The Son I Raised Was Hers

Synopsis

Five years ago, a sudden fall down the stairs sent me into early labor. Though my son survived, I lost my uterus to a severe hemorrhage, forever ending any hope of having another child. Thus, I poured all my love into my only son, Easton. He never called me "Mom," a pain I quietly accepted with understanding and guilt. But one evening, I overheard a conversation between him and my husband. "Daddy, when are you going to divorce that woman? "All my other friends live with their moms. Why can't I?" My husband patted his head gently. "Be good, Easton. To keep you with me, I already made sure Ariana lost her baby and can never get pregnant again. "Good boy. Don't ask for too much, okay?" The child I had cherished for five years was actually my husband's lover's child.