Raffa rubbed my back endlessly. Occasionally wiping away the tears on my face using his tiny fingers. And he who continues to kiss my cheek softly makes me incomparably touched.

It seems that my crying made my son grieve too. He shed tears with me.

"Where's Daddy, Mom? Why haven't you come home yet? Mommy, why are you crying?"

I stared at my son's face which was like Raefal's miniature. They were so alike that looking at Raffa's face immediately reminded me of his father.

His father was probably having fun with that slut right now.

I took a deep breath, realizing I looked stupid and fragile by crying like...