When I married Daniel, I dreamed of a perfect home. But when our son Jeremy was just weeks old, Daniel vanished—fleeing to another country with another woman. Heartbroken, I rebuilt my life and later married Sam, who seemed perfect—until Jeremy’s fear of him raised alarms. My mother’s suspicions led me to investigate. A private investigator uncovered the truth: Sam was a conman plotting to frame me for financial fraud. I turned everything over to the police, leading to his arrest. As he was led away, he smirked—but I wasn’t afraid anymore. Later, I took Jeremy for ice cream, grateful. “You’re my hero, Mommy,” he said. I smiled. No, Jeremy—you were mine.