Chapter 3

I looked at Theo in sheer disbelief.

Catherine smirked, pulling out a stack of photos and holding them in front of my face.

"These are photos of you grinding on girls at a nightclub. Do you have no shame?"

"And this one is even worse. Walking down a hotel hallway half-naked with a stripper. If that’s not cheating, what is?"

Slap!

I didn't hesitate. I slapped Catherine right across the face.

"These photos are so poorly Photoshopped. How could you use these fake pictures to poison Theo’s mind against me?"

Catherine clearly didn't expect me to hit her. She stared at me, completely stunned.

Theo screamed and threw himself at me, kicking and punching.

"You bad man! Don't you dare touch my mom!"

I knelt down, grabbed Theo by his shoulders, and said in a deep, serious voice, "Theo, I am telling you the truth."

"I was taken by aliens for sixteen minutes, but six years passed here. I never left you."

I checked my watch and quickly pulled out the Obsidian Wishing Stone.

"Look, the aliens gave me this. In two hours, everyone who harmed me will get their karma."

Theo looked at the stone with disgust and kicked it out of my hand.

"Donald was right. You’re not just a cheating scumbag, you’re a psycho."

He turned to Donald.

"Daddy, you’re the best doctor in the city. Give him some medicine. Better yet, poison him so he leaves us alone!"

Hearing Theo’s words made my entire body go numb.

This was the child I had poured my heart and soul into raising for eight years. And now, he wanted me dead.

I closed my eyes, forcing down the overwhelming pain.

"Theo, I loved you for eight years. Do you really believe a man you’ve known for six years over your own father?"

"Yes," Theo said without a second of hesitation.

"I believe him. And he is the only father I will ever have."

My throat tightened.

Theo didn't even want to look at me anymore. He grabbed Donald’s hand.

"Daddy, I’ve cut ties with this man. He’s not my dad anymore."

Donald smiled triumphantly.

"Go upstairs first, buddy. I’ll have a quick word with him and make sure he never bothers our family again."

I watched Theo walk upstairs. Once the boy was out of sight, Donald stepped right up to me.

Before I could even react, he slammed a syringe into my shoulder.

A sharp, stinging pain instantly spread through my veins.

Donald’s smirk widened.

"Does it hurt, George?"

"That’s just a little taste of what happens when you try to take my woman and my son."

He grabbed me by my hair and slammed my face onto the dining table.

"You lost a long time ago, George. Even before you went missing, Catherine was already pregnant with my baby."

"As for your precious Theo? The only reason he’s still alive is because his grandfather left him a huge trust fund."

Donald sneered.

"Since I couldn't kill the brat without losing the money, I had to play the good dad."

"I bought him every toy he wanted, just to make him forget how good you were to him."

"I even told him bedtime stories every night. But in those stories, you were the villain who abandoned him."

"Right now, you’re worse than trash to him."

Rage boiled in my blood.

I forced myself up, spun around, and landed a hard punch right on Donald’s jaw.

"You son of a bitch! I'll make sure you rot in hell!"