Blinded By Love, My Husband Let His First Love Kill Our Child

Before Natalie came into our lives, James and I were truly happy—so happy that people often called us the most loving couple in the world. I believed it with all my heart. I thought our love was real. After the surgery, my father lived for several more years before he eventually passed away. Even then, I remained deeply grateful to James. He was not only my benefactor—he was my husband. I loved him enough to die for him. But now, his cold words felt like a slap across my face. They snapped me out of my delusion. Love at first sight? The most loving couple in the world? It had all been a lie. He never loved me. To him, I was nothing more than a stand-in for Natalie. And now, he was even shielding the woman who had killed his own son. My heart broke into pieces. There was no hope left. No warmth. I didn’t want a husband like this. I didn’t need him. I heard footsteps approaching. James entered the room. “Amy,” he said gently, “it’s time to get up and take your medicine.” When I met his gaze—filled with concern—my chest tightened with dull pain. He looked at me like he truly cared. “Does your body hurt a lot?” he asked, eyes soft. If I hadn’t heard that heartless conversation earlier with my own ears, I might’ve thought I’d imagined it. But the searing pain in my palm reminded me that it had been real. For seven years, James had treated me as Natalie’s substitute. And now, even after our son’s murder, he still chose to protect her. I fought to hold back the hatred rising in my chest. He looked down at my injury, then said in a low voice, “I’m sorry. I didn’t protect you.” My hand instinctively moved to my abdomen. An ugly scar stretched across it—stitched with more than fifty sutures. It was the wound I received when I was stabbed by my son’s kidnapper… while James was out with his “sister,” happily trying on dresses and posting about it on social media. I flinched away from his hand and stared at him, my eyes filled with burning resentment. “It wasn’t just me you failed to protect,” I said coldly. “It was Samuel too.” His expression froze for a moment. Guilt flickered in his eyes. “Amy, I’m sorry,” he said again. “I know you’re heartbroken… but Samuel had a weak heart. The doctors said from the beginning that he wouldn’t live long. This was always going to be painful.” “When you’re better, we can try again. We can have another child, okay?” But if Natalie hadn’t appeared, Samuel would still be alive. I had gone abroad, searched far and wide for experts—done everything I could to improve his condition. And I had succeeded. He had gotten stronger, healthier. All of it was destroyed because of her. Why did she do that to him? He was just a child. I stared into James’s indifferent eyes and let out a hollow laugh. “Sure. Okay.” He looked visibly relieved. But I knew—there would be no future between us. He stayed at the hospital with me that day. After he fell asleep, I quietly picked up his phone. The password was my birthday. A bitter lump rose in my throat. Seven years of pretending to love me—all for a face that resembled someone else’s. Even the password was a part of his performance. Back when I didn’t know the truth, I might have been moved. Now, I knew better. I wouldn’t be fooled again. Ignoring the pain that pulsed from my abdomen, I opened his contacts. There it was: Natalie—saved under the name Baby Natalie. I opened their chat history. There were flirtatious messages. Photos. Every time he claimed to be away on a business trip, he had been with her—booking hotel rooms, going on dates. And over the past seven years, they had stayed in touch. Every year on her birthday, he would travel overseas just to bring her a gift.

