Natalie was in a foul mood, having had a fight with her boyfriend.

She sent him a message, asking to meet up for a drink.

Without a second thought, he left our son—on his birthday—and rushed to her side, terrified that something might happen to her.

Just one message saying she was back in the country and he was overjoyed.

He couldn’t wait to run after her.

Message after message, filled with suggestive, intimate words..

I felt like I had fallen into a frozen abyss.

My chest clenched with agony.

So this is what it feels like—to love someone so deeply, only for that love to tear you apart.

Their last outing?

It was on March 7th—the same day Samuel was kidnapped.

I still remember how I had frantically messaged James, begging him for help, telling him our son had been taken.

And he’d simply replied, disbelief in his tone.

[Who would kidnap Samuel? It’s probably just a prank.]

While I was out of my mind with fear, searching for help from the police, he was out in the countryside with Natalie, stargazing and holding her in his arms.

When Samuel was finally found, his body had already given up.

He was gone—dead in both body and soul.

I had begged James to help me find the person who did it.

He said yes.

But behind my back, he was comforting Natalie, whispering,

“I’ve taken care of the kidnapper. He won’t get the chance to say anything.”

So this is love.

Love that lets you protect a murderer—your own child’s killer—and hide the truth to shield her.

Hatred surged in my chest. I trembled with fury.

Then I found something in his phone.

A video. My fingers shook as I tapped to play it.

On screen was the kidnapper—his face contorted with rage.

“This is unfair! The person who ordered me to kidnap the Klawn Family’s young master was Natalie! If you want revenge, go after her! She made me do it!”

“She promised me a million. All she wanted was for me to take the fall and never expose her.”

Then came the voice I would never mistake.

James’s voice.

Cold. Unfeeling.

He appeared in the video, face emotionless.

Even the kidnapper was stunned.

“Isn’t Samuel Klawn your son? Why are you still helping that woman—Natalie?”

And James replied, “The son of the Klawn Family can’t be a weakling with a heart condition.”

“His mother coddled him too much. Now that he’s dead, it’s the best outcome.”

The best outcome?

He thought our son’s death was ideal.

I wanted to laugh.

The hatred inside me burned hotter than ever.

To him, I was a substitute. A look-alike.

But Samuel—he was our only child.

What did he ever do to deserve this?

I took a deep breath, saved the video and forwarded it to my own number.

Then I deleted every trace and called my lawyer.

“Please help me draft a divorce agreement.”

Once everything was in place, I asked Natalie to meet me.

She showed up with her usual fair skin and a fake, sweet smile.

As soon as she arrived, she “accidentally” bumped into a vase, sending it crashing to the ground.

Then she turned around and shamelessly claimed that I had smashed it.

Back then, no matter how I explained, James always believed her.

He thought I was jealous, acting out of spite.

At the time, I couldn’t understand why he’d trust her so blindly.

Now, it all made sense.

But every time I looked at her, all I could see was the image of my son—lifeless and at peace.

I forced the storm inside me to settle and pulled out the divorce agreement.

In a calm, quiet voice, I said, “As long as you can get him to sign this, the title of ‘Mrs. Klawn’ is yours.”

Natalie stared at the papers, disbelief in her eyes.

She let out a snort, lips curled in mockery.

“You used that face of yours—that face that looks like mine—to get him to marry you. And now you expect me to believe you’re willing to divorce him? Please.”

I looked at her coldly.

“Believe it or not. After what happened to Samuel, I’m done”

“As for James… if you want him, you can have him.”

The moment she heard my words, her face darkened—but she quickly covered it with a cold, bitter laugh.

“Give it to me? He liked me first! You’re the one who stole everything that should’ve been mine.”

Seeing her so angry, I raised my eyes and looked directly at her.

“Stole? You fished for James for so long and in the end, you were the one who ran off to another man overseas.”

“Now that he doesn’t want you anymore, you come running back to meddle in someone else’s family.”

Her expression twisted instantly. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Whether it’s true or not, you know the answer. I don’t really care. But if you miss this chance, you won’t get another.”

Back when Natalie first reappeared, I had a feeling something wasn’t right, so I quietly started investigating.

But before I could confront James with the truth, my son was murdered.

Natalie narrowed her eyes and sneered.

“I didn’t think a stupid woman like you would actually dig that far. But even if I did all that—so what? James said the person he loved from the beginning to the end was me.”

A sharp pain lanced through my heart. I’d known it deep down, ever since Samuel died.

I didn’t want to argue anymore.

“Just answer me—yes or no?”

Natalie’s expression slowly twisted into a smug grin.

“If you really want a divorce, why don’t you tell him yourself? Why are you setting a trap and waiting for me to do it? Unless... you know something?”

Her tone dropped coldly with those last words.

I replied calmly, “I want a divorce because of my son.”

“The Klawn Family has always buried their dead in the family cemetery. But I don’t want my son locked away in there—”

Not next to the woman who helped kill him. My heart echoes.

