My Husband Adopted His First Love's Son

My daughter passed away due to my mother-in-law's negligence. I became pregnant again, but tragically, I had a miscarriage.

When I returned home after my dilation and curettage procedure, I saw my husband playing with a five or six-year-old boy, assembling building blocks.

A woman’s intuition told me that this child had an unusual connection with him.

Sure enough, he was the child of my husband’s first love.

Without hesitation, he proposed adopting the boy, and I glared at him. "Why should I?" I quirked my eyebrows as I spat.

However, Patrick was adamant about his decision. He spent the entire night trying to convince me, always bringing up the topic of adopting the child.

But my stance was clear. "Absolutely not!" I firmly refused.

"Andrea, I never thought you could be so cold-hearted!"

This remark from Patrick completely ignited the anger burning inside me. Clutching my still-aching abdomen, I retorted, "Cold-hearted? Patrick, how dare you say that to me?"

Patrick furrowed his brows slightly, attempting to control his emotions. He reached out to grab my arm, and said, "Let's stop arguing. My decision won't change. You'll need to adjust."

When he tried to pull me into his arms, I abruptly pushed him away.

"Adjust? Why should I?" I snapped.

"Since you have your principles, I have mine. Let’s get a divorce."

I continued, and broke free from his grip and turned to grab clothes from the wardrobe. I didn’t want to stay in this house another minute.

"Fine, Andrea. You want a divorce? Then let’s divorce!" Patrick erupted, shouting at me.

With tears in my eyes, I packed my daughter’s photo into my suitcase and walked out of the bedroom.

In the living room, my in-laws were standing there, along with that little boy.

My mother-in-law, Eliza, shot me an annoyed glare.

"What’s all this noise in the middle of the night? Kevin just got here—don’t scare my grandson."

I let out a cold laugh. "Yes, congratulations. You finally have your precious grandson. I wish your family a lifetime of happiness."

With that, I headed for the door, and Eliza immediately flew into a rage.

"Patrick, look at your wife! What kind of attitude is this?"

I suddenly stopped in my tracks and turned to glare at the meddling woman.

"My attitude towards you is already considered good. I've been in this family for nearly six years. Do you not know how I’ve treated you and this household?" I clapped back.

Eliza trembled with anger, unable to utter a word for a long time, and then turned to her son for backup.

But before she could speak, I cut her off. "Patrick, I once thought your greatest virtue was your filial piety. I believed that a man who respects his parents couldn’t be all bad. But now, I have to admit—I was blind."

Patrick stared at me in disbelief, and sputtered, "Andrea, what’s gotten into you? What nonsense are you spouting? I just brought a child home!"

If he hadn’t mentioned the child, I might not have been so enraged. But as soon as he did, my fury exploded.

"Patrick, you’re not worthy of even talking about children. You’re nothing but scum!"

That remark finally pushed him over the edge. He grabbed me and shoved me toward the door.

"Andrea, you crazy woman! Why did I even marry you?" he roared.

"Well, our feelings are mutual, Patrick. Don’t forget to finalize the divorce tomorrow."

As I was about to walk out, a thought hit me: why should I leave?

I turned to them and intoned coldly, "Oh, I almost forgot—this house was bought with my money. You all should be the ones leaving!"

Dragging my suitcase back to the living room, I commanded them to leave in a firm tone.

Now, it wasn’t just my mother-in-law and Patrick who went crazy; even my father-in-law lost his temper.

"Andrea, you’ve always been reasonable. Why are you being so reckless today?"

I sneered. "I used to be reasonable because I saw you as people. If you refuse to leave, I’ll show you what true recklessness looks like."