Wooing My Ex-Wife

Eugene was unperturbed. “His personality, surroundings, experiences, and the pain he’s facing in his young life have already determined who he will be. How can a journal influence any of that?”

Cedrick heard the implicit meaning behind those words. He clenched his fist beneath the sleeve of his military uniform, not deigning to respond.

“A person is known by the company he keeps,” Joshua argued. “Besides, a child is born a blank canvas. If he takes an interest in the things you show him and makes irreparable mistakes because of it, you will cause him harm.”

Eugene scoffed incredulously at Joshua’s accusation.

Cedrick, however, froze at what Joshua said about irreparable mistakes.

He recalled what he had heard in the ward and how certain Benedict had sounded in his childish voice.

“Even if you and Mommy are not mad at him, I’ll teach him a lesson in the future. Getting rid of someone means they won’t be around anymore, right? I just don’t want to see him. I want him to disappear.”

Benedict doesn’t like Charles. He hates him.

He wasn’t joking.

Cedrick felt anxious all of a sudden. He realized he did not know who his five-year-son was anymore.

The more he thought about it, the greater the pain he felt in his heart.

“I’m going back to the ward. I’ll leave this to you.”

Without another word, he turned around and swiftly left.

“Huh? Cedrick?”

to him, he was already out of

deal with the strange old

not give Benny any more weird reading material even if he begs you for them. If my darling nephew grows up messed up, I

strode back to

mess during his walk back. His heart, too, was filled with a complicated mix of

They had been spending every waking hour of the past couple of years trying to save him. They spoiled him even more than

families, he and Gwendolyn had so many obligations that there were still aspects of raising a child

that he realized he had been so occupied with Benedict’s physical condition that he

more he thought about it,

himself back

pushed open the door and saw that Benedict was in bed. The IV drip hanging above him had not yet

outside the window.

bottle left for today. You can go deal with work first if you’re busy, Daddy. There’s no need to rush over to spend time with me. I’m already five years old, and I don’t need you for everything. I will be good and take

words gave Cedrick a prickling sensation in his

his son. “Are you worried that I

looking sorrowful. “I’ve been sick since I was born. I’m not a normal

“Everybody falls ill,” he said solemnly. “That doesn’t mean you’re not normal, Benny.

pulled Benedict into his arms, enveloping the boy in a

a tantrum. You shouldn’t have to pretend and be serious like

“Making a scene and throwing a tantrum sounds like something Zendy would do, Daddy.

the right to express how they feel, too,” Cedrick said. “You can cry in front of me, Benny. I won’t make fun of you

looked up at him, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “Why do you want me to cry so much, Daddy? Do you cry in front of Mommy to

Cedrick’s lips twitched.

just felt for his child

a long time before correcting his son, “Says who? I’ve never shed a tear to gain sympathy. That’s what your mother does. She always pulls that tactic when she wants to

wide, innocent