I didn't withdraw the lawsuit, but after that day, Andrew surprisingly stopped helping Wendy. I couldn't figure out why he suddenly gave up on his so-called 'helpless mother and daughter' argument.Not that it mattered to me.Wendy ended up being branded as a mistress, and the court ruled that she had to return everything Andrew had gifted her. Some of the money was already spent and couldn't be recovered, but that wasn't my concern.Now, with Yuna's condition no longer requiring therapy, I settled all the payments I owed Henry and even doubled the amount as a token of gratitude. The only thing left for me to do now was to focus on being with Yuna.Wendy no longer occupied my thoughts, and to my surprise, neither did Andrew seem to care about her anymore.…For the past few days, he had been shadowing me and Yuna, following us everywhere. He didn't dare go home and instead loitered outside our house. Though he had a key, he didn't muster the courage to step inside.I had no idea
Andrew finally agreed to the divorce. He voluntarily gave up custody of Yuna and didn't even fight for visitation rights. People whispered behind his back, calling him cold-hearted and shameless. He let the rumors fly, bearing the weight of every accusation without offering a single word in his defense. When it came to splitting our assets, he gave me the lion's share. I didn't hesitate and accepted everything.On the day we signed the divorce papers, I put on a rare touch of bright makeup. My mood was light. Andrew, on the other hand, looked unusually disheveled. His unshaven face and bloodshot eyes suggested he hadn't slept in days.When he saw me, radiant and composed, a bitter smile crossed his lips. "Are you really that happy?" he asked.Feeling cheerful, I gave him an honest answer."Of course I'm happy. From now on, Yuna and I won't have to share the same household registration with you. Who wouldn't be happy to finally escape misery?"He was silent for a moment, then spo
I never thought I would be reborn. The image of Yuna dying in my arms still felt so vivid.In my previous life, I had died miserably.Yuna only had one wish as she took her last breath, which was to see her father, whom she hadn't seen for over a month. But I couldn't bear to tell her the truth that I couldn't reach Andrew Kettler at all. No matter how many messages I sent or how many times I begged him, it would always fall on deaf ears.Then, I caught sight of a post on Wendy Seyfert's social media. It turned out Andrew had been spending New Year's Eve with her and her daughter, Tonya, lighting fireworks together."Tonya was very happy to have someone to accompany her on New Year's Eve this year."Despair, fury, and bitterness overwhelmed me. My emotions, raw and uncontained, could not be controlled. Yuna was such a young child, yet she noticed everything."Mommy, Daddy's not coming back to see me, is he?" she asked. I held her tightly and tried my best to apologize to he
Once Andrew was gone, I left the place with Yuna in my arms as well.Yuna clung to my neck, her innocent eyes wide with curiosity. "Mommy, where are we going?" she asked softly.The timing of my rebirth had been fortunate. Although Yuna's mental illnesses were severe at this point, they weren't beyond help.I stroked her head and smiled gently. "I'm taking you somewhere fun. From now on, I'll make sure you're happy every day, and no one will make you sad again. How does that sound?"Yuna's face lit up, and she nodded eagerly.…While carrying her in my arms, I hailed a cab and headed to one of the city's top psychological care centers."Could you please arrange for your best therapist to see us?" I asked the receptionist.The receptionist acted quickly, and luck was on our side. The center's highly-regarded therapist, Henry Bacon, happened to be available today.The moment Yuna saw him, she took an immediate liking to him."Mommy," she whispered in my ear. "I like this man. Hi
Ever since Andrew left that day, he never returned home.I knew that he was waiting for me to yield. However, the Mariah who used to give in to him was the one who loved him deeply. That person no longer existed.Now, I couldn't care less about his whereabouts.I threw myself entirely into Yuna's psychological therapy sessions, praying that Andrew would stay away forever and spare me from having to see him again. Perhaps it was because I had already brushed shoulders with death, or maybe it was because I felt nothing for him now, but by some miracle, the depression that once weighed me down for years in my past life had vanished in this one.Turns out, men are only good for one thing—causing women stress and frustration. Beyond that, they're utterly useless, I thought to myself.Even though Andrew hadn't come home, I could guess exactly where he was with just the smallest effort. After all, Wendy's social media was a constant stream of updates on Andrew's daily life with her child
