The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Sophia loved Jeremy deeply, having fallen for him since the very first day she saw him. Therefore, problems with his virility did
not bother her too much.
As long as Sophia could keep him by her side, she would consider herself successful and happy.
However, she believed that having a child together with Jeremy would help rekindle their feelings and solidify their bond. To that
end, before his body had fully healed, she retrieved the child she sent away and tricked him by saying that the child was the
result of their union.
Jeremy believed in Sophia’s words. After all, he and the child bore a striking resemblance to each other. Unfortunately, that child
had never shown any affection for Sophia from a young age. No amount of love and care from her end could get him to call her
‘Mommy’.
Sophia occasionally grew impatient and wished she could scold the child, but the fear of Jeremy finding out was the sole factor
holding her back from doing so. She had gone so far, and she could not bear to see her effort be in vain if she did not take a
different approach.
Sophia planned to be kind to the child and entice Jeremy into believing they were once a loving couple. Then, when Jeremy’s
health had fully recovered someday and they had a child of their own, there would be no need for her to deal with that child
anymore. Jeremy would naturally grow fonder of their newborn, and she could then send the other boy abroad on the pretext of
giving him a better education.
Sophia’s main obstacle was Jeremy’s failing virility, for he firmly believed they were husband and wife. She chalked up his
reluctance to let her assist him during his bath to his pride, and his refusal to let his wife see his vulnerable side.
In short, Corinne could no longer exist in his heart or his memories. Years of brainwashing by the psychiatrist had erased all
traces of her from his memory.
Elsewhere, at a restaurant, the three kids were exhausted after some playtime in the children’s playground. They each held a
large slice of pizza and wolfed it down hungrily.
Francine propped up her chin and gazed fondly at her three little nephews, finding them to be increasingly adorable with every
passing look.
Corinne, who sat beside Francine, seemed to be lost in thought. The latter waved her hand in front of the former and said, “Is
something on your mind? We agreed to take the children out to play, but you’ve been spacing out the whole time! Are you

thinking about Jason?”
Corinne snapped back to reality and gazed thoughtfully at Francine. “No, I ran into Sophia at the kindergarten entrance.”
Francine was taken aback upon hearing that. “You ran into her? Isn’t she supposed to be in Molomia? When did she return to the
country?”
Corinne replied, “She said she came back just recently.”
Francine frowned indignantly. “I get angry every time I hear that woman’s name! My brother would never have disappeared if it
weren’t for her. It’s all her fault!”
Corinne narrowed her eyes and said, “She was holding a child in her arms when I met her.”
“A child?” Francine was once again overwhelmed by surprise. “With whom?”
Corinne had a skeptical look as she explained, “She mentioned that she got married and had a baby with her husband.”
Francine seemed to share Corinne’s suspicions. “And who is her husband? What’s his name? What does he look like? Have you
seen him?”
Corinne shook her head. “No, she was alone with the child.”