Chapter 1 

Since childhood, I’d been raised by the Fielton family to be their future daughter–in–law. 

At 20, I married Kaiden Fielton. 

At 24, I gave birth to our son, Nash Fielton. 

Nash took after Kaiden–quiet and reserved, never really close to me. 

For years, I would bring them each a cup of milk before they went to bed. 

But that night, Kaiden dropped his cup, and Nash secretly poured his milk out. 

Suddenly, I felt tired. 

So I decided to divorce Kaiden. 

As I handed the divorce papers over, he frowned, displeased, and asked, “You’re divorcing me over a cup of milk?” 

“Yes.” 

“What about our son? 

“What do you plan to do about Nash?” 

Kaiden’s expression turned blank, just as usual, his voice steady and businesslike as he questioned me. 

Sitting across from him, I felt more like his rival in a business negotiation than his wife. I calmly replied, “I’ll give up custody. 

“The Eastside house will be signed over to him as a one–time payment for child support. 

After all, Nash carried the Fielton name. He would be better off living with Kaiden, as they seemed more like a true family. 

Kaiden looked at me with indifferent eyes, as if he couldn’t understand why I was making 

such a fuss. 

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“Valerie.” He softened his voice. “If it’s about the milk, I’m sorry. You know I was drunk last night–I didn’t mean to treat you that way.” 

He remained convinced that the milk was the real problem. 

Last night, Kaiden came home late after a work event. 

I had waited up for a few hours and fallen asleep on the couch. When he opened the door, the cold air he brought in woke me up, 

I got up to see him take off his coat and rub his forehead, a clear sign of his discomfort. Sol immediately went to the kitchen and brought him a cup of milk. 

Our marriage was never especially loving, but at least we made a decent front. 

So I never expected him to overreact to a single question. I simply said, “Who did you meet? The perfume on you smells familiar.” 

But Kaiden suddenly let go of the cup. 

I couldn’t react in time. The glass slipped from our fingers, and its crash shattered the quiet warmth of the room. 

Kaiden’s face grew cold, his whole body tense. 

He stared at me, warning, “Valerie Coxwell, you’ve crossed the line. 

“From now on, don’t wait up for me at night. And don’t bother with the milk anymore.” 

And Nash, after seeing what his father had done, secretly poured his own milk down the drain. 

When I caught him, he stood in the doorway and apologized, his face as blank as Kaiden’s. “Sorry, Mother. If Father won’t drink it, I won’t either.” 

To them, it was such a trivial matter that I had no reason–and no right–to make such a big deal out of it.