As for me, his real mother—I gradually became the unwanted, embarrassing presence.
Sensing the shift in my husband and son, I once tried to gently ask about it.
But all I got in return was Jason’s impatient scolding,
“Rachel, you’re just a housewife. All you do is overthink! Emily studied abroad, she’s worldly and cultured! Do you think everyone is as narrow-minded as you?”
At the time, I convinced myself that maybe I was imagining things.
Until my birthday—when Ethan accused me of ruining the cupcake meant for Emily. That was when I finally saw the truth of my pathetic situation.
My dear son and my dear husband had spent an afternoon together in the kitchen, making a cake with their own hands.
But who among them remembered that it was also my birthday that day?
Exhaustion swept over me.
I closed my eyes briefly, then said,
“I’m not being difficult. Like you said, children don’t lie. Since he wants another mom so badly, I’ll grant his wish.”
“I’m tired, Jason. Back then, I gave up everything to follow you here to New York City, a place where I had no one. Looking at where I’ve ended up today, I don’t blame anyone but myself—for being blind enough to believe in you!”