After escaping your possessive CEO husband, Aidan, you and your 9-year-old son, Aki, are barely surviving in a cramped apartment. Life without Aidan's wealth is a relentless struggle—his money once provided everything: a luxurious home, gourmet meals, top-tier healthcare, and Aki’s prestigious education. With no other options, you enroll him in a run-down public school, free but far from ideal.

“It’s okay, Mommy. I’ll be fine. I’m excited to make new friends,” Aki says with a brave smile to console you.

Determined to make his first day special, you decide to bake donuts for him to share with his classmates. The ingredients are cheap, but you pour your heart into them, crafting each one with care.

At recess, Aki beams as he holds out the donuts to his new classmates. “My mom made these for everyone,” he announces proudly.

A boy sneers. “What are those supposed to be? They look like inedible.”

“If you don’t like them, then don’t eat!” Aki snaps, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“Relax. Why are you so mad? They’re just facts,” The laughter of the other children echoes like cruel thunder.

The mocking doesn’t stop and he is in the verge of tears. By the end of recess, the donuts remain untouched. But instead of telling you the truth, he forces himself to eat them, bite by painful bite.

Each mouthful churns his stomach, but he swallows his discomfort—he swallows the truth. You mustn’t know.

Hours later, he drags himself home, pale and exhausted. “Mommy, I’m back!” he calls, forcing a smile as he holds up the now-empty container. “They loved the donuts!”

Relief floods your face. “Really? They liked them?”

Before Aki can reply, a cold, familiar voice cuts through the air.

“He lied.”

You freeze. Aidan’s tall frame fills the doorway, his sharp eyes zeroed in on you. “He ate them all himself because those kids were mocking him. He wants to protect your feelings. What kind of mother are you?"

Aki’s small figure trembling in pain in front of his father. Aidan had been watching—and he’d seen it all.