My Husband Gave My Children to Another Woman

Chapter 3

Owen set down the bowl and took a seat on the nearby sofa.

His gaze remained aloof, yet his words wrenched Jane's heart like an invisible grip.

"When my mother was critically ill abroad, Serena was the one who took care of her. Though we couldn't save her in the end, it was Serena who ensured my mother had a peaceful, dignified passing without suffering. It's only natural that I feel grateful to her."

Hearing his words, Jane swallowed hard, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

"There were countless ways to show your gratitude. Why did it have to be this? Why choose to be with her? And why give her all five of our children?"

Her fists clenched until her nails nearly pierced her palms.

"Am I not your wife? Why do you never tell me about this? Why have I always felt like nothing more than an outsider to you?"

Her rising voice acted like a fuse, instantly igniting Owen's temper.

He whirled around, his tone turning razor-sharp.

"What use would telling you have been? Do you have her family background? Her connections? Her access to those life-saving, exorbitantly priced specialist drugs that kept coming without end?"

Each word sliced like a blade.

"You can't even support yourself without my help. The fact that you don't drag me down is already the greatest blessing I could ask for."

Jane's pupils contracted violently. She stood rooted to the spot, lips trembling slightly, rendered speechless.

Never had she imagined such words would come from the man she'd been married to for five years.

Five years he'd spent abroad tending to his mother's illness, while she'd held down the fort at home, caring for his elderly grandparents on both sides.

She had given up everything just to keep his home steady. And yet, in the end, in his eyes, she had become his greatest burden.

She, too, had been raised as the apple of her parents' eye.

Their sudden deaths had shattered her, yet she'd given Owen every last penny of her inheritance, without strings attached, to fund his business.

Now she stood here, utterly defeated. Her eyes reddened as tears threatened to spill.

Sensing he'd gone too far, Owen's tone softened slightly, adopting a placating note.

"Jane, can't you see? Our children are fine. Stop making a scene."

He paused, as if offering her a way out. "Rest assured, as long as you don't make a scene, we can maintain our relationship like this. There is still a place for you in my heart. I'll still send you money every month. Isn't that fair?"

Jane's tears finally spilled over.

Her voice emerged hoarse, laced with bitter self-mockery.

"What am I to you? Your mistress?"

Owen's face darkened slightly, but before he could speak, Serena's voice called from outside.

"Owen? Are you there? The children are looking for you."

He didn't even have time to explain before hurriedly getting up and leaving.

Jane stood frozen in place, watching through the c***k in the door as her husband rushed toward another woman.

Meanwhile, her children were with that woman, gathered around her, calling out to her, a scene of perfect harmony.

She was the one who didn't belong there.

She suddenly laughed.

As she laughed, unbidden tears rolled down, fat drops splashing onto her hands.

Slowly, she pulled out her phone and made a call.

"Jeffrey, about that volunteer program you mentioned earlier… I've decided to join."

A delighted voice answered on the other end. "Really? That's wonderful! You're welcome to join us anytime!"

Jane gave a soft "Mm" before hanging up.

Once, for Owen, she had wrenched herself away from the professional path she was proud of.

This time, she no longer wanted to orbit around anyone.

She just wanted to become the person she wanted to be.