For His Mistress, He Sacrificed Our Son and Me

At our son's second birthday party, an innocent mistake turned into a nightmare; he unknowingly drank an entire glass of liquor. By the time we realized, it was too late. His tiny body was convulsed from alcohol poisoning.

Felix Young shattered in an instant. He clutched our son, his hands trembling as he bolted for the hospital, his voice hoarse from screaming for help. The moment they wheeled our child into the emergency room, he collapsed at the door, sobbing and begging the doctors to save him.

But fate was merciless. Our son survived, but the damage was irreversible; he was left mentally impaired.

On my way to the hospital, I never made it. A brutal car accident nearly took my life. I barely survived.

Half a year later, I stumbled upon a conversation outside the study. I hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but the words sliced through me like a blade.

"President Young, you’re truly ruthless. You even had the heart to harm your son. When you ordered me to force liquor down his throat that day, I almost couldn’t do it."

"And Adeline Green… she’s already suffered enough, yet you still arranged that car accident to get her heart for Gianna."

"Artificial hearts only last five years. Are you willing to let her spend the rest of her life trapped in endless surgeries?"

Felix’s voice was hoarse but unshaken. "I had no choice. Gianna risked her life, knowing her condition, to give birth to my child. I can’t give her a proper title, so the least I can do is make sure her son becomes the family's sole heir."

"As for Adeline and the boy… I’ll take care of them for the rest of their lives. That way, they’ll never be a threat to Gianna and her child."

So that was it.

My son, my flesh and blood, was nothing more than a pawn, discarded without hesitation.

And I was nothing more than a sacrifice for his love.

Fine. If that was what he wanted, I’d grant his wish. I’d disappear completely.

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A trace of pity laced the assistant’s voice when he spoke again. "Adeline’s body is already on the verge of collapse. Why are you still coaxing her into donating blood for Gianna?"

A heavy silence followed before Felix let out a weary sigh. "I don’t want to, but Gianna's condition hasn't improved even after getting a new heart. She told me her doctor said her heart isn’t getting enough blood flow… maybe receiving Adeline’s blood will help."

Tears blurred my vision, hot and unrelenting. My mind reeled back to the day he had gently taken my hand; his voice laced with concern as he suggested taking me to the hospital for a blood donation.

Ever since my heart transplant, I had been plagued with dizzy spells, my body frail, my nights filled with the taste of iron as I coughed up blood. I had hesitated. I didn't dare agree too quickly.

But he had pleaded so sweetly, whispering that it was for our son to bring him blessings.

He knew my heart too well, knew exactly how to pull my strings and weave his lies so seamlessly that I had believed him.

Now, I finally understood.

There were no blessings, no prayers.

I was nothing more than a walking blood supply for the woman he truly loved.

I pressed my hands over my mouth, stifling the sobs that threatened to break free.

I no longer had a heart, yet the pain was unbearable.

The bird’s nest soup bowl slipped from my trembling hands, crashing to the floor. Porcelain shattered into countless shards, scattering across the cold tiles.

Glass fragments pierced my bare feet, sending sharp stings through my skin. But that pain was nothing compared to the agony ripping through my chest.

Footsteps sounded from inside the study.

Panic clawed at me, but I forced myself to move. Clutching my chest, I stumbled back to my room.

My gaze fell upon my son’s sleeping face, his small chest rising and falling in peaceful slumber. My emotions crumbled and my vision blurred with unshed tears.

He had only just learned to call for his father, his soft, innocent voice filled with trust.

And yet, Felix had destroyed his mind.

The thought of him spending the rest of his life trapped in a haze of confusion shattered me.

Ever since the accident, I had drowned in guilt, blaming myself for failing to protect him. But I had never imagined… never once suspected… that the man I loved had been the one to harm him.

Felix. My husband. The father of my child.

He had done this just to clear the path for another woman.

My baby was so young, so helpless. How could he be so cruel?

The love I had cherished, the love I had clung to, had been nothing but a cruel joke.

A ridiculous, unforgivable joke.

