For Ten Years I Raised My Son Without His Father — The Entire Town Mocked Me, Until One Day Luxury Cars Pulled Up in Front of My House and the Boy’s Real Father Made Everyone Cry”
It was a hot afternoon in the village when I—Hanh—gathered firewood. My ten-year-old son asked, “Mom, why don’t I have a father like my classmates?” I had no answer.
When I got pregnant, the village mocked me. The man I loved had promised marriage but vanished the next day. I worked any job I could, raising my son alone, enduring every cruel whisper.
Then one rainy morning, several luxury cars stopped outside my small house. An old man stepped out, tears streaming down his face, and knelt before me.
“Ten years… I’ve finally found you and my grandson,” he said, showing me a photo of the man I’d loved.
He explained that his son had died in a car accident the very day he went to seek his parents’ blessing. The old man had searched for us ever since. The neighbors watched in shock as he revealed his identity—the head of the powerful Lâm Gia Group.
“My God,” they whispered, “that boy is President Lâm’s only grandson.”
As we left the village in the rain, I no longer felt shame—only peace. After years of pain, the truth had finally set us free.
