My mother-in-law thought that what my father and his illegitimate daughter were asking for was for a mistress to rise to the top. But, we didn't expect that after five years, she would come back to steal my husband from me.

“Rebecca, I really don't know that she is so greedy. I just think that Benedict will love and appreciate you more one day and you two will live happily ever after without any third party like this.”

I looked at Liliana quietly and smiled ruefully. For the past five years, I felt that she treated me like her own daughter. But the cruel truth made her good to me, all tasteless.

My mother-in-law trembled as she took out a yellowed divorce agreement from her bag. She stuffed it into my hand.

“Rebecca, I know that paper can't wrap fire after all. Once you know the truth it's impossible for you to stay!”

I looked down at everything she had prepared five years ago. I suddenly laughed. In my mind, I said, ‘Oh God, how ironic my life’.

Five years ago, Lilian knew her son was so wrong, but she let me fall into the abyss. Five years later, she also knew that she couldn't stop Benedict and hoped that I would fulfil his love.

I signed the divorce agreement. Then I hugged Eugene's cold body so tight. We then got into the car to go to the funeral home.

My mother-in-law held the car door and choked. She said that she wanted to give Eugene a grand funeral.

I briefly said, “He doesn't need it, Mom.”

I actually didn't want the Mortimer Family to dirty Eugene's reincarnation path. My mother-in-law took back her hand and whispered to me that I could take the ashes away. She would send Eugene off with relics. She let me go free and I didn't interfere with her choice.

***

I went home with Eugene's urn. The movement of opening the door disturbed the entangled man and woman on the sofa.

Benedict gathered Adelaide's scattered clothes for her. He said carelessly, “I thought you weren't coming back today, Rebecca.”

I didn't want Eugene to be dirty by the mess on the floor. So, I held the urn tightly back to the bedroom. Benedict was ignored, wrinkled his eyebrows and looked at the door. He was not waiting for the expected figure.

Benedict suddenly asked, “Did you leave Eugene with my mother again? You hurry to pick him up and apologize now. I won't care about his mistake of frightening his aunt, Rebecca.”

His patronizing tone made me feel nothing but amusement. I asked in my heart, ‘An illegitimate daughter who killed my mother and son and stole my identity is also worthy of being my son's aunt?’

I slowly raised my eyes and stared at him. I then took a breath for a while.

I then said clearly to him, “Eugene is dead, Benedict.”

Benedict was stunned for a moment after hearing my words. His eyes burned with anger.

He asked firmly, “Are you sick? In order to help the child to avoid responsibility, even dare to tell this kind of lie?”

Benedict immediately called the old mansion. He wanted to ask the servant to send Eugene back.

The maid at his old mansion said with a grief tone, “Mr. Benedict, the young master has been taken away by the young lady.”

Without waiting for the maid to say more, Benedict hung up the phone. He then yelled at me, “Rebecca, do you think you can threaten me by hiding Eugene? If you have the ability, you can hide him for the rest of your life, making him as invisible as a rat in the gutter, Rebecca. Just like your father’s illegitimate daughter!”

I tugged the corner of my mouth lightly. I was too lazy to expose his ugly face.

He said again to me, “Come on, Rebecca. Why are you silent? Quickly explain it to me right now!”

Benedict pulled out his cell phone and clicked on a video. He then directly disliked it in front of me.

“Now that Adelaide is back, it's time for me to show you that you're nothing to me, Rebecca!”

In the video, it was the scene of him coaxing me to sign the organ donation agreement five years ago. He was full of affection and promised me that even if I had an illegitimate sister who couldn't see the light of day, he would still love me for the rest of my life.

When the picture turned, it was him swearing to Adelaide, who was pale on the hospital bed at that moment. Benedict was willing to sacrifice his own happiness as long as he could save her.

Benedict looked at me fiercely. On the other hand, I didn't know what else to say.

He explained, “Did you see it clearly, Rebecca? You have to know that I married you only because I had no choice! In these five years, I kept telling myself that you had donated your kidney to make up for it so that I could hold back my nausea and continue to act like a loving couple with you.”

I actually didn’t care about what he said right now. Unfortunately, he still continued his words, “I hope you can remember that it was you and your mother who were at fault first. You have to know that donating a kidney is the best way of paying off your debt! ”

His anticlimactic comments amused me to no end. I just asked in my heart, ‘Wasn't the illegitimate daughter he spat on and despised with his mouth his sweetheart?’

