I had raised my child for six years, and upon seeing my ex-husband for the second time, my son clung tightly to his leg and refused to let go. "Mommy, I can't live without Daddy. Please, reconcile with him." "If you don't reconcile with Daddy, I don't want you as my mommy anymore!" Standing three meters away, I watched the two of them—their expressions of threat and smugness so eerily similar—and my heart went cold. "Fine. Go with your dad," I said. An ungrateful little brat. I'm done.
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