Three Years After the Divorce, I Went to Visit My Son—He Screamed and Ran Away. My Ex-Wife Smirked Coldly and Pointed at the Altar, Leaving Me Frozen in Shock

My ex-wife was my first love.

We met in college, fell in love, and got married shortly after graduation. For many years, she was the only woman in my eyes. Back then, I truly loved her and devoted myself wholeheartedly to our marriage. I never once thought I would betray my wife.

And yet, I never imagined that one day I would become infatuated with another woman.

I know I was wrong—wrong for being unfaithful, for deceiving my wife. But during the time she was pregnant, I felt deeply deprived emotionally and physically, and I was weak enough to fall into an affair. I tried to end the illicit relationship, but I couldn’t. Gradually, I became more attached to my mistress and increasingly neglected my wife and child at home.

When our son turned three, my wife discovered my affair.

She completely lost control—she confronted my mistress in a jealous rage, even showed up at my workplace to vent her anger. I was furious. How could my wife humiliate me like that? Even if I had made a mistake, she should have left me some dignity—at the very least, she shouldn’t have jeopardized my career.

Her vengeful, hatred-filled behavior only made me feel more disgusted. The guilt inside me wasn’t strong enough to make me understand her pain. I did try to ask for her forgiveness, promised to end things with my mistress once and for all, but she couldn’t accept it.

Exhausted, I finally said that if we couldn’t go on, then we should get a divorce.

At first, she refused. But eventually, she signed the divorce papers.

After the divorce, I continued seeing my mistress.

For the next three years, I only sent money for child support and never once visited my son. My ex-wife refused to accept the money and always transferred it back to me.

Then one day, my mistress betrayed me.

Only then did I want to return to my ex-wife and child. At that moment, I finally realized how foolish and blind I had been in the past. I finally understood the unbearable pain my ex-wife must have felt when I betrayed her.

I went to see my ex-wife and son, hoping—naively—that there might still be a chance to rekindle what we once had, even though I knew it wouldn’t be easy.

When I arrived, my son opened the door.

The moment he saw my face, he turned pale. He let out a piercing scream and ran back into the house.

My ex-wife came out of the kitchen. When she saw me, she gave a cold smile. Without saying a word, she simply raised her hand and pointed toward the altar.

I followed the direction of her finger.

And there—on the altar—was a framed photo of me.

My vision went dark. I was completely stunned.

Before I could ask anything, she spoke calmly:

“I told him his father was dead so he wouldn’t keep waiting and hoping. And really, it’s not wrong. A father who’s alive but absent might as well be dead. So I let him believe that his father died.”

I was furious—but I swallowed my anger. I wanted to reconcile. I knew that if I lost my temper, everything would be over.

But no matter what I said, my ex-wife firmly ordered me to leave. She didn’t want to see me again.

Now, I am drowning in regret. I truly want to return to my wife and child.

But what should I do now?