After my rebirth, I voluntarily placed the divorce agreement in front of Mark Foster. He didn't even glance at it, tossing the document aside: "I won't give you custody of our son." "I don't want custody." Mark raised his eyes: "You've thought it through?" "I've thought it through." In my past life, because I couldn't bear to leave my son, I entangled myself with Mark for half a lifetime, until my son grew up. But on his wedding day, he said in front of everyone: "I hope my mom can fulfill my dad and Auntie Linda's wishes. Auntie Linda has been with my dad for so many years, it hasn't been easy." 1 "I'd rather die than do homework! It's useless for you to force me!" Eight-year-old Lucas Foster was rolling on the floor, throwing a tantrum, looking as if there was nothing I could do about him. This kind of thing happened every day. I demanded he finish his homework before playing. I didn't let him watch TV for more than half an hour. I only allowed him to eat fried chicken and burgers once a week. I set many rules for him, hoping he could develop good study habits. But these habits became a complete joke the day Linda Young appeared. He accused me: "Auntie Linda never forces me to do homework; she only plays with me. "Auntie Linda never stops me from eating chicken legs. She says boys need to eat more to grow tall. "I don't like you at all. I wish Auntie Linda could be my mom." In my past life, even though I was heartbroken hearing these words, I chose to forgive. I thought he was just too young and ignorant, that when he grew up, he would understand my good intentions. I continued to force him to study hard, exercise, and eat a balanced diet. After growing up, he graduated from a prestigious university, founded his own company, and married a wife of equal status. On his wedding day, the host asked him to thank his parents. In front of all the guests, he said to me: "I hope you can fulfill my dad and Auntie Linda's wishes. Auntie Linda has been with my dad for so many years, it hasn't been easy." Linda Young cried like a fountain off-stage. As if all the bitterness she endured for so many years was worth it at this moment. And I, standing on the stage, looked superfluous and ridiculous. "Mom, you forced me to do things I didn't want to do since I was little. If Auntie Linda hadn't silently given me warmth and encouragement, I would have been ruined long ago. "You and Dad lost your feelings for each other long ago. Why do you still occupy that position and make everyone unhappy?" I didn't know how I walked out of Lucas's wedding in a daze. I only knew that after walking out of the hotel, I was hit by a car for running a red light and unexpectedly reborn. Looking at my naughty son right now, I nodded: "Okay, no homework." Lucas, lying on the ground, was a bit surprised. He looked up at me: "Are you serious?" "Of course," I said calmly. "Then can I continue watching TV now?" "Not only can you watch TV, but you can also play on the iPad." "Then can I eat chips while playing?" Lucas pushed his luck. "Whatever you want." "Why are you suddenly so good to me?" Lucas asked me in amazement. I smiled without speaking. An ungrateful wretch doesn't deserve my sincere treatment. "Are you afraid that I'll only like Auntie Linda and not you in the future?" Lucas said smugly. "In the future, whatever you want, I'll let you have it," I said word by word. Including your favorite Auntie Linda. 2 After satisfying all of Lucas's unreasonable demands, he became more and more lawless. The first thing he did after school was play on the iPad. He played while eating. He even slept holding the iPad. If he played too late at night and couldn't get up, I didn't wake him, letting him sleep until he woke up naturally. After waking up, if he wanted to go to school, he went; if not, I didn't force him. I bought all the snacks he loved. Even the maids couldn't stand it and kindly advised me: "Madam, spoiling the young master like this will ruin him." "How could that be?" I said sarcastically, "Forcing him to do things he doesn't like is what ruins him." But not long after such days, Lucas's abnormal performance made the school dissatisfied. His homeroom teacher called me, saying Lucas contradicted the teacher in class and said without restraint: "My parents don't care about me, what right do you have to care?!" "Sorry, I indeed can't control him. If there's anything, please contact my husband." I gave the number to the teacher. Then I hung up and continued my facial. When I finished my facial and returned home, I saw Mark Foster, who rarely came home, in the living room. His face was extremely ugly, his voice sarcastic: "Sarah, your methods are getting more and more brilliant. To make me come back, you even started using our son!" I did want Mark to come back. After all, calling him was useless. I don't remember when Mark and I became enemies like this. We clearly fell in love freely, married voluntarily, shared joys and sorrows, and started a business together. After the company stabilized, I retreated to the second line and chose to stay home and teach our son. I spent too much energy on my son. When I realized something was wrong with Mark, he had already emotionally cheated. The object was the company's new intern, Linda Young, twenty years old. Youthful, energetic, delicate. I accidentally saw Mark's chat messages with her. Mark said: [You remind me of my wife when she was young. She was also delicate and cute like you back then.] [What about now?] Linda asked, sending a curious and cute emoji. [Now she's nagging. Sometimes when I'm intimate with her, I feel a bit bored.] I didn't expect to be such an existence in Mark's mind. I made a big fuss that time. Feeling my self-esteem insulted like never before, I insisted on divorcing Mark. Mark didn't agree. He explained he was just teasing the little girl and told me not to overreact. Both parents came to persuade me, saying the child was only two years old, asking me to consider the child and not haggle with Mark this time. Mark also swore he would never interact with Linda again and fired her immediately to show his loyalty to me. Besides, Mark at that time indeed didn't have any substantial relationship with Linda. So in the end, I chose to forgive. I even started reflecting on whether I was indeed solely focused on the child, thus ignoring Mark and ignoring myself. When I tried to change myself, Mark physically cheated. 