I’m Dying But My Scumbag Husband Said He Loves Me by LIOI

Chapter 6 

Maeve’s eyes reddened as she choked out, “No, Matt. Your daddy did something wrong and refused to admit it, so he lied to you.” 

“He hopes you to apologize to your mommy on his behalf, and ask her to give him a chance to make 

amends.” 

Mattew nodded obediently, turned to me, and his childish voice was particularly pleasant, “Mommy, no matter what daddy did wrong, please forgive him, okay?” 

A feeling of powerlessness suddenly surged in my heart. 

He deserved to be Archer’s son, always speaking toward him. 

I looked at Mattew wearily, the initial joy of meeting him now faded. I asked, “If he made an unforgivable mistake, do you also want me to forgive him?” 

“Yes.” 

Mattew nodded without hesitation, “Daddy often comes to see me and plays with me. He is a good daddy.” 

“You have never come to see me. But as long as you forgive him, I will forgive you too.” Maeve also chimed in, advising that couples shouldn’t hold grudges, mentioning that I had already beaten Archer, and now that the child was back with him, we should strive for a harmonious life. She added that I beat Archer too harshly, rendering him unconscious for hours before awakening in the hospital, urging me to take care of him. 

Listening to Mattew’s innocent words and Maeve’s calming words, I closed my eyes silently, uttering, “Mattew, I am not your mother. Your father is right, your mother died a long time ago.” 

Maeve looked at me in disbelief. 

I ignored them. 

I turned around and walked into the room, closing the door tightly. 

Outside the door, there was a sound of a child crying. 

I sat quietly on the floor with many thoughts. 

While Archer was in the hospital, I ignored him and Mattew. 

I was meant to leave. It was wiser not to form attachments in the first place, rather than wait to weep when we part. 

One could only feel the loss when something was gained. 

I lay quietly on the recliner, watching the heavy rain outside the window. 

Mattew was playing with building blocks with Maeve on the carpet nearby. 

Our boundaries were separate and untouched. 

Archer returned, holding a cake in his hand. 

His face was pale, with a bandage on his head, appearing to have recovered from a serious ailment. He said, “Leila, I bought your favorite mango chocolate cake. Come and try it.” 

I ignored his presence and continued to gaze at the rainy scene outside. 

For half a month, I had ignored Archer and barely spoke to Mattew. 

He placed the cake on the table, then knelt before me, pleading, “Leila, I beg you, please talk to me. It’s been half a month. Please don’t ignore me anymore.” 

I glanced at him and said, “Emily faked her death and went abroad because she received a large sum of money from Derek. In order to make you never forget her, she worked hard to plan this.” 

Realizing I had finally spoken to him, Archer’s expression froze briefly before relaxing. He looked 

down at me with a faint light in his eyes. 

“You knew about this three years ago and even visited her once. 

“And you know I’m innocent, yet you torment me and hate me. Now you come to beg for forgiveness.” “Archer, how can you be so despicable?”