[Wife Chasing Crematorium｜Reunion｜Cute Baby｜Abuse of the Male Protagonist]
Three years after my divorce, I lived alone with my son.
The night Xiaoning had a high fever, I met my ex-husband Fu Shenyan in the emergency room.
He stared at the three-year-old boy next to me, his eyes red: "How old is he?"
I said three and a half years old, premature.
He didn't expose it, but quietly changed the ward and blocked the door holding the fever-reducing patch:
"The surveillance is turned off. Let's talk about the custody of our son."
I threw out a photo of my marriage certificate with my backhand: "Mr. Fu, is it appropriate to harass a married woman?"
The next day, he knelt in the heavy rain, soaked to the skin, and smashed my door with a paternity test:
"The misdiagnosis report back then was false - I found a brain tumor after I left, so I don't dare to drag you down..."
I looked at this man and thought of the three years of prenatal care, my life, and every night I spent alone.
"Fu Shenyan, why do you make decisions for me?"
He couldn't get up from his knees:
"I'm not here to snatch the child, I'm here to kneel down and beg you."
This is a story about "the price of misunderstanding" and "delayed redemption".
It's not that he doesn't love, it's that he loves too deeply so he doesn't dare to drag her down;
It's not that she doesn't want to look back, it's that those three years of tears need an explanation.
