Sharon felt her heart grow colder with each message she read.

After sending them, Riley withdrew the messages one by one, just as she always did, never giving Sharon the chance to take a screenshot.

But this time, Sharon recorded the screen.

She saved the video, forced herself to remain calm, and went to accompany James for dinner.

In the end, Sharon still refused to take on the wedding planning job.

Sean followed through and sold the wedding company.

Sean. "I didn't mean to target you, but Riley cried because of you, and I had to give her an explanation. Don't be mad—once she calms down, I'll buy the company back."

Looking at his message, Sharon curved her lips in mockery.

He knew he was in the wrong.

But he still did it, forcing her to compromise again and again.

In the past, she had always tried not to make things difficult for him between her and Riley.

She had felt sorry for him.

But he had never once felt sorry for her...

That evening, Sharon arranged to meet with the illegitimate son of the Collins family for dinner.

"I can sell you the shares I hold in the Collins Group at a lower price. I have only one condition—the transaction must take place in 25 days."

Jack Collins cocked his brows, his expression playful. "That brother of mine hates me the most. Aren't you afraid he'll hate you too for doing this?"

"That has nothing to do with you. If you're not interested, I'll sell the shares to someone else."

"Wait, Sharon, I want them, I want them!"

After sealing the deal with Sharon, Jack left whistling.

On his way back, he ran into Sean.

Though they were related by blood, they hated each other more than anyone else in the world and usually wished they could strangle each other on sight.

But this time, Jack calmly called out to Sean.

"Sean, I'm just curious. Half of your shares are in Sharon's hands. You wronged her for your mistress—aren't you afraid she'll get mad and sell them to me?"

Sean sneered, his voice filled with disgust. "Keep dreaming. My wife would never do anything to hurt me!"

He knew Sharon had been upset recently, but he figured he could coax her after some time.

He was well aware of how much she loved him.

No matter how angry she was, he was sure she wouldn't go so far as to sell her shares to Jack!

Sharon had no idea what Jack and Sean talked about, nor did she care.

For the past few days, James had been in low spirits.

Since his fever had gone down, she decided to take him camping to watch the stars.

But just as she was about to finish setting up the tent, she suddenly heard James's cries.

She rushed over and saw Riley and Jordan snatching James's telescope, grilled sausages, glowing shoes, and visibility jacket.

Riley cursed under her breath and even tried to kick the boy lying on the ground.

"Riley, you are not allowed to bully my son!"

Sharon shielded James behind her, glaring at Riley. "What right do you have to take my son's things and hit him?"

"You should feel honored that I even like that little bastard's things! Do you really think I need to snatch them? As long as I say the word, Sean will take them for me anyway!"

Riley looked smug.

Sharon was so furious that she felt lightheaded. "Riley, don't push it!"

"So what if I do? You're just a useless nobody—what can you do?"

Riley suddenly shoved Sharon down the slope and then staggered back, collapsing onto the ground and wailing.

"Sean, Sharon is jealous that I'm marrying you! She tried to push me down, but I dodged, and she fell instead. What should I do?"

Sharon tumbled down the slope, hitting her head against a rock, forming a swollen bump.

The pain left her speechless.

But when Sean pulled her back up, the first thing he did was blame her.

"Sharon, how could you be so vicious? Last time, you spread rumors everywhere that Riley was a mistress. She didn't even hold it against you, and now you actually tried to push her down a hill... Are you insane?"

James clutched his shirt. "Ms. Winston stole my things and pushed Mommy down the hill! Mommy didn't hurt anyone!"

Right after he finished speaking, Riley shoved Jordan.

Jordan burst into tears. "Mr. Collins, save me and Mommy! Ms. Milton and James said for us to go die!"

She sobbed so hard that she could barely breathe.

Sean had wavered slightly after hearing James's words, but now, his hesitation disappeared completely.

He grabbed James by the collar. "You're picking up all the bad habits and none of the good ones. At such a young age, your mother has already taught you to lie! From now on, I'll teach you myself!"

"I didn't lie..." James cried loudly.

Sean ignored him completely, dragging him toward the car.

"Mommy! Mommy, help me! I don't want to go with Daddy!"

Sharon was dizzy, nauseous, and filled with rage. She struggled to get up from the ground.

"James, don't be afraid. I’m here for you! Sean, give my son back to me!"

But before she could even take a few steps, the car had already driven away.

Sharon rushed home, but the door code had already been changed—she couldn't even get inside.

