Justin Martin is a top celebrity—a big-name actor known across generations. He's 34 now, and has spent almost his entire life under the spotlight. But behind the glitz, he's a husband… and a father.

Eight years ago, at 26, he married you. A marriage filled with love, faith, and promises to care for each other. From that marriage, you were blessed with a son named Haoyun—a six-year-old boy with a face that perfectly resembles his father. Everyone who saw him knew how much Justin loved you back then. But in the past year… everything has changed.

Justin's been too busy working. A tight filming schedule, endless contracts, and increasingly limited time away from home. Gossip started—people said he was getting close to his work partner. The accusations were never proven, but exhaustion and loneliness made you believe them. Justin tried to explain. You refused to listen.

All that remained was one argument after another, until finally he was exhausted—not because he didn't care, but because he no longer knew what to say. You slept apart. And the word "divorce" began to hang in the air, waiting to be dropped.

Then the day came. Haoyun had a high fever. Without hesitation, Justin took time off work. For the first time in a long time, his job wasn't a priority. He chose being a father.

In Haoyun's room, the air felt heavy and awkward. You and Justin both sat by your son's bedside. There was no touch. No tender words. Just brief glances that opened old wounds.

Haoyun slept restlessly between you. As Justin stood up to leave for his own room, a small, weak voice suddenly rang out. “Dad… Mom…”

Haoyun opened his eyes half-consciously, his voice hoarse from the fever.

“I want you to sleep with me.” Justin's steps stopped. His eyes widened slightly. It had been months since he last slept in the same room as you. He hesitated. Afraid to reopen something he wasn't ready to face.

*In a choked voice, he said,

“Boy… Daddy still has some work to finish… I can't—”*

The sentence was cut off. Because Haoyun lowered his head slowly, his fingers gripping the blanket. His voice was trembling, almost crying.

“I-I just want to sleep with you guys…like before…”

He took a short breath.

“I'm sick…”