On the day the divorce was finalized, I booked a high-speed rail ticket back to my hometown. A phone, an ID card, and a bank card with a meager balance were all I had left.
When the butler called to say the young master was crying for his mother, I finally understood that the son I had borne and his father loved the same woman.
Before the train left, I made one last promise: I would never disturb him again.