Sarah touched Luke's tiny face, seemingly kind, but then, she pried his fingers off her one by one.

"Luke, be a good boy. Your father can celebrate it with you."

I picked up the wedding ring and looked at her, suppressing the anger in my tone. "Stella, before Sarah passed away, she promised she would spend one birthday with Luke. Couldn't you just pretend to fulfil your sister's wish, or pretend to show some pity for him by pretending to be his mother, just for his fifth birthday?"

My brother-in-law, Greg, appeared at this moment and said hostilely, "Michael, I'm sorry that your wife passed away. I'm also sorry that Luke has lost his mother, but you can't just steal my wife in front of Nina and me."

Sarah furrowed her brows as if about to turn me down. However, when I met with those indifferent eyes, she looked away shiftily. She was also taken aback when her eyes landed on the wedding ring.

She pursed her lips and said, "Honey, Michael is just looking out for his child. Luke is about to have his birthday. As his aunt and uncle, we should celebrate his birthday."

Then, she looked at me and said, "Michael, as your wife's younger sister, I'll help her fulfil her dying wish. I'll be with Luke for his fifth birthday."

I snorted sardonically.

Ever since she started taking over her younger sister's identity, she had been constantly emphasizing how she was Sarah's younger sister.

I threw the wedding ring into the bin. "Alright, then. I hope you don't go back on your word."

Luke beamed instantly when he heard Sarah's response. He immediately started discussing what to do and eat on his birthday.

All I felt was heartbreak for him. Sarah was his mother, yet he had to beg her to celebrate his birthday with him.

Sarah did not only dump me–she also abandoned her only flesh and blood.

I could barely suppress my emotions, so I quickly headed back to my room. Luke noticed my sadness, so he ran over and held my hand, saying, "Daddy, don't be sad. I'll always be here.

"I know that Mommy no longer wants to be my Mommy. I also know she doesn't want to celebrate my birthday. I-I just thought of seeing her for the last time. Perhaps after this, we'll never see her again…"

I hugged my son–my kind, understanding boy–tighty. "I'm sorry, Luke. I'm not sad. I'm just…"

'Heartbroken for you.'

How pathetic was it to crave love from a mother who would rather fake her death to abandon her husband and son?

Still, I could not tell Luke that his mother no longer loved either of us, so he should not have his hopes up. He might be less sad if he did.

I could not ask him this, so I secretly prayed Sarah could find it in her to give Luke a final good memory worth remembering.

After his birthday, we would no longer bother her.

On the evening of Luke's birthday, Luke dressed up in his favorite clothes. He personally made a hazelnut cake, eagerly waiting for Sarah to come home.

That day, it was only Luke and me at home. Even my in-laws, Richard and Barbara, were not home.

Richard and Barbara only had Sarah and Stella. Both sisters, worried about their parents, decided to live with their parents even after marriage.

I called Sarah a dozen times, but no one picked up. I kept calling until she switched off her phone.

When it was almost midnight, the light in Luke's eyes had long gone out.

I bit my lip and asked, "Maybe everyone's busy tonight. Why don't we cut the cake tomorrow?"

Luke replied sadly, "But Mommy promised we'd celebrate my birthday together."

Feeling sorry for him, I said, "Alright, we'll wait a while longer."

As if right on cue, the door lock clicked open. They arrived home full of shopping bags.

Luke immediately got up and rushed to the door.

Sarah had Nina in her arms. She smiled at Luke and said, "Luke, here's your birthday present."

"I knew you'd remember my birthday!" said Luke in awe. "This is the first time I've received a gift from you! I'm so happy!"

That made me feel some form of relief. At least Luke was happy. That way, he would not be so sad when I take him away.

However, halfway through opening his birthday present, Luke's smile stiffened.

It was a doll and a card. It looked like the type of free gift one got with a children's meal at a fast-food chain.

I could no longer hold back. "Is Grant Group doing so badly that they can't even afford a children's gift? You have to give him something from a children's meal?"

Sarah seemed to have realized how unsuitable it was. She immediately explained, "Nina wanted fast food today. It just so happens that they gave us a doll. I thought that all children liked it, which was why I brought it home for Luke as his present. If he doesn't like it, I'll go get something else for him tomorrow."

