I Returned With His Son, Now He's Begging Me to Stay

Synopsis

I held the pregnancy report in my hands and served a bowl of hot soup at Richard Blackwell's family dinner. All I got in return was a 200 thousand dollar check and one sentence. "Get out." The scalding soup spilled over my hands, but it burned less than the coldness in his eyes. When I fell into the ocean, I thought everything was over. But I never expected to run into him again five years later, with my child by my side. He got down on his knees and begged for forgiveness. But some wounds had soaked in saltwater for too long. They had already scarred over, and no matter how I tried to peel them back, they only bled again.