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

was forced to deal with the strange old

or not, Eugene, but you will not give Benny any more weird reading material even if he begs you for

back to the

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

and Gwendolyn owed Benedict. They had been spending every waking hour of the past couple of years

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

he realized he had been so

more he thought about it, the more uneasy he

himself

Benedict was in bed. The IV

outside the window. His frail, pale face made Cedrick’s

open. When he saw Cedrick, he smiled. “Daddy, you’re back.” Then, he looked up at the drip. “The professor who came to change my medication said there’s only one 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

a prickling sensation

smiled at his son. “Are you worried that I would be annoyed, Benny?” he

lowered his gaze, looking sorrowful. “I’ve been sick since

deep breath, suppressing the heavy feeling in his heart. “Everybody falls ill,” he said solemnly. “That doesn’t mean you’re

the boy in a father’s vast,

front of me and Mommy, Benny. You can cry if you’re sad, make a scene, and throw a tantrum. You shouldn’t have to pretend and be serious like an adult. Mommy and I will never abandon you.

father’s embrace, Benedict nestled his head against Cedrick’s chest. “Making a scene and throwing a tantrum

right to express how they feel, too,” Cedrick said. “You can

to cry so much, Daddy? Do you cry in front

Cedrick’s lips twitched.

just felt for his child disappeared

a tear to gain sympathy. That’s what your mother does. She always pulls that tactic when she wants to apologize to me, which is how Zendy learned to

wide, innocent