Wendy had just received my lawyer's letter, and barely a moment later, Andrew got a call from her at the office. He even postponed the shareholders' meeting to clean up the mess she had caused. He wanted to confront me, but of course, he refused to reach out directly. Instead, he had his secretary deliver the message like some royal decree, summoning me to his office. John Tate, Andrew's secretary, messaged me. 'Mr. Kettler has asked you to come to the office. There's something he needs to discuss.'His secretaries were all masters of reading the room, knowing exactly how to adjust their behavior to suit whoever held the upper hand. It was painfully obvious to everyone who Andrew favored, though he would never admit it for the sake of his reputation. Those secretaries were a prime example. They knew I wasn't as important as Wendy. In my past life, whenever I called the company desperately trying to get through to Andrew, nearly all of my calls were rejected outright.This tim
Henry sat outside the consultation room, holding Yuna in his arms. I showed her the cherished video from her birthday, the one where her face got smeared with cake.Yuna's laughter that day had been truly infectious.Ever since she was born, I had never seen her so genuinely happy.Now, nestled in Henry's embrace, she giggled uncontrollably, declaring that when it was his birthday, she would do the same to him. That was the scene Andrew walked in on, a warm, wholesome moment.But his sudden arrival shattered the calm. He stormed over, his face flushed with anger as he grabbed my wrist tightly.The hospital was full of people, but Andrew barely managed to keep his voice low enough to avoid making a scene."Mariah, what right do you have to criticize me and Wendy?"I haven't been home in two months. And now I know why you never asked where I was. Turns out you didn't need me at all. You've already found someone else!"At least I've been really taking care of Tonya!"And what a
Andrew finally agreed to the divorce. He voluntarily gave up custody of Yuna and didn't even fight for visitation rights. People whispered behind his back, calling him cold-hearted and shameless. He let the rumors fly, bearing the weight of every accusation without offering a single word in his defense. When it came to splitting our assets, he gave me the lion's share. I didn't hesitate and accepted everything.On the day we signed the divorce papers, I put on a rare touch of bright makeup. My mood was light. Andrew, on the other hand, looked unusually disheveled. His unshaven face and bloodshot eyes suggested he hadn't slept in days.When he saw me, radiant and composed, a bitter smile crossed his lips. "Are you really that happy?" he asked.Feeling cheerful, I gave him an honest answer."Of course I'm happy. From now on, Yuna and I won't have to share the same household registration with you. Who wouldn't be happy to finally escape misery?"He was silent for a moment, then spo
I didn't withdraw the lawsuit, but after that day, Andrew surprisingly stopped helping Wendy. I couldn't figure out why he suddenly gave up on his so-called 'helpless mother and daughter' argument.Not that it mattered to me.Wendy ended up being branded as a mistress, and the court ruled that she had to return everything Andrew had gifted her. Some of the money was already spent and couldn't be recovered, but that wasn't my concern.Now, with Yuna's condition no longer requiring therapy, I settled all the payments I owed Henry and even doubled the amount as a token of gratitude. The only thing left for me to do now was to focus on being with Yuna.Wendy no longer occupied my thoughts, and to my surprise, neither did Andrew seem to care about her anymore.…For the past few days, he had been shadowing me and Yuna, following us everywhere. He didn't dare go home and instead loitered outside our house. Though he had a key, he didn't muster the courage to step inside.I had no idea
When Yuna said she didn't know him, Andrew froze on the spot. He stood stiffly, and his expression was blank for what felt like an eternity."What do you mean? Why don't you recognize me?" he murmured, his voice tinged with desperation. Frantically, he pulled out his phone and began scrolling through the photo album, searching for any pictures of himself with Yuna. But there was nothing. Not even a single photo. The entire album was filled with images of a little girl named Tonya. Not one slot in his gallery was reserved for his own daughter. He could only watch Yuna crying uncontrollably as he explained repeatedly, "Sweetie, I'm your Daddy. I'm your dad—"Yuna recoiled from his attempts to approach her and wailed inconsolably. I was worried this might worsen her condition. Thankfully, Henry stepped in, gently taking Yuna into his arms and soothing her until she calmed down.Andrew stood to the side, watching the scene unfold. The more he watched, the darker his expression gr
