Five Lost Angels: My Husband's Fatal Deception novel Chapter 140

Although it wasn't a birthday party, a simple gathering made him soar high in the sky, Zoe didn't need any lavish, show-off stuff to be happy. He felt valued and appreciated as we cautiously picked everything of his choice, his personal favorites in one place left him in awe.

He ran here and there like a lost puppy, touching different articles as if trying to believe his eyes.

"Mommy, can I have this plushie?

Uncle, is this car mine?

Mommy, did you order strawberry sundae for me?"

And so on …

This one gathering could never be compensating for Zoe's loss, but it was a beginning. I had decided to show him how it was like to be a part of a warm home.

We played and enjoyed ourselves all day long, swimming occasionally, Bright and Henry barbecued chicken and ribs for us. The unadulterated joy boomed Zoe's cute face as he appeared happier, making me consider a long family vacation. Spending a week or two together could wash away the bitterness of the past for sure.

But firstly, I crossed a task from my bucket list and went to tuck Zoe in bed at night, he loved to hear a bedtime story like Jane. And today, I had a story of a mother who grieved the death of her child for five long years.

"As you mentioned Jane's yearly book earlier, I wish to show you something like that for you, Zoe!"

Zoe was thrilled to have a record book of his own, little did he know that it had been with me since his birth. I opened the green-colored fantasy-themed, thick journal and said,

"Look, Zoe. This is a picture from when I was in the clinic after the pregnancy test.

And this is your birth's celebration. First birthday, first step …"

I would have shown him this diary before, but I had to edit the word 'my dead baby' from every occasion. My notes below every moment were full of rage for Melody and Leo. They snatched my baby from me, I was burning in the fire of revenge. But it wasn't appropriate to pollute a kid's mind with such sin.

My considerate daughter, Jane, paused for her brother, waiting for him to take the lead. Her caring gesture rejuvenated my soul.

Jane was supporting her brother by sacrificing her routine. She was used to being entertained by our undivided love, but still, she put her brother's needs before herself. It was an insightful decision to confide Jane in.

One lesson that I learned from this agonizing experience was never let your kid feel left out or abandoned, even small or insignificant events could lead to a disaster if disregarded foolishly. Like adults, they also required continuous reassurance of our love, their fragile hearts could be broken by a single hit of heartlessness.

Anyway, I checked both my kids' drawings and found them unique in their own way. Jane's two daddies in her picture were the highlight of her project.

However, it was Zoe, who took me by surprise, he drew me by his side and labeled it.

"My mommy!"