Natalie was in a foul mood, having had a fight with her boyfriend. She sent him a message, asking to meet up for a drink. Without a second thought, he left our son—on his birthday—and rushed to her side, terrified that something might happen to her. Just one message saying she was back in the country and he was overjoyed. He couldn’t wait to run after her. Message after message, filled with suggestive, intimate words.. I felt like I had fallen into a frozen abyss. My chest clenched with agony. So this is what it feels like—to love someone so deeply, only for that love to tear you apart. Their last outing? It was on March 7th—the same day Samuel was kidnapped. I still remember how I had frantically messaged James, begging him for help, telling him our son had been taken. And he’d simply replied, disbelief in his tone. [Who would kidnap Samuel? It’s probably just a prank.] While I was out of my mind with fear, searching for help from the police, he was out in the countryside with Natalie, stargazing and holding her in his arms. When Samuel was finally found, his body had already given up. He was gone—dead in both body and soul. I had begged James to help me find the person who did it. He said yes. But behind my back, he was comforting Natalie, whispering, “I’ve taken care of the kidnapper. He won’t get the chance to say anything.” So this is love. Love that lets you protect a murderer—your own child’s killer—and hide the truth to shield her. Hatred surged in my chest. I trembled with fury. Then I found something in his phone. A video. My fingers shook as I tapped to play it. On screen was the kidnapper—his face contorted with rage. “This is unfair! The person who ordered me to kidnap the Klawn Family’s young master was Natalie! If you want revenge, go after her! She made me do it!” “She promised me a million. All she wanted was for me to take the fall and never expose her.” Then came the voice I would never mistake. James’s voice. Cold. Unfeeling. He appeared in the video, face emotionless. Even the kidnapper was stunned. “Isn’t Samuel Klawn your son? Why are you still helping that woman—Natalie?” And James replied, “The son of the Klawn Family can’t be a weakling with a heart condition.” “His mother coddled him too much. Now that he’s dead, it’s the best outcome.” The best outcome? He thought our son’s death was ideal. I wanted to laugh. The hatred inside me burned hotter than ever. To him, I was a substitute. A look-alike. But Samuel—he was our only child. What did he ever do to deserve this? I took a deep breath, saved the video and forwarded it to my own number. Then I deleted every trace and called my lawyer. “Please help me draft a divorce agreement.” Once everything was in place, I asked Natalie to meet me. She showed up with her usual fair skin and a fake, sweet smile. As soon as she arrived, she “accidentally” bumped into a vase, sending it crashing to the ground. Then she turned around and shamelessly claimed that I had smashed it. Back then, no matter how I explained, James always believed her. He thought I was jealous, acting out of spite. At the time, I couldn’t understand why he’d trust her so blindly. Now, it all made sense. But every time I looked at her, all I could see was the image of my son—lifeless and at peace. I forced the storm inside me to settle and pulled out the divorce agreement. In a calm, quiet voice, I said, “As long as you can get him to sign this, the title of ‘Mrs. Klawn’ is yours.” Natalie stared at the papers, disbelief in her eyes. She let out a snort, lips curled in mockery. “You used that face of yours—that face that looks like mine—to get him to marry you. And now you expect me to believe you’re willing to divorce him? Please.” I looked at her coldly. “Believe it or not. After what happened to Samuel, I’m done” “As for James… if you want him, you can have him.”

The moment she heard my words, her face darkened—but she quickly covered it with a cold, bitter laugh. “Give it to me? He liked me first! You’re the one who stole everything that should’ve been mine.” Seeing her so angry, I raised my eyes and looked directly at her. “Stole? You fished for James for so long and in the end, you were the one who ran off to another man overseas.” “Now that he doesn’t want you anymore, you come running back to meddle in someone else’s family.” Her expression twisted instantly. “What the hell are you talking about?” “Whether it’s true or not, you know the answer. I don’t really care. But if you miss this chance, you won’t get another.” Back when Natalie first reappeared, I had a feeling something wasn’t right, so I quietly started investigating. But before I could confront James with the truth, my son was murdered. Natalie narrowed her eyes and sneered. “I didn’t think a stupid woman like you would actually dig that far. But even if I did all that—so what? James said the person he loved from the beginning to the end was me.” A sharp pain lanced through my heart. I’d known it deep down, ever since Samuel died. I didn’t want to argue anymore. “Just answer me—yes or no?” Natalie’s expression slowly twisted into a smug grin. “If you really want a divorce, why don’t you tell him yourself? Why are you setting a trap and waiting for me to do it? Unless... you know something?” Her tone dropped coldly with those last words. I replied calmly, “I want a divorce because of my son.” “The Klawn Family has always buried their dead in the family cemetery. But I don’t want my son locked away in there—” Not next to the woman who helped