They Belittled My Love, Yet They Cry Out for My Return

After my brother died, I married his wife and became my nephew's stepfather.

I accidentally wore one of my late brother's old shirts on my birthday.

And in front of everyone, my five-year-old nephew smashed the birthday cake right into my face.

He stared at me coldly as I wiped off the cream, his expression as icy as his mother's.

"Don't think marrying my mom means you can take my dad's place," he snapped. "You're just a shallow, greedy man!"

"I wish you were the one who died back then. That way, today would've been your death anniversary."