I lifted my gaze and met Felix’s eyes.

Terror flickered within them. Yet he still wore that same gentle smile, as if clinging to the illusion that I remained oblivious.

His voice wavered. "Adeline… were you just outside my study?"

I didn’t bother hiding my wounds.

Instead, I smiled. Calmly. Coldly.

"You’ve been working so hard taking care of our son lately," I said softly. "I made you some bird’s nest soup."

My lips curved as I glanced at the shattered pieces on the floor.

"But I was clumsy and dropped the bowl. I didn’t want to disturb you, so I stayed quiet."

He let out a quiet sigh of relief before pulling me into his embrace.

"Silly girl, how did you hurt yourself like this? My heart aches for you."

His voice dripped with tenderness as he cradled my foot, his gaze filled with what seemed like genuine distress. A perfect performance. If I hadn't known the truth, I might have believed it.

But I knew better.

His heart had long belonged to someone else. My child and I are nothing more than roadblocks in his grand pursuit of love.

I said nothing, watching silently as he rummaged through the firstaid kit. His fingers worked carefully, applying medicine to my wounds with a gentleness that once would have soothed me. Now, it only made my skin crawl.

When he finished tending to my injuries, he took my hand, his voice soft as ever.

"Adeline, we should go to the hospital to donate blood."

The words sent a shiver through me. My body tensed instinctively, my fingers curling away from his touch.

"Felix… I've been vomiting blood these past few days," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. "Please… don’t force me."

For the briefest moment, hesitation flickered across his face. But before he could respond, his phone rang.

He turned away from me, answering without a second thought.

From the other end came a frail, tearful voice, Gianna Mitchell’s voice.

"Felix… my chest hurts so much… The doctor said I need a blood transfusion immediately. When will you be here?"

When he hung up, a flicker of panic flashed in his eyes. Without hesitation, he swept me into his arms.

"Adeline, be good. If you're scared, I'll stay with you while they draw your blood."

His words carried the illusion of comfort, but no warmth was behind them.

I stopped struggling, letting despair sink its claws into me. My lashes fluttered shut as exhaustion dragged me under.

He shoved me into the car, speeding toward the hospital with ruthless urgency. The ride was brutal; every jolt rattled my frail body, making my vision blur. By the time we reached the blood collection room, my stomach twisted violently. A sharp pain seared through me and I coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Felix gently wiped the corner of my lips, but his touch was mechanical, devoid of true concern. Then, without a word, he pressed me down onto the chair. A silent command passed from his eyes to the doctor.

The cold sting of the needle pierced my skin. Instinctively, my fingers curled around his sleeve, desperate for an anchor against the searing agony spreading through my chest.

I wanted to beg, to speak, but my voice was gone.

Just as the world began to slip away, I heard the doctor’s urgent voice, filled with concern.

"Mr. Young, your wife is already in a fragile state. If she donates too much blood, she won’t survive!"

Felix’s expression turned to ice, his gaze sharp and merciless as it landed on me.

"Enough. Give Gianna however much she needs!"

"If it's not enough, bring the child here too. No matter what it takes, I won't let anything happen to Gianna."

A chilling numbness spread through my body. The last of my warmth drained away, leaving nothing behind.

To him, my life and my children meant nothing compared to his precious Gianna.

A bitter smile ghosted my lips before darkness pulled me under.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself lying in a stark hospital ward. The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the air, but it wasn’t nearly as suffocating as the man beside me.

Felix’s eyes were redrimmed, brimming with worry. The moment I stirred, tears spilled down his face as if he had been waiting for this moment to break.

"Adeline, the doctor said you fainted from excessive blood loss." His voice trembled. "Thank God you’re okay. I was terrified you wouldn’t wake up!"

He pulled me into his arms, his sobs thick with emotion.

But I felt nothing. No warmth. No comfort. Only disgust.

He had nearly drained me dry, yet he still dared to act like he cared.

Without a word, I pushed him away and forced a fragile smile.