kill him. My heart echoes. “I want to burried him where I want to. But I know James would never allow it.” That was the real reason I needed to leave. Natalie finally believed me. When she saw the name I’d signed at the bottom of the agreement, a victorious smirk crept across her lips. “Fine. I’ll do it.” Not long after, I received the divorce agreement—James’s signature on the dotted line. Just like that, the relationship that had lasted nearly seven years was over. I stared at the document in a daze. Then, with a clear head, I sent the video evidence to a friend at the news agency. I told them to schedule the story for release in exactly seven days. After that, I booked a one-way flight overseas. The departure date—also in seven days. James knew none of this. At our son’s memorial, he gently took my hand, his voice soft with affection. “Amy, you’ve been here day and night. You must be exhausted. Let me take over today.” His mother chimed in too. “You don’t look well, dear. Go home and rest.” I stared at the photograph of my son—his small gray face forever frozen in time—and shook my head. “No. Today’s the last day. I want to stay with him a little longer.” Seeing how firm I was, James sighed helplessly and leaned in to kiss my forehead. “Alright. I’ll get some work done and come back to be with you later.” As he walked away, I watched his retreating back with a bitter smile. Work? Or was he going to meet Natalie again? From the window, I saw his car parked out front. He didn’t drive off right away. Moments later, Natalie slipped inside. The car sped off. My vision dimmed. My heart, already in ruins, turned completely to ash. That night, James returned. I was still kneeling at the altar. Halfway through, I stood up and went to the restroom. But when I came back… I heard a voice echoing from the hall. Natalie. “James, let me give you a son too, okay?” She was pressing his hand to her stomach, draping herself over him like a snake. “You know how much I want to carry your child.” James grasped her hand, panting as he lifted her into his arms. “Baby, let’s go to the bedroom right now. You can have as many as you want.” Natalie let out a low, seductive laugh. “But I just want it to be here... okay?”

His voice wavered. “No... this is Samuel’s memorial hall.” Natalie coiled her arms around his neck and whispered seductively, “That’s what makes it exciting. Don’t you want to?” James was already breathing heavily—and moments later, their moans echoed through the solemn space. I stood frozen in the distance, watching it unfold with my own eyes. My fingernails dug so hard into my palms they nearly drew blood. This was my son’s memorial. How dare they? I forced myself to stay calm, raised my phone with trembling hands and recorded the entire scene. If they could be this shameless, then I wouldn’t let them walk away without consequences. *** The next day, after Samuel’s body was burried, in the afternoon I once again visited my son, to showed his favorite things that he left before he was kidnapped. But then just as I turned to leave, Natalie appeared. She stared at me sharply. “Amy, James’s already upset. Please, just apologize. Don’t go against him.” My vision blurred with tears. I glared at her. “You promised me. You said if I divorced him, you wouldn’t say anything. You promised!” Hearing the word divorce, James froze. “Who divorced? What divorce?!” Still pretending. I curled my lips into a bitter smile. “No matter what, I’m just visiting Samuel today.” His face darkened. “Amy, can you stop being unreasonable?” “Even if you’re angry and going crazy, you cannot take Samuel’s remains!” People around us began murmuring, trying to calm the situation. “She should stop making a big deal out of the child’s death. Their child deserves rest in peace.” Peace? How come? His father could sleep with his mistress who had killed him. I let out a cold, empty laugh. Then met James’s eyes, my words slicing through the air. “What if Samuel wasn’t a member of the Klawn Family?” His expression twisted in shock. “What are you saying? If he’s my son, he belongs to the Klawn Family. I clenched my hands into fists, ready to say more—but then, Natalie suddenly lunged forward. I saw the flash of malice in her eyes. She grabbed something in my hand harshly. “Amy, let me help you detach from him.—” CRASH! The wooden box shattered against the ground—Samuel’s music box. His most favorite thing that I’ve given him since he was two years old. It was all now breaking into pieces. “NOOO!!” My chest caved in with the weight of it. I dropped to my knees, legs collapsing beneath me. I clawed desperately at the floor, trembling hands trying to gather what little was left of my son's memories. “No... no... I just wanted to take this with me… How did everything turn into this?!” Tears poured down my cheeks, my heart split into a thousand pieces—and then I felt a foot slam down on my arm. Natalie stood over me, her eyes gleaming with false concern. “Amy, I didn’t mean it. I was just scared you two would fight…” Her voice was soaked in fake innocence. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I raised my hand and slapped her across the face. “You meant it! It’s one thing to target me, but why did you have to do this to me and my child?! He was just a little boy!” Natalie gasped in horror and collapsed to the floor. Clutching her cheek, she burst into tears and turned to James, her eyes brimming with fake innocence. “Amy’slost her mind! “James, are you really going to let her hurt me?!”

