I stared in a daze at the young boy's innocent face, and suddenly realized I had been reborn.
His wide, innocent eyes were studying me, though I could see a flicker of disgust in them.
I watched this "loving father and son" scene, pinched myself hard, and barely managed to suppress the overwhelming hatred I felt inside.
Slap!
I slapped Adam across the face.
Rowan's smile froze, and he immediately questioned me angrily.
"What are you doing? It's the kid's first day here, and you're hitting him? Don't you know how to be a mother?"
I calmly opened my hand, revealing a dead mosquito.
"Honey, I was just trying to keep Adam from being bitten by mosquitoes. Why are you so tense? Don't tell me having a kid means you don't love me anymore?"
I pretended to tear up. Rowan glanced at both me and the child, flustered, before gently trying to comfort me.
"Honey, that's not what I meant. Adam isn't even our biological son. How could he be more important than you?
"Tell you what, I'll take him to my parents' place. That way, you won't get jealous, and you won't have to worry about anything. You just focus on your career. I'll handle things at home."
He was about to leave when I grabbed his arm.