"I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about me. I’m just worried about our son being home alone. You should go back and take care of him."

For a fleeting moment, something unreadable crossed his face: sorrow, perhaps even guilt. I almost believed it was for our child.

"Adeline, with the way things are now… the doctor says our child may never recover. He might not even live long enough to grow up."

His next words sliced through me like a blade.

"Should we start planning… and adopt a healthy child instead?"

I lifted my gaze, staring at him in disbelief.

Felix didn’t seem to notice. Instead, he pressed my hand to his lips, placing a featherlight kiss as if he were the most devoted husband in the world.

"Adeline, you’ve been heartbroken ever since Henry’s accident. It pains me to see you like this. Instead of drowning in sorrow, why don’t we adopt a healthy child?"

The words of accusation burned on the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed them back, forcing myself to stay composed.

After a long silence, I carefully tested the waters.

"Felix, I don’t want to raise someone else’s child. How about we have another baby instead?"

The shift in his expression was instant. His face darkened and without warning, he shoved me away.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

As if realizing his outburst, he quickly reined himself in, softening his tone, but his eyes flickered with unease.

"Adeline, your body isn’t fit for another pregnancy. I can’t bear to see you suffer again."

"Besides, with Henry’s condition, he’ll need extra care in the future. Coincidentally, the doctor mentioned today that the person who received your blood is looking for someone to adopt their child, so I thought..."

"Trust me, Henry will always be my only biological child. Everything I do is for his sake."

A sharp, twisting pain clenched my heart, suffocating, unbearable.

He had taken everything from my son, yet he refused to leave him, even the smallest fragment of love.

And he had the audacity to claim it was for the child’s wellbeing.

He had lied for so long that perhaps even he believed his own deception.

When I finally spoke, my voice was eerily calm.

"Alright, I understand. Do as you see fit."

Felix’s eyes lit up with joy, glistening with unshed tears. He bent down and pressed a lingering kiss to my forehead as if he were the most devoted husband in the world.

I forced a composed smile, swallowing back the metallic tang of blood rising in my throat.

But inside, my heart had already been reduced to ruins.

Unable to contain his excitement, he hastily found an excuse to leave, murmuring something about discussing my followup treatment with the doctor. Then, without a second glance, he walked away.

I pretended not to notice Gianna standing in the doorway, her eyes brimming with silent provocation.

My hands trembled as I reached for the phone Felix had carelessly left on my bedside table.

Eight years of marriage and I had never once checked his phone.

The password was still set to my birthday.

But the wallpaper was no longer our wedding photo.

Instead, it was a picture of him, Gianna and their child, like a perfect little family.

I swallowed the bitterness clawing at my chest and opened his messages.

Thousands of photos filled the chat.

Every single one was of Felix and that child.

A memory surfaced when our son was just born; I had eagerly asked for a family photo.

But he had brushed me off without a second thought.

"Henry is too young for that. We can take one when he’s older."

Naïve as I was, I had believed he simply disliked taking pictures.

Back then, the only photo I had was one I secretly took while he slept, carefully placing our baby beside him to capture a fleeting moment of father and son.

Now, I finally understood.

It wasn’t that he hated taking pictures.

He just didn’t want to take them with my child.

My fingers trembled as I scrolled through the images, each one driving another nail into my heart.

Then, I stumbled upon a video sent just the night before our son’s birthday party.

In it, my child was pinned beneath Gianna’s son, struggling as he was bullied.

Then came a voice, Gianna’s, coated in false innocence.

"Felix, Adeline’s son, is already fighting back at such a young age. Imagine what he’ll be like when he grows up!"

"What should we do? I’m really scared!"

A violent tremor overtook my body, my grip on the phone turning unsteady.

My son had done nothing wrong.

Yet, with just one sentence from Gianna, his entire future had been ruined.

I bit down hard on my lip, forcing down the surge of hatred rising inside me.

This man was filthy. Disgusting.

And I no longer wanted him.

A cold numbness spread through me, drowning out every last ember of pain. Without hesitation, I tossed the phone aside as if merely touching it would taint me.