3 When I received the photo Linda sent of her and Mark in bed, I was taking care of Lucas, who had a high fever, in the hospital. Lucas suddenly had a febrile convulsion. After rushing him to the hospital, I called Mark. He was full of impatience: "Enough, Sarah. I'm just socializing for business outside. Don't always find excuses to force me back!" I guarded Lucas alone in the hospital and received the photo Linda sent in the middle of the night. Very explicit. She said: [Mark says you're ugly even after losing weight, not as delicate and cute as me.] Only then did I know that when a man cheats, he cheats. There is no difference between emotional and physical. I proposed divorce to him again. Mark didn't refuse, but Lucas must belong to him. At that time, for me, Lucas was my whole life. I poured all my love into him. He was only three years old. His heart and eyes were full of me. Without me by his side, he wouldn't sleep until dawn. I couldn't leave him. I also thought about fighting for custody in court, but I hadn't worked these years and couldn't win against Mark. Our marriage just entangled like this. He never gave up custody. I insisted on custody. Later, when Lucas grew up, I seemed to get used to this tattered marriage. Sometimes, habit is a really scary thing. I hated Mark's cheating to death, but in the end, I spent half a lifetime with him. Fortunately, God gave me a chance to be reborn. I opened the drawer and calmly handed the divorce agreement to Mark. The moment he saw the agreement, he laughed especially sarcastically: "Sarah, I thought you figured it out! Didn't make a fuss for so long, starting again now?! What exactly do you want? Is the money given to you every month not enough?!" "Not enough." I answered. "How much do you want?" Mark said generously. "Half of the company's assets." "What are you thinking, Sarah? Are you mentally deranged?!" Mark was furious. "We founded the company together. It belongs to the joint property after marriage. I asked a lawyer, and half of it rightfully belongs to me." "And then?" Mark said impatiently, "Unless divorced, this is all marital property!" "So aren't I divorcing now?" I signaled him to look at the divorce agreement. Mark sneered and threw the agreement aside carelessly: "I won't give you custody of our son." "I don't want it." Mark raised his eyes: "Thought it through?" "Thought it through." Mark impatiently picked up the divorce agreement again and read it seriously. Except for the property I deserved, I didn't ask for a penny more. At the same time, I voluntarily gave Lucas's custody to Mark. Mark frowned tightly. He put down the agreement: "Sarah, don't regret it. Giving up custody voluntarily means you can't see your son without my permission." "I know." "Once divorced, I can't remarry you, even for the sake of our son." Mark threatened. "Sign it." I didn't want to waste words with Mark. If I hadn't been unable to see him, the first thing I would have done after rebirth was divorce him. Mark saw my resolute attitude. He signed his name with a flourish: "Sarah, you brought this on yourself. If you hadn't forced me like this, for the sake of our son and our years of friendship, I could have let you be Mrs. Foster for a lifetime. You didn't know how to cherish it yourself." 4 "Who cares." I said indifferently. Maintaining the marriage with Mark in my past life was never for the position of Mrs. Foster. Purely for the bond of blood. "Pack your things and get out of my house!" Mark threw the signed divorce agreement at me. I had already packed my luggage. Just waiting to divorce Mark. I turned to go downstairs. Lucas also came back from school with Mark. It was said the teacher asked him to reflect at home for two days before going back to school. He had been hiding in the corner eavesdropping on my conversation with Mark. Seeing me leave, he quickly followed. "Are you really going to divorce Dad?" Lucas asked me. "Happy?" I said lightly while carrying my luggage, "No one will care about you anymore in the future. You can do whatever you want." "Aren't you afraid that after you divorce Dad, no one will want you anymore?" "Who told you no one wants me?" I looked at him amusingly. "Grandma and Dad both said so." Lucas said frankly, "They said you're not good enough for Dad, and no one will want you after you divorce Dad. You don't dare divorce Dad at all." I laughed. I saw through what kind of person Mark was long ago. I didn't expect his mom to be like this too. Pretending to be a good person usually, saying her son was wrong here and there in front of me, saying I worked hard raising the child. Turns out behind my back, she just treated me as a free nanny for her grandson. Of course, it doesn't matter anymore. They are all irrelevant people in the future. "If you really stop caring about me in the future, and stop caring about Dad and Auntie Linda, I'll help you plead with Dad not to divorce you." Lucas negotiated with me. "No need." I touched his head and said gently to him, "Take care of yourself in the future." Because in the future, his growth has nothing to do with me anymore. I dragged two large suitcases and left. Didn't look back. I moved into a furnished apartment I found in advance. Near A University. I'm preparing for the postgraduate entrance exam to improve myself. Mark and I were university classmates. To accompany him in starting a business, I gave up the qualification for postgraduate recommendation. Later, after the business succeeded and we had a son, I put my focus on the family. I always had a regret in my heart that I couldn't get a master's or a doctorate. Reborn, I deeply realized that one must live for oneself. No one will empathize with you. The day after moving out of the Foster villa, I saw Linda post on Moments. She added me on her own initiative. At the company's anniversary, I attended with Mark. Linda said my earrings were beautiful, so she added me on WeChat and asked for the link. Later, Linda really had the exact same earrings as me, only she didn't buy them; Mark gave them to her. And the content of her Moments today: [Poverty limited my imagination. Is such a big backyard used for playing soccer?] Attached was a photo of the Foster villa's backyard. The purpose was naturally to announce to the world that she was openly with Mark. No longer a mistress who couldn't be seen. I liked their post. A bitch and a dog, together forever.
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