Only then did James snap back to his senses. He stepped forward, shielding Natalie behind him and raised his hand—then slapped me across the face with full force. “Amy, that slap was for Natalie. What have you become?” My head rang. A cold, wet sensation slid down the side of my face. I reached up and touched it—blood. My cheek throbbed with burning pain. James didn’t even glance at me. His voice was like ice. “She’s lost her mind. Get her out of here,” James ordered coldly. “And those music box—sweep them up and throw them in the trash. Amy, this is what you wanted. He won't be remembered.".” At his command, people stepped forward to clean up the remains of my son’s memories—our son—right there on the ground. “James! Do you even have a heart? That’s your child’s favorite things!” He sneered coldly. “You should remember this, Amy. Samuel ended up like this because of you. Take this as your lesson.” With that, he picked Natalie up in his arms and turned his back on me. I struggled wildly against the people holding me back. “Please, stop! Don’t do this to me! I was wrong—I’ll apologize, just don’t throw his stuff away. They’re very valuable for me!” Natalie spoke up with fake concern, her voice trembling ever so slightly. “James... maybe you should forgive her. She’s only acting this way because she’s upset with you.” But that smug look on her face—she couldn’t hide it. I snapped. “You did this. You grabbed the box. You shattered the box on purpose! James, you saw it too—didn’t you?!” His face, which had softened for a moment, hardened again. “So you’ve learned nothing. I only ever tolerated you before.” And then—he strode toward me. He dumped every last pieces of Samuel’s music box into the trash can. The world in front of me bled red. *** When I came back to my senses, I was on the floor. James stood over me, a chunk of his cheek torn and bleeding, staring in disbelief and fury. “Amy! Are you insane?! You bit me!” I looked up at him—and laughed. “Yes. I was insane to ever believe you were a good person. You’re a murderer. You killed your own son.” His face darkened. The next second, a sharp sting pierced my arm. Just before I blacked out, I saw him panic for the first time. When I came to, a man’s voice hovered in my ears. “Don’t worry, Mr. Klawn. It’s just a tranquilizer. The madam was too agitated. Let her rest.” I slowly opened my eyes. But what I saw wasn’t James. It was a man I didn’t know—half-undressed, his expression twisted into a leering smile. “Madam, you must be lonely. I’m here to keep you company.” I stared at him, numb. I didn’t feel fear anymore. Not anger. Nothing. Only when his hand reached toward me did something in me snap. CRASH! A cup flew through the air and shattered against his head. He let out a guttural cry, collapsing to the floor. The door burst open. Natalie stood there. She looked genuinely startled—for a moment. “Amy... you're still recovering. How could you seduce someone into your room like this? James would be heartbroken if he saw this.” Once upon a time, I would’ve screamed in defense, fought to explain myself. Now? I just smiled, cold as ice. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” Natalie stumbled back a step, startled by my tone. Then came footsteps—fast, heavy. James burst into the room. His face went ghostly pale the moment he saw the scene. His expression tightened in fury as his eyes locked on me. “Amy. Explain. Who is this man?”

