The Chance Is Over

I had been married to Adam Whitewood for ten years and had an adopted son, James Whitewood.

Three years later, James had an accident and rolled down the stairs on the second floor. He urgently needed a blood transfusion. In the crisis, Adam refused to donate blood. The fact that Adam betrayed me also surfaced - James was the child born to Adam and his mistress three years ago, and was Adam's own flesh and blood!

It turned out that a happy family was just my wishful thinking.

The marriage I was proud of was nothing but a cold world.

That being the case, I would disappear forever.