Which five-year-old boy would like a doll? The worst part was that it was a free gift. She did not even care about Luke.

I was just about to retort when Luke said understandingly, "It's fine. Thank you for the present, Mommy."

He handed Sarah the hazelnut cake that he had made. "Daddy and I made this cake together. Have some!"

The candle on the cake was lit once again.

Suddenly, Nina got down from Sarah. She tried to reach her hand out to grab the cake when Sarah reflexively smacked Nina's hand away, rebuking, "You can't eat that!"

The cake fell to the ground, smushed.

Luke and I froze on the spot, baffled.

Sarah's face paled a little. She said with furrowed brows, "I'm sorry. Nina is allergic to nuts. I was worried she'd grab it, so I had to act quickly. I'll buy you a bigger mango cake tomorrow, how about that?"

Tears fell from Luke's face, but he held back his sobs while biting his lower lip. He slowly bent down and picked up the birthday sign from the destroyed cake.

I clenched my fists and looked at Sarah disappointedly. "Sarah, don't you know Luke is allergic to mango?"

"Of course, I d-don't–Michael, I'm Stella. Of course I wouldn't know about that," said Sarah, her eyes not meeting mine. I knew she was lying.

She was Luke's mother. Luke had a mango once, and it was she who anxiously sent him to the hospital. How could she have forgotten what her son was allergic to?

Richard and Barbara stepped in to pacify the situation. "Michael, you're talking to Stella, not your wife, Sarah. What happened before, when we asked Stella to step in as his mother, was nothing but our own foolishness. Don't take it to heart."

Greg glared at me and chided, "Yeah, Michael. I know Sarah is dead, but you can't just try to steal Stella from me, right?"

The tense atmosphere hung thick in the air.

I was only looking at Sarah, but she did not dare look back, nor did she dare to admit her real identity. She was behaving very…shiftily.

Suddenly, the clock rang midnight.

Luke wiped away his tears and said to Sarah, "It's fine. It's really nothing. Thank you, Aunt Stella. Even though the cake is destroyed, I can still make a wish.

"I wish that Aunt Stella can live the life that she wants. I wish her all the happiness. I also wish my Daddy happiness."

I lowered my head in disbelief. Luke had always known that Sarah was his mother. Even if she had faked her death and pretended to be Stella, he had always called her 'Mommy'.

This was the first time he called her Aunt Stella.

"Luke…" Sarah looked at her son in disbelief, as if trying to find an answer in his gaze. She had fantasized countless times about what her life would be like if she had married Greg instead of me, instead of having Luke. How great that would be.

However, when her own son called her 'Aunt Stella', she started to panic.

Luke turned around and grabbed my hand. "Daddy, let's go."

I swallowed my heartbreak and patted him on the head. "Okay."

Sarah suddenly went up and grabbed my hand. "Where are you two going?"

I shrugged her hand off and said calmly, "Back to our rooms to rest."

She sighed in relief. "Yes, it's late. You two should get some rest. It was my fault tonight. I'll make it up to Luke with a big cake tomorrow."

Greg suddenly said, "Honey, why are you making up to him? You didn't do anything wrong!"

Sarah instantly came to her senses when she heard what Greg said. She realized she was acting out of the ordinary. "It's nothing. I mean, I did promise him after all…"

I took Luke and left the scene. I made a call and got someone to pick us up tomorrow. I packed up through the night without getting any sleep.

Early the next morning, I bid farewell to Richard and Barbara.

"I think your advice was good. A child needs a mother. I'm going to remarry and start a new life."

Barbara reprimanded, "You've gone mad! My daughter has just passed away, and you're going to take my grandson away to remarry?"

I looked at her quietly, saying, "Mom, since Sarah has chosen to abandon us and resume another identity to live the life she wants, Luke and I equally have the right to choose our own lives.

"I won't be inviting you to my second wedding. We won't have to see each other again, ever. Have a good life."

I got to them so well, they could not respond.

The person I called to pick us up came early in the morning. As the car left, Sarah returned with a cake that she had bought.

When she didn't see Luke around, she asked, "Mom, where did Michael and Luke go?"

Barbara sighed deeply and said, "Michael has left with Luke. He's going to get married again…"