I curled my lips into a faint smile. “Would you believe me if I said I don’t know him?” The man next to me scoffed and pulled out his phone, his face full of contempt. “You filthy bitch. You’re the one who contacted me on the app and now you’re playing dumb?” “Well, I’ve got proof. A picture and everything.” He flashed his screen. Just one glance—and my heart dropped. It was a photo of me, naked. But I had never taken such a picture. Let alone sent one with words as vulgar as those. Natalie gasped, shrieking as she ducked behind James with a face full of righteous horror. “Amy, James’s been so worried about you... and this is how you repay him? Sneaking around, shamelessly hooking up with strange men?” James’s face turned a sickly shade of green. He was trembling with fury. “This is what you’ve been doing behind my back? I treated you so well and this is how you repay me? Amy, how could you?!” Just like always, he didn’t even try to listen to me. I looked straight at him, my voice low but steady. “I didn’t do this. Someone else sent that photo and message.” James’s hands balled into fists. Veins bulged at his neck. “You’re still lying?! That’s your phone. Who else could’ve used it?” I looked past him—straight at Natalie. My voice now laced with ice. “Yeah, who else could’ve used my number to send that message? Someone who wanted to frame me. But they must’ve forgotten there’s surveillance in the hallway.” Her face twitched. She flinched—just slightly. And then she rushed in, voice trembling in mock righteousness. “Amy, if you did it, you should own up to it. Admit your mistake and James will forgive you for seducing another man.” I caught that flicker of panic in her eyes. And laughed bitterly. “Why so nervous if you didn’t do anything wrong? Afraid the surveillance will show you were the one behind it?” Tears spilled from Natalie’s eyes. She looked so pitiful. “Amy... why are you saying these things about me? I’m just worried for you, that’s all...” “Worried? No. This was your setup. Actually—no, I take that back. I’m not guessing anymore. I’m sure.” Her face drained of color. She kept denying it—but then the surveillance footage surfaced. It showed her entering my room. I stared her down, my gaze like a blade. “If you weren’t doing anything wrong, why sneak around and dodge the cameras? Tell me—was it you?” She looked to James, panic-stricken. “James, I came to check on her out of concern. Please—you have to believe me.” “Came with good intentions? Then why dodge the surveillance? And what a coincidence—you just happened to find a man in my room?” The truth was in plain sight now. I thought James might finally open his eyes. But instead, he looked at me coldly. Annoyed. “Natalie isn’t like that. I believe her.” I felt my smile curl bitterly. “She’s not ‘that kind of person’? And I am?” His anger erupted. “How much longer are you going to disgrace yourself? Natalie is kind and pure—nothing like you.” Just like before—when we lost our son—he stood by her side. Always by her side. Maybe it was because this had happened too many times. Maybe I’d already reached my limit. I no longer felt pain—just a cold, hollow laugh deep inside me. It was my fault. I could never win against Natalie. And because of that—my Samuel died. At first, I stayed in the Klawn Family because I wanted to take Samuel’s stuff and leave quietly. But now that he’s gone and nothing left, there’s no reason for me to stay. I lifted my chin. “Mr. Klawn… It’s over between us.” He looked stunned. He opened his mouth to say something, but Natalie cut in with a sneer. “Why must Amy threaten James like this?” My voice was calm. Cold. Final. “It’s not a threat. It’s a fact.” Everything about this man—and everything in this house—I didn’t want any of it anymore. James was saying something again, furious, but I didn’t hear him. Didn’t want to hear him. I picked up my phone. And I forwarded all the evidence—proof that Natalie had bought the man who murdered my son and that James had protected her at all costs. I sent it all to the Klawn Family’s greatest enemy: the Arison Family. James, you love Natalie so much? Then I’ll make you both pay. You’ll never be together. I’ll make you feel every ounce of the pain I’ve lived through—bit by bit. *** The next morning, I burned everything I owned at the villa. I no longer needed any part of him. I didn’t want it. I didn’t care. When I reached the airport, my phone buzzed. [Why didn’t you tell me you were discharged from the hospital?] It was James. I stared at the message. Then gave a crooked smile. Without replying, I shut down the phone and deactivated my number as I boarded the plane. James, from now on— You and I will never meet again.