A Broken Mirror Can Never Be Mended; I'll Just Buy a New One

Married for seven years, my wife has never loved me, much less me and her child. On the day our son was born, she didn't even look at him before tossing him into my arms. Later, her "white moonlight" (a term of endearment for a man who loves another woman) returned from abroad. This usually cold woman, for the first time, got drunk at home, smiling as she held our child in her arms. Our son, surprised and delighted, hugged her neck and whispered, "Daddy, what happened to Auntie?" I knelt down, hugged him, and explained with red eyes, "The person Auntie loves is back, so we shouldn't bother her anymore. We have to move out." I took our son back to his room to sleep and then went home...