A Vengeful Ex-Wife

"Mia, Mia." James was calling her again.

Maria burst into tears. "Goodbye, Arthur! Arthur!"

"Mia, don't cry."

However, sobs kept bursting forth from her mouth. She was inconsolable.

When she woke up from the dream, Maria's eyes opened to meet James' worried ones.

The frown on his brows finally relaxed. "You're awake. How are you feeling now?"

Maria looked at her surroundings and recognized the room in the Fairview Villa. Shaking her head, she said softly, "James, Arthur appeared in my dream." "Really? What was he doing?" Maria appeared to be normal at the moment, so James secretly let out a sigh of relief.

"In another world, Arthur has his own parents and a younger sister."

James grabbed her hand and pressed his lips at the back of it. "Maybe Arthur was telling you that he's happy now. He doesn't want you to worry about him." "Yeah." Even in the hazy reality of that dream, she could feel her son's happiness.

No matter where Arthur was, it was okay as long as he was doing fine.

"So, don't miss him anymore. Let's just take good care of his brother." He hoped that Maria would no longer dwell on Arthur's accident.

"Ah, by the way, Bob also picked a bald boy to be his younger brother." A smile crossed Maria's features at the thought.

She didn't see the child's face clearly, which was unfortunate, but she could tell that the baby was extremely cute.

With a smile, James said, "It seems like Bob is going to have a younger brother."

Maria rolled her eyes at him. "How could that be possible?" They had been taking contraceptive measures all this time, so Bob wouldn't be getting a brother any time soon. "Are you hungry? I'll ask John to bring up some food," he asked. She had been asleep for a day and a night.

"Okay." Maria didn't refuse.

She felt exhausted, and her head throbbed painfully. However, it was nothing unusual after a long sleep.

After dinner, Maria regained most of her strength. She asked James, "Where is Bob?"

"He is at Lawrence's place."

"Why?" Maria asked, a slight frown of confusion puckering her brows.

Lawrence's workplace was more than two hundred kilometers away from them-in other words, nowhere close.

"Rosa has run away, and I'm sure Colby is up to no good himself. We can get Bob once we've dealt with both of them." Maria fell silent.

She could understand James' intention. After all, Lawrence's workplace was safe. For now, she only had to endure the pain of missing Bob. After clearing away the dishes, James sat at the edge of the bed and looked into Maria's eyes. "I have something to talk to you about." "What is it?"

He took out a bottle of medicine from the nightstand drawer and asked in a tentative tone, "Have you been taking this all this time?" Stunned, Maria stared at the bottle for a moment and then shook her head. "I used to take it before, but I haven't had it for a long time." Since she was with James, she was so happy that her mental trauma had gradually healed.

"Mia, I've contacted a famous psychiatrist. I'll take you to him for a check-up, okay?"

Maria refused the offer. In one movement, she grabbed the bottle and tossed it into the nearby trash bin. "There's no need; I'm fine now. I don't need to take the medicine or do the check-up." James stared at her, surprised by her answer. Then, his eyes strayed toward the bottle in the trash can without saying a word.

'Has she really recovered?'

However, he respected her decision. Since she didn't agree, he wouldn't force her. "Okay, we won't go."

Maria breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay."

His arms gently closed around her. They basked in each other's warmth, lost in their own thoughts as silence stretched between them. After a long time, he asked, "Why didn't you tell me back then?" Maria knew what he was talking about. Listening to the calming beat of his heart, she answered, "James, would you have believed me when the accident had just happened, or when I returned to H City?" James didn't know how to answer the question. After all, he knew that his answer was no, he wouldn't have believed her back then.

Everyone had already written her off as the sinner. Nobody would have thought that it was Rosa's fault. Rosa was the one who had hurt Arthur.

He now knew the reason why Maria approached Colby and tried her best to deal with Rosa.

"Have a good rest. I'll take care of them."

"No, thanks. I won't bother you with this. Now that Rosa and Colby are divorcing, she's much easier to deal with than before."

James found that answer unsatisfactory. Ducking his head to look at her more closely, he gently squeezed her chin and made her look at him. "Maria, what do you mean by bother?"

She smiled and changed the topic. "How is Tommy doing?"

"Doing a lot better, fortunately. He's still staying at the hospital."

"That's good." Fortunately, Tommy was fine. If something bad had happened to him, Maria wouldn't have been able to forgive herself.

"His parents have been found, but they don't want to claim him as their son. I'm planning to let someone

adopt him."

Maria was stunned "They did not admit that he's their son? What kind of parents are they?"

"Hmm." James hadn't expected that, either. Since they had declared that they wanted nothing to do with the child, they would never be able to take him back again

The next morning, Maria suggested they should go to the cemetery to visit Arthur.

It was a pity that she couldn't bring Bob to visit his older brother.

Maria put a candy in front of the tombstone and said softly, "Arthur, I'm glad that you now live a happy life. Your younger brother is not at home, but I will take him to see you next time. If you have the time, please appear in my dream again, so that I can find out how you are doing now."

As James stood at Maria's side and stared at the cute face on the tombstone, a complicated mix of emotions filled him.

The brothers resembled one another. They took after Maria, but upon a closer inspection, they looked like James, too.

Genetics was such a strange thing. Children could sometimes look like their mother in one moment, and then resemble their father in the next.

However, it didn't matter who they resembled-they were both Maria and his children.

After a while, Maria stood up, caressed the photo, and then pressed a kiss on it.

She would miss him for the rest of her life.

In her heart, Arthur would always be her baby.

In order to take better care of Bob, Lawrence took Meagan to the base and asked her to take care of the boy.

However, Meagan had never given birth to a child, nor had she had the experience of taking care of one. Thus, she had no idea what to do with Bob.

Fortunately, Bob was a good, well-behaved boy. When Lawrence's colleagues wandered over during their free time, they would play with Bob.

The soldiers would bring Bob while they went running for a few kilometers. To amuse the child, they would lift him high above their heads. He would crawl along on his belly like the soldiers did. While other children played with toy guns, he played with a real one.

For Bob, this life was happy.

The soldiers completely fell for the little boy, who was cute, pleasing, and popular. Every time Maria had a video chat with Meagan, the other woman usually had to spend around ten minutes just to find Bob. The weather was getting progressively hotter, and soon Bob didn't need to wear diapers anymore. He would go to the men's room with the soldiers.

After living so freely for several days, he was tanned from all that exposure to the sun.