want to live with Mom! I want to live with my stepmom!"
