My Son Called His Father’s Mistress “Mom”—Until I Walked Away

Summary

After three years of marriage, we became the couple everyone in the city envied. I truly believed Edmund and I would be happy forever—until my sister, Avery, returned.

Everything changed. My husband’s constant favoritism toward her and my son’s growing coldness left me unable to carry on.

On Christmas Day, I walked into the courthouse.

When the judge asked me one last time if I wanted to fight for my son’s custody, I simply shook my head.

“Your Honor, I waive my right to custody, and I agree to the divorce.”