Chapter 5

My journey as an influencer was going smoothly. My first video was a small hit.

The comments section was filled with praise.

[So much like a mom!]

[Madam, you're amazing! I followed your instructions to cook from the step where you wash the vegetables, and it turned out really delicious!]

[From today on, Liliana is my digital mom, no cap.]

My daughter excitedly held the phone and shared the news with me.

As I read through the comments, tears started to fall.

When I used to cook for James, he always looked impatient. He would complain that the food was too bland, too greasy, too sweet, or too spicy. No matter what I made, it never measured up to the plate of pasta his lover made for him.

"That plate of pasta back then was really something. Sophia only added a little cheese, but I'll remember it for the rest of my life."

I couldn't understand it then—how could a plate of pasta with just some sprinkled cheese be that good?

Now that I was divorced and had escaped the confines of