“I want to burried him where I want to. But I know James would never allow it.”

That was the real reason I needed to leave.

Natalie finally believed me.

When she saw the name I’d signed at the bottom of the agreement, a victorious smirk crept across her lips.

“Fine. I’ll do it.”

Not long after, I received the divorce agreement—James’s signature on the dotted line.

Just like that, the relationship that had lasted nearly seven years was over.

I stared at the document in a daze.

Then, with a clear head, I sent the video evidence to a friend at the news agency.

I told them to schedule the story for release in exactly seven days.

After that, I booked a one-way flight overseas.

The departure date—also in seven days.

James knew none of this.

At our son’s memorial, he gently took my hand, his voice soft with affection.

“Amy, you’ve been here day and night. You must be exhausted. Let me take over today.”

His mother chimed in too.

“You don’t look well, dear. Go home and rest.”

I stared at the photograph of my son—his small gray face forever frozen in time—and shook my head.

“No.

Today’s the last day.

I want to stay with him a little longer.”

Seeing how firm I was, James sighed helplessly and leaned in to kiss my forehead.

“Alright. I’ll get some work done and come back to be with you later.”

As he walked away, I watched his retreating back with a bitter smile.

Work? Or was he going to meet Natalie again?

From the window, I saw his car parked out front. He didn’t drive off right away.

Moments later, Natalie slipped inside.

The car sped off.

My vision dimmed. My heart, already in ruins, turned completely to ash.

That night, James returned. I was still kneeling at the altar.

Halfway through, I stood up and went to the restroom.

But when I came back… I heard a voice echoing from the hall.

Natalie.

“James, let me give you a son too, okay?”

She was pressing his hand to her stomach, draping herself over him like a snake.

“You know how much I want to carry your child.”

James grasped her hand, panting as he lifted her into his arms.

“Baby, let’s go to the bedroom right now. You can have as many as you want.”

Natalie let out a low, seductive laugh.

“But I just want it to be here... okay?”

His voice wavered.

“No... this is Samuel’s memorial hall.”

Natalie coiled her arms around his neck and whispered seductively, “That’s what makes it exciting. Don’t you want to?”

James was already breathing heavily—and moments later, their moans echoed through the solemn space.

I stood frozen in the distance, watching it unfold with my own eyes.

My fingernails dug so hard into my palms they nearly drew blood.

This was my son’s memorial.

How dare they?

I forced myself to stay calm, raised my phone with trembling hands and recorded the entire scene.

If they could be this shameless, then I wouldn’t let them walk away without consequences.

***

The next day, after Samuel’s body was burried, in the afternoon I once again visited my son, to showed his favorite things that he left before he was kidnapped.

But then just as I turned to leave, Natalie appeared.

She stared at me sharply.

“Amy, James’s already upset. Please, just apologize. Don’t go against him.”

My vision blurred with tears. I glared at her.

“You promised me. You said if I divorced him, you wouldn’t say anything. You promised!”

Hearing the word divorce, James froze.

“Who divorced? What divorce?!”

Still pretending.

I curled my lips into a bitter smile.

“No matter what, I’m just visiting Samuel today.”

His face darkened.

“Amy, can you stop being unreasonable?”

“Even if you’re angry and going crazy, you cannot take Samuel’s remains!”

People around us began murmuring, trying to calm the situation.

“She should stop making a big deal out of the child’s death. Their child deserves rest in peace.”

Peace?

How come?

His father could sleep with his mistress who had killed him.

I let out a cold, empty laugh.

Then met James’s eyes, my words slicing through the air.

“What if Samuel wasn’t a member of the Klawn Family?”

His expression twisted in shock.

“What are you saying? If he’s my son, he belongs to the Klawn Family.

I clenched my hands into fists, ready to say more—but then, Natalie suddenly lunged forward.

I saw the flash of malice in her eyes. She grabbed something in my hand harshly.

“Amy, let me help you detach from him.—”

CRASH!

The wooden box shattered against the ground—Samuel’s music box. His most favorite thing that I’ve given him since he was two years old. It was all now breaking into pieces.

“NOOO!!”

My chest caved in with the weight of it.

I dropped to my knees, legs collapsing beneath me.

I clawed desperately at the floor, trembling hands trying to gather what little was left of my son's memories.

“No... no... I just wanted to take this with me… How did everything turn into this?!”

Tears poured down my cheeks, my heart split into a thousand pieces—and then I felt a foot slam down on my arm.

Natalie stood over me, her eyes gleaming with false concern.

“Amy, I didn’t mean it. I was just scared you two would fight…”

Her voice was soaked in fake innocence.

I couldn’t hold it in any longer.

I raised my hand and slapped her across the face.

“You meant it! It’s one thing to target me, but why did you have to do this to me and my child?! He was just a little boy!”

Natalie gasped in horror and collapsed to the floor.

Clutching her cheek, she burst into tears and turned to James, her eyes brimming with fake innocence.

“Amy’slost her mind!

“James, are you really going to let her hurt me?!”