Henry sat outside the consultation room, holding Yuna in his arms. I showed her the cherished video from her birthday, the one where her face got smeared with cake.Yuna's laughter that day had been truly infectious.Ever since she was born, I had never seen her so genuinely happy.Now, nestled in Henry's embrace, she giggled uncontrollably, declaring that when it was his birthday, she would do the same to him. That was the scene Andrew walked in on, a warm, wholesome moment.But his sudden arrival shattered the calm. He stormed over, his face flushed with anger as he grabbed my wrist tightly.The hospital was full of people, but Andrew barely managed to keep his voice low enough to avoid making a scene."Mariah, what right do you have to criticize me and Wendy?"I haven't been home in two months. And now I know why you never asked where I was. Turns out you didn't need me at all. You've already found someone else!"At least I've been really taking care of Tonya!"And what a
Wendy had just received my lawyer's letter, and barely a moment later, Andrew got a call from her at the office. He even postponed the shareholders' meeting to clean up the mess she had caused. He wanted to confront me, but of course, he refused to reach out directly. Instead, he had his secretary deliver the message like some royal decree, summoning me to his office. John Tate, Andrew's secretary, messaged me. 'Mr. Kettler has asked you to come to the office. There's something he needs to discuss.'His secretaries were all masters of reading the room, knowing exactly how to adjust their behavior to suit whoever held the upper hand. It was painfully obvious to everyone who Andrew favored, though he would never admit it for the sake of his reputation. Those secretaries were a prime example. They knew I wasn't as important as Wendy. In my past life, whenever I called the company desperately trying to get through to Andrew, nearly all of my calls were rejected outright.This tim
Ever since Andrew left that day, he never returned home.I knew that he was waiting for me to yield. However, the Mariah who used to give in to him was the one who loved him deeply. That person no longer existed.Now, I couldn't care less about his whereabouts.I threw myself entirely into Yuna's psychological therapy sessions, praying that Andrew would stay away forever and spare me from having to see him again. Perhaps it was because I had already brushed shoulders with death, or maybe it was because I felt nothing for him now, but by some miracle, the depression that once weighed me down for years in my past life had vanished in this one.Turns out, men are only good for one thing—causing women stress and frustration. Beyond that, they're utterly useless, I thought to myself.Even though Andrew hadn't come home, I could guess exactly where he was with just the smallest effort. After all, Wendy's social media was a constant stream of updates on Andrew's daily life with her child
Once Andrew was gone, I left the place with Yuna in my arms as well.Yuna clung to my neck, her innocent eyes wide with curiosity. "Mommy, where are we going?" she asked softly.The timing of my rebirth had been fortunate. Although Yuna's mental illnesses were severe at this point, they weren't beyond help.I stroked her head and smiled gently. "I'm taking you somewhere fun. From now on, I'll make sure you're happy every day, and no one will make you sad again. How does that sound?"Yuna's face lit up, and she nodded eagerly.…While carrying her in my arms, I hailed a cab and headed to one of the city's top psychological care centers."Could you please arrange for your best therapist to see us?" I asked the receptionist.The receptionist acted quickly, and luck was on our side. The center's highly-regarded therapist, Henry Bacon, happened to be available today.The moment Yuna saw him, she took an immediate liking to him."Mommy," she whispered in my ear. "I like this man. Hi
I never thought I would be reborn. The image of Yuna dying in my arms still felt so vivid.In my previous life, I had died miserably.Yuna only had one wish as she took her last breath, which was to see her father, whom she hadn't seen for over a month. But I couldn't bear to tell her the truth that I couldn't reach Andrew Kettler at all. No matter how many messages I sent or how many times I begged him, it would always fall on deaf ears.Then, I caught sight of a post on Wendy Seyfert's social media. It turned out Andrew had been spending New Year's Eve with her and her daughter, Tonya, lighting fireworks together."Tonya was very happy to have someone to accompany her on New Year's Eve this year."Despair, fury, and bitterness overwhelmed me. My emotions, raw and uncontained, could not be controlled. Yuna was such a young child, yet she noticed everything."Mommy, Daddy's not coming back to see me, is he?" she asked. I held her tightly and tried my best to apologize to he