Don't grab my stepson, Billionaire Husband

After the business marriage, I found myself with a 4-and-a-half-year-old son. Before meeting him, I had resigned myself to a life of indifference—foreseeing a future where my husband would remain cold and distant, and my stepson would ignore me, painting a picture of a "tragic" existence. But the moment I saw that little cutie, his small hand tugging at my clothes and his tentative voice calling me "Mom," I was utterly undone.

In that instant, my hardened resolve crumbled. I turned to my husband, eyes filled with a desperate plea. “After the divorce,” I asked softly, “can I keep the child?”