After I helped him that time, he sought me out on several occasions.

Even the money he owed me was paid back in many installments.

He knew my favorite singer, and would save a month's wages from his part-time job to buy me a concert ticket.

And after my roommate took me to see a doctor, he would make time to treat them to a meal.

At that time, everyone around me thought we were a perfect match.

Travis was excellent, he was gentle and favored by his tutors, and I was the belle of the German department.

In order to confess to me, he sang my favorite love song in front of all our classmates on the school playground.

He held a ring and knelt on one knee in front of me,

"Jasmine, will you be with me?"

...

"Mom, where are you?"

In the dark children's room, my son was crying softly, calling out for me in a hoarse voice.

I snapped back to reality, gently picked up my restless son from his small bed, and turned on the light in the children's room.

My son reached out and touched my cheek, and said timidly,

"Mom, why are you crying?"

Yes, why was I crying? It turned out that Travis and I were once happy.

"I'm fine, just missing your grandma a bit."

I gently soothed my son, but it felt like a wound had been torn open in my heart.

The happier we used to be, the more miserable we are now. I was also raised by a single mother.

My mother hoped I would find a happy and contented marriage partner, so she didn't agree with me marrying Travis.

It took Travis a full half year to express his sincerity.

Even after graduating from university, the first money he earned, he used to buy a two-story villa and put it in my name.

I wiped the tears from my face and left with my child.

Three days later, Travis had called more than a dozen times.

He even called my mother. When I called him back, I heard him roar in rage.

"Jasmine, have you had enough? If you're done, then hurry back!"

I felt bitter in my heart, but heard a gentle voice coming from his phone.

"Travis, what are you doing? What if she doesn't come back?"

"I'll contact a lawyer later and discuss the divorce with you. We don't need to keep in touch anymore."

Travis changed his tone immediately when he heard this.

"Jasmine, don't be like this, I have a partner to talk to right now. Besides, Kit is very competent at work, you know this. Why divorce because of her?"

I was about to explain, but heard Kit tell him that she had already booked a restaurant, and if we didn't go soon, we would lose our spot.

I hung up the phone directly, and Travis just hastily sent a voice message over Line explaining that he was too busy.

A few days later, it was our son's birthday.

Travis's mother took the initiative to call me. She said she missed her grandson and wanted me to take him to see her, to celebrate his birthday together.

After all, she is the elder of the child, it's understandable that she wants to see him.

So, I took my son to Travis's mother's house.

Travis and I have been married for many years. I cherish him and often bring our son to have dinner with his mother.

However, Travis's mother is quite traditional. The first time she met me, she laid out many rules.

She wanted me to be obedient and be a good wife and mother who would take care of Travis.

In order for Travis to work well, I followed his mother's words and took care of the family wholeheartedly.

As he earned more and more money, he also appreciated my efforts and left the original house to his mother, and bought a new one with me.

I didn't expect that Kit would be the one to open the door when I visited again.

Kit was wearing an apron, and at her feet was a teddy dog that kept barking at my son and me.

My son was scared by the dog's barking and started to cry loudly. I quickly picked him up.

But Kit, holding the dog, moved closer to us. My son's autism had improved a lot.

I didn't expect Kit to bring a dog.

"Jan, look, it's okay, this dog doesn't bite!"

Kit kept calling my son's name and moved closer with the dog.