It took me five years after my son was born to finally realize the truth—he never loved us.

To end this painful marriage, I decided to take my son and leave. But fate played a cruel trick on us. During a rogue attack, I lost my wolf spirit, and my son lost an eye.

Just as I was drowning in despair, my usually cold and distant husband knelt before everyone, begging for forgiveness and swearing he’d be our rock for life.

So, my son and I gave him a chance—a 100-day trial.

If he proved himself, we’d stay.

But on the 99th day... fate shattered everything again.