"I swear I didn't mean to do this, Fumiko. I never imagined this could happen. I would never do anything to hurt Akie.He's my son too," Hiroto insisted, his voice rising slightly, but his composure held.
Fumiko's grip tightened on his collar. "Your son? If he were your son, you wouldn't use him like this. You didn't do this with Hiro because he grew up with you, but you did it with Akie. Is this how you plan to win me back? By making him a pawn and scaring me into coming here? Did you think I'd be happy to see you? Did you think I'd trust you?"
Her voice broke as she fell to her knees, her grip on his pants loosening. Tears streamed down her face. "You must be so happy. You finally got me on my knees, begging for my son, because he's mine, not yours."
