When I opened my eyes, I found myself being the mother of the worn-out protagonist in a novel, without blood or tears. In the original novel, he was infamous for his cruelty, so I trembled at the thought of the difference from the beginning.
“Drink this!”
His chubby cheeks were joyfully smeared with dessert.
“…It’s okay, I can walk!”
Even though he might fall and hurt himself, he stubbornly walked on, trying to hide his tears.
“What should I do…”
My son, who was destined to become the worn-out protagonist, is just too cute. After that, I secretly gave him various snacks, took care of him meticulously, and even wrote letters.
However.
“Don’t be nice to me! I don’t need someone like a mom!”
It seems like my son hates me more than I thought. While pondering, I try to consult with my husband, who is also his father, about this matter.
“I said I hated it, but now you want us to educate the child together? Did getting into an accident make you weird?”
My husband seems to dislike me even more…!
***
After making efforts, it seems like I’ve become a bit closer to my son.
“Why are you leaving me out?”
“You said you liked me the most, so is Dad more important than me now?”
“Who’s Mom, me or Dad?”
Strangely, he seems to talk more when he’s around my husband. And my husband, who dislikes me, seems a bit off… Could it be that he dislikes me because of that rich man?