Being snickered at by me, Benedict became irritated. He took out a card and threw it at me.

“Take the money and hurry to get this face fixed, Rebecca. Whenever I see you look like Adelaide, I feel sick!!”

Once, when he was warming up to me, he said he loved my face the most. But he didn't know that Adelaide's face showed that she had done it.

I met Adelaide’s gaze full of complacency and provocation. She was calm as water. Benedict did not wait for the expected begging for mercy. His heart was inexplicably flustered.

But soon, his uneasiness was completely enraged by my ambiguous smile. Benedict turned around and took out a box of cakes from the refrigerator. He heavily slammed it on the table.

“This is the birthday cake that Eugene begged me to buy. You'd better be sensible and bring him out to recognize his mistake, otherwise, don't expect me to give him a birthday party in the future!”

It was the first time Benedict bought a birthday cake for our son, Eugene Mortimer. Unfortunately, the cake collapsed due to external forces and revealing the mango inside. I was shocked that Benedict didn’t know that his son was allergic to mangoes.

I caressed the urn in my arms. Then I laughed with tears in my eyes.

I replied to him loudly, “As you wish, my husband. Eugene is really dead. So, there will be no birthday celebrations for him anymore. I swear to you. ”

Benedict's face was suddenly gloomy. Adelaide, who was on the side, covered her mouth hypocritically.

She exclaimed at me, “Rebecca, is it still okay for me to forgive Eugene? If you don't want him to apologize, you don't have to curse your own son, right?”

Benedict was enraged. He suddenly slapped away the urn in my arms with force.

“Rebecca, can you recognize your own position? Don't think that just because you gave me a son, you'll succeed in your position!”

I scrambled to hold the urn out. I held it tightly in my arms.

“Benedict Mortimer! You've already helped her steal everything from me, right? So, why do you still want to kill my son?”

He then realized that he had missed his words and called out my real name. His face reddened as he tried to explain.

I exposed him coldly. “Benedict, Adelaide is the mistress you spit on. Her mother is also a mistress!”

He realized that he couldn't hide it anymore. Benedict then smashed the urn with a sullen face.

He shouted at me, “Enough! The one who is not loved in love is the mistress. Since you know I love her, you shouldn't have combined with my mom to put on a show. Now you're even making an urn to seek bad luck. You're really as cheap as your mother, Rebecca. I know that you also know that you're not loved but still using all means to fight for a favour!”

The urn was smashed. The ashes were scattered all over the floor. I knelt on the ground and gathered them with my hands like crazy. Meanwhile, my tears fell uncontrollably.

“Oh, no, my son, Eugene.”

Benedict looked on with cold eyes. He gave me an ultimatum.

Benedict explained, “I will give you a month to have plastic surgery, Rebecca. Then you are not allowed to appear in front of me with this face again, okay? For the sake of our past relationship, as long as you behave yourself and don't make trouble with our son, I will come to see you once a month”

After he finished speaking, he turned around to change the clothes soiled by the ashes. Adelaide still looked at me. She then stepped on the back of my hand.

Adelaide taunted me in a lower voice, “Rebecca, I thought your mother's death would teach you a lesson. You deserve your son to die for snatching a man from me!”

I replied briefly, “My mom and I never miss anything we like.”

At this moment, I was certain that the car accident that caused my mother's tragic death was not a casual accident. I could no longer hold back the anger in my heart. So, I stood up and slapped her hard on the face.

Benedict heard the commotion. He rushed out and kicked me to the ground.

He shouted at me, “Rebecca, you're looking for death!”

He used all his strength in this kick. I couldn’t believe my husband was hurting me so much that I curled up and couldn't move.

I forced myself to hold back the surging blood that was churning. I looked at them fiercely.

I shouted, “You're the ones who deserve to die!”

As the words fell, I spat out a mouthful of blood uncontrollably. I was struggling to get up to hold the remaining ashes at this moment. Benedict was so annoyed that he lifted the cake and smashed it hard on the ground.

Eugene's ashes were instantly submerged in the mango cake all over the floor. My Eugene shouldn't have died and been treated like this. Looking at the few ashes left, my eyes glazed over and blood gushed out of my mouth one after another.