I picked up another, dialing a number I hadn’t called in a long time.

It rang twice before a familiar voice answered: my senior brother, the only person I could still trust.

Calmly, I asked him to help me find a hospital overseas, one that could give my son the rehabilitation treatment he deserved.

When Felix returned to the hospital room, I had just finished booking plane tickets for myself and my child. We would leave in three days.

He didn’t notice the traces of dried tears on my face nor the lingering redness in my eyes. Instead, he seized my hand, his voice brimming with excitement.

“Adeline, I want to throw another birthday party for Henry tomorrow,” he said. “At the same time, I’ll announce our decision to adopt the child. What do you think?”

I stilled.

Then, a note I had seen in his phone’s calendar resurfaced in my mind.

Tomorrow was Gianna’s child’s birthday.

My lips curled into a faint, unreadable smile. “Alright.”

Since I was leaving soon, I might as well treat this as a final farewell.

The next day, it was nearly noon when Felix finally sent someone to pick me up from the hospital.

As I stepped into the hotel, the sight before me sliced through my heart like a knife.

Gianna, draped in a custommade gown, stood beside Felix, the two of them clasping their child’s hands as they welcomed guests.

A pictureperfect family.

Meanwhile, my Henry had been left on the cold, unforgiving floor like discarded trash. His little body was covered in dirt, his clothes wrinkled and stained, as if he had been thrown aside the moment he became an inconvenience.

Felix didn’t even spare him a glance.

He didn’t see my son, trembling and hungry, pick up a halfeaten bun from the floor, the same one someone had carelessly tossed aside and shove it into his mouth.

A sharp sting burned in my chest. My vision blurred with rage as I rushed forward, gathering my son into my arms.

Before I could demand an explanation, Felix seized my wrist and pulled me into a private lounge.

“Adeline,” he said, his voice laced with forced patience. “There are a lot of important guests here today. Henry isn’t in the best state right now. I don’t want him to feel overwhelmed. Why don’t you stay here with him for now?”

He was trying to sound gentle as if he were making some reasonable request.

But I caught it, the fleeting flicker of disgust in his eyes.

I turned my gaze toward the banquet hall.

On the massive screen, photos of Felix and Gianna’s child played in an endless loop.

At the center of the stage, a mountain of lavish gifts stood in a grand display.

Not a single one belonged to Henry.

Even the name written in gold atop the extravagant cake wasn’t my son’s.

Felix followed my line of sight and for the first time, a flicker of realization crossed his face.

Perhaps, at that moment, he finally understood the cruelty of what he had done.

He pulled me into his arms, his voice urgent. “Adeline, don’t misunderstand. Gianna doesn’t want to let go of her child. I did all of this just to reassure her so she’d agree to the adoption.”

I tried to smile, but my lips refused to move.

Before he could say another word, Gianna’s son suddenly ran into the room and latched onto his leg.

“Daddy, you said you got me lots of presents! Come show me!”

Without sparing Henry or me a glance, Felix lifted him into his arms, a warm smile spreading across his face and walked away.

I sank onto the couch, clutching Henry tightly, my heart shattering into pieces.

The banquet carried on, but Felix never returned.

Realizing he had completely forgotten us, I held Henry close, steeling myself to leave.

Just as I was about to rise, Gianna stepped in front of me, her fingers curled around her son’s hand.

She smiled sweetly, but her eyes gleamed with mockery.

“Adeline, being abandoned doesn’t feel so good, does it?”

She let out a soft laugh, her gaze flicking to Henry. “Look at your pathetic son. How could he ever compare to my Onyx?”

“What a pity… That night, when he was forced to drink white wine, he sobbed so miserably. The assistant was trembling like a leaf and in the end, Felix had to do it himself.”

She tilted her head, laughing as if savoring the memory.

“So what if you’re Mrs. Young? Your son still ended up a fool just because I willed it.”

A tremor of fury ran through me. I bit down on my lip so hard that a sharp, metallic taste flooded my mouth.

