Chapter 1

“Benjamin, Mommy wants to ask you something.”

When my mother walked into my room with red eyes, I had no idea how big the problem I was going to face would be.

Today was a rare free day, so I wanted to take this opportunity to finish the game Shadow of the Tomb Raider that I had bought a long time ago. Unfortunately, my mother came back not long after I started playing, and she came to find me without even putting down her bag, which made me inexplicably nervous.

After minimizing the game, I turned off the speaker, turned to my mother, and met her gaze with my hands on my knees.

My mother’s expression was very serious. Her big eyes, which were usually watery, were now red with tear marks at the corners of her eyes. It was obvious that she had just cried a lot.

I quickly recalled my recent behavior and confirmed that I had not done anything to make her unhappy, then I tried to answer calmly: “Just ask if you have any questions.”

My mother sat down beside my bed, looked me up and down, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

She was wearing a black business suit today. A slim-fitting waistcoat paired with a white silk shirt. The big bow at the neckline just covered her big breasts that were too attractive to men. The skirt was just above her knees, and paired with black stockings and high heels, she looked dignified yet charming.

Usually, the first thing my mother does when she gets home from get off work is to change her shoes and clothes. Only when she takes off her tiring high heels and rigid professional attire and puts on comfortable cloth shoes and home skirts, can she truly relax.

As far as I can remember, this habit of hers has never changed.

What happened to make the usually shrewd and capable mother cry so hard and break her life habit that she had maintained for many years?

“Benjamin, do you love your mother?”

I was a little confused by my mother’s question, and I answered subconsciously: “Of course I love you!”

My answer made my mother smile a little, and then she started crying. I was startled and quickly stood up, grabbed the tissue on the table and handed it to her, and clumsily advised: “Mom, don’t cry, what happened?”

My mother held my hand and asked me while crying, “Do you really love me?”

“Of course it’s true!”

“Will you love mom forever?”

“Love forever!”

Hearing my answer without hesitation, my mother stood up suddenly, hugged me in her arms, hugged me tightly, and cried even louder.

She hugged me very tightly, crossing her arms around my waist and back, and her plump breasts pressed against my chest so tightly that I almost couldn’t breathe.

This level of intimacy has not happened between us for a long time. I raised my hands, not knowing where to put them.

Ever since I entered middle school, my mother always said that I had grown up and began to keep her distance from me. I was used to being spoiled by my mother, but suddenly I could no longer kiss or hug her, which made me feel very lost for a while.

It took me a long time to adapt. My mother even joked with me that this was the price of growing up.

After crying for several minutes, my mother finally calmed down, but she still held me tightly and refused to let go, like a frightened little girl.

I carefully chose my words and asked, “Mom, who bullied you?”

“Who else could it be? That guy your dad is having an affair!”

“The other party is a colleague from his unit!”

“The other party asked me to meet up today and confessed that they had been hooking up four months ago!”

“Now that she’s pregnant, she’s begging me to agree to divorce your father!”

My mother told me the reasons for her sadness in rapid succession, and I was so shocked that I stood there in shock, unable to recover for a long time.

My father and mother got married after falling in love. They have been married for almost twenty years. In the eyes of outsiders, they have always been a typical loving couple. Even I have never seen them quarrel.

Back then, our family was not well off. Dad wore the same shirt for three years and was reluctant to change it. But Mom never let her feel wronged. She had everything that others had. Mom also felt sorry for Dad. She didn’t even know how to fry an egg before marriage, but soon after marriage, she became a famous chef in the unit and cooked delicious food for Dad in different ways every day.