But I had never neglected Samuel. I took care of everything in our life in an orderly manner.
I had poured all my love into this family.
But the happy days came to an abrupt end when Winnie came to our house as a piano teacher when my son was 7 years old.
"Miss Xavier plays the piano well, and she is kind-hearted. She really cares about Bryan."
"Winnie is pure and kind-hearted. Rachel, you should get along well with her. I believe you can become good friends."
Samuel praised Winnie in front of me again and again, and even his address to Winnie became more intimate from the initial distance and unconsciously.
Even my son, who used to stick to me and vowed to protect me, began to distance himself from me and would become restless when I was not around.
"Dad, I don't want Mom. She just keeps nagging me every day. I want Aunt Winnie. She's the best. She often takes me to the amusement park and buys me KFC. I wish she was my mom."
Every word he said pierced my heart. In his eyes, my earnest teachings were manipulation, while indulging him was love.
Because of this, Samuel and I had a big fight. When I suggested that Winnie should leave, they both joined forces to accuse me.