Then, without warning, Gianna yanked her own child forward and struck him once, twice.

His cheeks flushed red with swelling, his piercing cries slicing through the air.

Before I could react, Felix stormed in.

He rushed forward, his face twisted in anguish as he scooped the boy into his arms.

His bloodshot eyes locked onto me, blazing with fury.

"Adeline, have you lost your mind? How could you lay a hand on a child?"

I froze; my breath caught in my throat, the words I wanted to say locked inside me.

Gianna threw herself into Felix’s arms, sobbing pitifully.

"Felix, I only wanted to bring my son to meet his future mother, but I never thought she’d call him a bastard, saying he wasn’t worthy of competing with Henry for the inheritance!"

Her voice quivered, thick with feigned sorrow. "I never wanted him to fight over anything… If Sister Adeline can’t accept him, then I’ll take him away."

Felix’s face darkened. Without hesitation, he grabbed my collar and struck me across the face.

"Adeline, since I adopted Onyx, he is my son. Whether you like it or not, you will treat him well!"

I clutched my stinging cheek, my vision blurring with tears.

Before I could utter a word, Henry suddenly lunged at Onyx, wrapping his small arms around him as he wailed,

"No! No bullying, Mommy! Bad people!"

Felix’s expression turned thunderous. Without warning, he lifted his foot and sent Henry flying.

I screamed and lunged forward, but I was too late.

Henry’s head slammed into the sharp corner of the table and blood gushed out in an instant.

My hands trembled as I cradled him, pressing desperately against the wound, but the more I pressed, the more the blood poured.

Tears blurred my vision as I looked up at Felix, my voice breaking with desperation.

"Please, save our Henry!"

For a fleeting moment, he hesitated, his arms slightly reaching toward Henry—until Gianna shrieked and seized his hand.

"Felix, Onyx’s face is bleeding! What if he gets a scar?"

Felix turned, his gaze finally landing on the faint scratch on Onyx’s cheek.

A long silence followed. Then, without a word, he picked up Onyx and strode toward the door.

A searing pain tore through my chest.

I gritted my teeth, forcing my legs to move as I stumbled after them.

Just as they reached the ambulance, Felix suddenly stretched out a hand, stopping me in my tracks.

Guilt flickered in his eyes, but his voice remained firm.

"Adeline, Henry already had a brain injury before. Even if he's bleeding, it won’t be that serious."

"Onyx is different. He will be the Young family's heir. If his face is scarred, it will affect the entire family."

"Just wait here. Another ambulance will be here soon."

Before I could say a word, he had already ushered Gianna and her son into the ambulance and vanished into the night.

Despair and helplessness crushed me, pressing down on my chest like an unbearable weight.

Thankfully, one of the guests was an emergency doctor. He quickly examined Henry, skillfully bandaging the wound.

Once I confirmed Henry was stable, I wasted no time; I changed our flight tickets and took him straight to the airport.

On the way, I made one last call to Felix, wanting to say goodbye.

The moment the call connected, his furious voice exploded through the speaker.

"Adeline, do you ever stop? I told you, another ambulance will be there soon!"

I was silent for a moment before letting out a soft chuckle.

"I just wanted to tell you that Henry is fine now. You focus on your work; we won’t bother you anymore."

Then, without hesitation, I hung up and sent him the divorce papers I had prepared long ago.

I tossed my phone aside, not sparing it another glance.

It wasn’t until late at night that Felix finally slipped out of the hospital room, having coaxed Gianna and her son to sleep. A heavy silence followed him as he stepped into the dimly lit hallway.

Thinking back to the way he had treated me today, a flicker of guilt gnawed at him. His jaw tightened and he waved his assistant over.

"Find out which ward Henry is in. I need to see him immediately."

Ten minutes later, his assistant returned, visibly shaken.

"Sir, I checked… Madam and Henry never got into the ambulance."

"Five hours ago, she sent you a divorce agreement. She said she knows everything… and that you should never disturb her and Henry again!"