Ex-Husband Wants My Baby After Putting Me to Jail

When she was fifteen, Violet Don joked with Noah Bates that when she grew up, she wanted to marry him. By the time she was twenty, her wish had finally come true. However, it was only that year, when Amy Andrews became a legitimate part of the family, that she realized Noah Bates had always had someone else in his heart.

And to him, she was nothing but a cover.

Amy was his true love, so what was she? Nothing at all. On their wedding night, Noah Bates flew abroad to vacation with Amy, while Violet sat alone in her room, waiting quietly all night long.

Until dawn broke, she finally understood that some people can never be waited for to return.

For five years, she had walked this path alone before she realized that banging her head against the wall until it bled was such a painful experience.

"Noah Bates, I could continue to wait for you, disregarding time and losing face, but you have treated me this way. Five years of silent admiration for a solitary city, in exchange for five years in a prison cell. My life, shattered and tattered, how will you repay me, how?"

Waking up from a nightmare, Violet clutched at her chest and took deep breaths, plagued by a dream of the past that haunted her like a nightmare, from which she couldn't break free.

This memory always resurfaced when she was most vulnerable, and every time, Violet had to relive that pain.

"Mom, did you have a nightmare again?"

Little Wayne Don kindly warmed up a glass of milk and handed it to her just as she woke up, "Do you want me to tell you a story?"

His intelligence and understanding were beyond his age, making her feel both guilty and heartbroken.

Violet rubbed Little Wayne's face, "Let Mom tell you a story... What would you like to hear?"

"I don't want to hear a story. If Mom wants, I can tell you one," Little Wayne said to Violet, "Uncle has told me a lot."

"Uncle" referred to Violet's real brother, who had fought desperately to save Little Wayne Don from the prison when Violet gave birth while incarcerated.

"It's all Mom's fault for not having the time for you; Uncle is good to you."

Violet finished her milk and placed the glass on the nightstand, "Tomorrow is the weekend, how about we go to the amusement park with Uncle?"

Little Wayne's face was a spitting image of Noah Bates's, but while Noah's eyes were too cold, Little Wayne's were different; his eyes were particularly beautiful and overly gentle.

At such a young age, Little Wayne understood too much that only adults should know, and that's why he was so heart-wrenchingly precious.

At the mention of going to the amusement park, Little Wayne became very excited. Violet hugged him, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

The long night stretched on, with the dawn seeming out of reach.

******

The next day, when they left the house, she dressed Little Wayne quite stylishly, like a little gentleman with suave manners, which made Violet very proud.

"There certainly couldn't be any girl who doesn't like our Little Wayne!"

"I think so too!"

Little Wayne, quite vain, stroked his chin, "It's all because I have a beautiful mother who gave birth to me this good-looking."

"Sweet talker, let's go find Uncle."

Violet's brother, Owen Don, now had an independent design studio and had just landed a big project. He had been sleeping in the studio lately. Violet buckled Little Wayne into the car and drove onto the highway.

After they were released from prison, Owen took Violet back and the two supported each other while seeking news of their parents.

The Violet of the past was a prized princess, her talent extraordinary. As a young girl, her design sketches had impressed the largest blue-blood brand abroad, leading to an invitation to participate in designing their spring haute couture. Later, she had shined increasingly brighter in her career.

Perhaps meeting Noah Bates was a calamity in her life. She, who was once so proud, became such a pitiful laughingstock because of him.

Five years in a cage were but a new beginning. Nobody would ever think to break her spine!

She changed her stage name and opened a studio with her brother. Now she was living comfortably, not exactly wealthy, but supporting Wayne Don wasn't a problem.

Violet Don was thankful she wasn't an uneducated, spoiled brat; she was smart and talented, able to start over anytime, anywhere.

Noah Bates had ruined five years of her life—he wouldn't get a chance to ruin any more!

While driving, Violet Don turned on the car radio, and Wayne Don was switching stations when a report about Noah Bates came on—

"Insiders reveal that Young Master Bates of the Bates Family, Noah Bates, will come to Blue City at the end of this month to collaborate with Yates Clan Corps. Both companies went public five years ago and now possess substantial capital and financial power..."

Wayne Don switched the station off before the report finished.

Violet Don was startled, "Um... you don't like it?"

"I don't like it." Wayne Don didn't even have to think, "That Noah Bates, he's my dad, isn't he?"

What do you do when a child is too smart? Would a spanking make him dumber? Urgent, waiting online.

Violet Don chuckled awkwardly, "How did you..."

"Know?" Wayne Don pointed at himself, "Mommy, I've seen his face on the TV news, now look at my face."

It turned out even a five-year-old could see the answer to whether they were father and son!

Violet Don glanced at Wayne Don, "To prevent Noah Bates from tricking you into going back with him one day, I've decided to take you abroad for plastic surgery this Chinese New Year."

Wayne Don said, "It's no use, if Young Master Bates wants to acknowledge me, he'll surely check the DNA too."

Dammit! How could her son be so smart? It's a lot of pressure being his mom!

Violet Don continued to force a laugh, "Hahaha, you're really bright."

After a while, Wayne Don said wistfully, "Mom, you don't have to worry, I won't go with him."

Violet Don almost slammed on the brakes, and as she turned to look at Wayne Don, her hands trembling on the steering wheel, she asked, "Why would you suddenly say that?"

Wayne Don looked at Violet Don seriously, "I only want to be by Mommy's side. I don't want anyone else, not even if it's Daddy."

Violet Don's eyes reddened, "You little brat, who taught you that?"

Wayne Don ratted out quickly, "Uncle taught me how to make you happy with this, said I could even trick you into giving me snacks."

Violet Don smacked the horn, damn her brother, give back her moment of being touched!

Twenty minutes later, the three of them met at the entrance of the amusement park. Owen Don took Wayne Don to buy tickets, leaving Violet Don standing alone, smiling as she watched their retreating figures, one tall and one small.

At this moment, a black Maybach drove by behind them—

Noah Bates's gaze faltered, and suddenly he instructed the driver, "Stop a moment!"

The driver braked abruptly, asking, "Young Master Bates, what's the matter..."

By the time Noah Bates looked back, the spacious road was empty of the figure he had just seen.

Was he seeing things... why would he suddenly think that silhouette looked so much like her?

Annoyed, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, Noah Bates said, "Keep driving."

"Yes..." The driver ignited the car again, and Noah Bates leaned back in his seat, his gaze fractured and broken.

Five years had passed, why did he still remember her silhouette?