She called the police, but since it was deemed a family dispute, all they could do was mediate.

After the officers left, Sean looked at her coldly.

"I should never have let you raise the child! Riley will be teaching him for you during this time. You can take him back when you finish the wedding planning proposal!"

"No! Give my child back! Sean, you can't do this to me!"

Sharon was on the verge of breaking down.

Sean saw her red-rimmed eyes and the wounds on her forehead and body. He felt a pang of guilt.

But then he remembered what Riley had told him—the child was still young and could be corrected.

He forced himself to look calm and pushed Sharon out, locking her outside.

Sharon was losing her mind, but there was nothing she could do.

For nearly a month, Riley sent her videos of James every day.

In the clips, Jordan rode on James's back like he was a horse.

Sean scolded him again.

James was punished again...

Sharon barely slept two or three hours a day, suffering immense mental and physical torment.

Meanwhile, the internet was flooded with news of Sean and Riley's romance.

#Sean, Riley, and their sweet family outing#

#Sean spends 100 million on a grand wedding for Riley#

#Sean buys an overseas island for their honeymoon#

#Sean responds. The woman named Sharon was just a housemaid, and the boy is the maid's son#

Riley nitpicked every detail of the wedding plan.

After struggling to finalize it to her demands, Sharon was finally ready to take her son back—only for an extreme fan to stab James in the heart with a knife.

The shocking footage spread like wildfire online.

In the video, Sean was right next to James, yet the first thing he did was shield Riley and her daughter.

#Sean protecting Riley in danger—so sweet!# trended to the top of social media.

Outside the emergency room, Sharon waited anxiously as her son's fate hung in the balance.

Sean stood beside her, still lecturing.

"Before you incited extreme fans to hurt Riley, did you ever think the one who'd get hurt in the end would be our son? I already told you—I'm only good to Riley to repay a debt. Why do you insist on making things difficult for her?"

Sharon wanted to say that she hadn't done anything.

She wanted to ask him—why, when he had been right next to James, had he refused to save him?

But in the end, she said nothing. Tears just kept falling.

In both past and present lives, she and her son had always been the ones he abandoned...

Riley pretended to be gracious. "Forget it, Sean. I'm fine. I don't want to hold it against her."

"She deserves to be reprimanded for what she did! You didn't even press charges—that's already merciful! If anything happens to James, she'll spend the rest of her life in nightmares!"

Sean felt suffocated at the thought of his son's uncertain fate.

If he didn't say something now, he would go insane!

Sharon ignored him, keeping her eyes fixed on the emergency room.

She had never believed in gods or fate, but at that moment, she prayed to every deity in the heavens.

As long as James survived, she was willing to die in his place.

The doctor finally emerged, announcing that the knife had missed the heart by an inch, and James’s life was no longer in danger.

She collapsed to the ground, wailing.

Riley tugged at Sean's sleeve. "Sean, our wedding is in three days, and by then, your divorce cooling-off period will be over. You can officially get the divorce certificate. She's so heartbroken right now—why not wait a little longer? I don't mind being called a mistress for a while."

Sean hadn't even thought about it until she brought it up. "No, I'll get the divorce certificate today!"

Even if he didn't bring it up, Sharon would bring this matter up anyway.

She didn't want to be associated with him for another second.

As soon as James was transferred to a regular ward, Sharon went with Sean to the courthouse.

The moment they finalized their divorce, he went and registered his marriage with Riley.

"Three days from now, at the wedding, don't even think about causing trouble. I've already instructed security not to let you or the kid in."

Holding the divorce certificate, Sharon didn't even look up. "Okay."

He could rest assured—she had long since given up on him.

Sean hesitated upon seeing her pale face, feeling a rare moment of guilt. "Go home and reflect on yourself. But don't worry, I love you. Once the dust settles, I'll divorce Riley and marry you again."

"No—"

Before Sharon could finish, Riley called out, "Sean, come quick! The photographer is taking photos of us with our marriage license!"

"I'm coming."

Sean smiled and walked away.

For the next three days, he was too busy preparing for the wedding to visit the hospital even once.

On the wedding day, the entire city buzzed about their marriage.

Sean sent a message to Sharon. "Is our son feeling better? I'm busy right now, but I'll visit him later."

Sharon didn't reply.

Instead, she sent all the evidence of his affair with Riley to the media.

Then, she transferred all her shares in the Collins Group to Jack.

Finally, she took her weak son and boarded a high-speed train.

‘Sean, from now on, we have nothing to do with each other ever again.’