My Perfect Marriage Was His Perfect Crime novel Chapter 80

He was wearing a well-fitting little suit, standing with a serious face at the wedding.

When the couple exchanged rings, he screamed and rushed forward, trying to stop them.

"Dad, don't marry her! I want my mom! I don't want a new mom!"

"I want my own mom… Waaah…"

He cried uncontrollably, with tears and snot all over his face, but didn't receive any attention.

Lady Kashton hugged him, covering his mouth to silence him.

The wedding continued.

"You know, this child you gave birth to really inherited his father's bad genes. His dad thinks everyone is true love, and he thinks everyone is his mom! Thankfully, you didn't keep him."

Scarlett sent me a long voice message, chattering on.

I understood, though—she was indirectly trying to comfort me.

As for everything related to them, father and son, it no longer mattered to me.

For me, there were more important things to do.

Four years ago, I had received an acceptance letter from a university in the UK.

Back then, I had no money and no way to fulfill my long-held dream.

To save up for the tuition, I had to work three jobs every day.

During the day, I worked as a cashier in a fruit store, in the afternoon I helped hand out flyers at a nearby barbecue joint, and in the evening, I washed glasses at a bar.

If I had known I'd meet Carlos Kashton, I would never have worked at the bar.

Now, I had no ties, and I had a best friend who could help me out financially.

As long as I could get the offer, I believed she would support my decision.

Staring at the piles of fashion design materials in front of me, I once again buried myself in my studies.