My Dead Husband Returned with His Secret Son

The first year after our wedding, my husband went overseas for work and vanished at sea. They never even found his body.

For eight long years, I gritted my teeth and carried the weight of his entire family, taking care of his aging parents without a single complaint.

Until today. My in-laws showed up on my doorstep, dragging a seven-year-old boy between them.

"Lucas died young, and you're turning thirty soon," Martha announced casually. "We brought this boy for you to raise. He'll take care of you when you're old."