His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

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Nathan was willing to give up everything for Sienna, and I never

doubted that. After all, he never loved me.

To him, I was nothing more than a scheming woman, desperate to trap him by any means necessary. How could I ever compare to the pure, innocent Sienna? I returned to the villa from the cemetery. Though this place was

meant to be our marital home, Nathan rarely set foot in it. Most of the time, it was just me and our son, Oliver. But now...

I gently placed Oliver's urn on the shelf and began packing my

suitcase. Nathan and Sienna arrived just as I was about to leave. He held her in his arms, eyes full of urgency, walking past me as though I didn't exist.

"Sister, where are you going?" Sienna's soft voice broke the silence. Nathan finally stopped. Seeing my suitcase, he frowned and asked coldly, "What kind of game are you playing this time?" His tone was as

icy and detached as ever, as if I were just an unruly **t.

Sienna clung to Nathan affectionately, her cheek resting on his neck as she gave me an apologetic smile. "I stepped on some broken glass while filming, and Nathan said this place was close to the set. He

brought me here to bandage it. You don't mind, do you, sister?"

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It was just a small cut, yet Nathan treated her like fragile glass, gently placing her on the sofa and taking out the first-aid kit to tend to her himself.

I remembered once, while ironing his suit, I had fallen down the stairs and broken my leg. His only response was, "Too bad you didn't die." At that time, I was pregnant with Oliver-his child. That's the difference between love and indifference. My tears had long since dried up. I spoke calmly, "Nathan, I agree."

"We're getting a divorce."

To be honest, I was never sure if we could even be considered a real couple. Nathan had only signed the marriage certificate-he never gave me a proper wedding.

Without looking up from tending to Sienna's bandage, he scoffed, "Is this another one of your tricks to get my attention? Since pretending your son is sick didn't work, now you're trying a different tactic?" Oliver had been diagnosed with bone marrow cancer a year ago. The doctors had warned me several times that he might not survive. I had called Nathan, hoping he would come see his son, but he never agreed. He thought I was using Oliver to get his attention. How laughable. 1454