Benedict was stunned by the way I spit out blood. The throbbing pain in his heart made him hastily squat down to check on me. But in the next second, his cell phone suddenly received a message:

[Mr. Benedict, we accidentally discovered that Eugene Mortimer is not your biological son.]

Benedict was stunned for a split second. He slapped me across the face.

“Rebecca, how dare you? Isn't it just that I asked you to donate a kidney, but you cheated on me and asked me to raise a bastard?”

I was slapped to the point of dizziness. My nose was bleeding.

On the other hand, Adelaide held him back hypocritically. “Benedict, don't fight like this. Marriage is a blessing for a husband and wife.”

Benedict shook off Adelaide's hand. He threw more punches on me.

Adelaide shouted, “No wonder you hid that bastard! It turns out you are really shameful, Benedict.”

Benedict lost his mind and thrashed me at this moment. He made me so painfully unconscious that I instinctively defended myself.

I said softly, “Eugene is not a wild seed, Benedict.”

He replied firmly, “Bullshit!”

He lost control of his grip on my neck. “The DNA report is out, Rebecca. How dare you still argue like this?”

Only when my face turned purple, Adelaide pulled Benedict away. She protected me behind her. But she took the opportunity to attach herself to my ear.

She whispered, “You can't die, Rebecca, otherwise no one will appreciate the good show.”

Benedict finished cleaning the dirty blood from his hands. He threw the used wet towel on my face.

“Take your wild seed and get out of the Mortimer Family! If you dare to appear in front of me again, Rebecca, I'll beat you up once I see you!”

He coldly dropped these words. Benedict then turned around to leave with Adelaide in his arms.

On the other hand, I endured severe pain all over my body. It took me half a day to clean up a small amount of ashes. I packed up everything that belonged to me and my son.

I knew what should be thrown away, should be thrown away and what should be burned, it should be burned. The blazing flames were burning, just like my heart that wanted to take revenge.

My mother-in-law came at some point. She looked at me covered in blood stains, so distressed that she shed tears.

“Rebecca, it's my fault that my son was a bastard like this. I want to recognize you as my goddaughter, to make up for him and to make up for you.”

I shook my head and calmly refused. “He and I will fight to the death, Mom.”

The hatred in my eyes made my mother-in-law fall to her knees and apologize. Unfortunately, it didn't make my heart soft.

In my mind no matter how good she was to me, it was all for Benedict. Even if she knelt until the end of time, she couldn't get back the lives of my mother and my lovely son.

After I hired someone at a high price to investigate my mother’s car accident case back then, I took Eugene to church to pray together. I also personally knelt in front of Jesus and my heart asked for blessings and salvation for my son and me.

“My son, if you are given the chance to live again in the universe, make sure you find parents who love you more than I do.”

At the same time, in the Mortimer Family's old house, my mother-in-law held a grand funeral for Eugene. Unfortunately, the absence of Benedict caused a lot of discussion among the guests. The mother-in-law didn't give up and continued to call his son.

“Benedict, today is Eugene's funeral. You must come to see him off for the last time.”

Benedict impatiently interrupted, “Mom, can you stop fooling around with that bitch? It's just a wild seed, even if he really dies, it has nothing to do with me!”

Liliana was shocked. “Bastard! Eugene is your own son, Benedict. How can you say that?”

The mother-in-law was so angry that she staggered. Benedict listened to the mourning music and suppressed the uneasiness that welled up in his heart.

He continued to put out harsh words at this time. “That wild seed won't really be dead, right? Then I'll arrange for people to set off fireworks throughout the city to celebrate his good death! Otherwise, he will be the disgrace of my life!”

My mother-in-law covered her chest and tried with all her might to say something else. Unfortunately, she only spat out a few mouthfuls of blood and finally collapsed unconscious. The funeral was interrupted because my mother-in-law fainted.

When Benedict was taking Adelaide around to unlock new postures everywhere, he didn't know that his mother had been declared dead by the doctor. Until his elder sister, Xaviera Mortimer interrupted the good thing with a whip.

Benedict asked loudly,“ Xaviera, what are you mad about?”

Xaviera ignored his nakedness and answered with a whip, “Benedict, you are so filial! For the sake of this vicious woman, first, you killed your own son and now you're pissed off at our mom!”

Xaviera's eyes were red. The whip in her hand lashed the two people who were running around wildly.

Benedict thought he was hallucinating from the pain at this time. He then sucked in his breath backwards to ask, “What did you say, Xaviera?”