Chapter 1

My wife Hathaway went through countless hardships and finally gave birth to our son.

Mother and child were both safe. It should have been a joyous occasion for everyone.

But the more I looked at the son in my arms, the more I felt he looked exactly like Hathaway's first love.

I originally thought I was just being overly sensitive and suspicious.

However, as time passed, our son looked more and more like Hathaway's first love.

You could almost say they were cut from the same mold.

But the genetic test report proved that this child was biologically mine.

Every time I saw my son's face that looked so much like another man, it was like a thorn stabbing into my heart.

On the day of our son's 100-day celebration, I finally couldn't take it anymore and publicly asked Hathaway for a divorce.

The entire venue erupted in shock.

Hathaway, who was bending down to wipe our son's mouth, froze. She looked at me in disbelief:

"Why?"

I pointed coldly at the child beside her:

"Don't you think his appearance and expressions look exactly like your dead first love?"

Hathaway frowned:

"Just because of this, you want to divorce me?"

I nodded. "Yes, just because of this."