I asked Tristan for a divorce. I wanted nothing but money. Tristan put his hands in his pockets and sneered, "You don't even want the son you love more than your own life?" "No." Because, for his fifth birthday wish, my son said, "Can Daddy and Mommy get a divorce? I want Auntie Serena to be my mommy." 1 I handed the divorce agreement to Tristan Cole. He looked at it as if it were any ordinary document on his desk. His gaze was cold and distant. The only time he ever showed me any burning passion was during his insatiable demands late at night. "Hazel, if you're going to throw a tantrum, at least look at where we are. This is the office." He was certain I couldn't bear to divorce him. He thought this was just a pathetic tactic fueled by jealousy. "I'm not throwing a tantrum." I had been relegated to the waiting room like a common visitor, waiting a full three hours for him. I even had to endure the pitying glances of bystanders from time to time. How could this be a tantrum? "When Ms. Serena comes to see the CEO, she doesn't have to wait a single minute." "So the rumors about the CEO hating his wife are true, then?" It was true. Their CEO indeed did not like his wife. The person he liked had always been Serena. "Tristan, I want a divorce. The sooner the better." "Hazel, what are you playing at?" Only then did Tristan lower his eyes to look at the agreement. "Hazel, you're divorcing me for just this much money?" Yes, when I accidentally got pregnant back then, his original intention was to use this sum of money to compensate me and make me stay away from him. But I didn't leave. Because I was a transmigrator tasked with a system mission. Giving birth to Finn and marrying Tristan was the mission assigned to me by the system. Unfortunately, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't warm Tristan's heart. There was no future for us. I figured this money would serve as a belated compensation. The fifty million dollars stated in the agreement was a drop in the bucket for him. But to me, it was a massive fortune, enough for me to live happily ever after. Tristan stood up, looking down at me with a scrutinizing gaze. His expensive, custom-tailored suit made him look even taller and more imposing. He put his hands in his pockets and sneered. "Just the money?" "You don't even want the son you love more than your own life?" I gave a faint smile. "No." 2 I used to love Finn very much. After all, he shared my blood. Over the past five years, I had poured all my patience and love into every step of his growth. Perhaps because he resented me, Tristan had no affection for Finn. When he was born, Tristan took one look at him and said flatly, "He looks a lot like Hazel." After saying that, he threw Finn to the nanny at home. Strangely enough, Finn absolutely adored Tristan. He had a remarkable gift for language. When he had just turned three, he could look at me with a cold little face and say, "Daddy doesn't come home because it's your fault, Mommy." I just took it as childish babble. Later, when he was four, he met Serena for the first time after she returned from her divorce. When he got home, he told the nanny: "No wonder Daddy likes Auntie Serena. I like her too." "Auntie Serena is gentler than Mommy, and she's better at making me happy." It was just because I wouldn't let him eat too much candy. He puffed out his cheeks in anger. I had just come out of the kitchen and heard his accusation. Suppressing my discomfort, I said softly, "Finn, Mommy will make it up to you with some new candy." "It's a mix of pear and hawthorn that Mommy made herself. It's delicious and healthy." But he snatched the pear and hawthorn candy I made and threw it fiercely into the trash can. He shouted loudly, "I don't want the garbage you make. I only want the premium candy Auntie Serena brought back from Italy." "So what if I get cavities?" I stared at him blankly. The son I gave birth to was so much like his father; neither of them could be warmed up. Especially on the day of his fifth birthday party. Both father and son had invited Serena. As we were putting the candles on the cake, the long-absent voice of the system suddenly rang in my mind. "Host, sorry for the wait. I'm back." Even though no one else could hear its voice, I subconsciously walked out of the hall. "Host, your mission is complete. You have enough points to go back." In my original world, I was accidentally injured and became a vegetable. Therefore, I made a deal with the system: I would wake up once I completed the mission. "You can also choose to stay, since you have a family here now." "In your original world, you're all alone anyway." Just as I was hesitating... Finn made the decision for me. As soon as I stepped back into the hall, his birthday wish reached my ears. His voice was crisp and loud, and he didn't even try to hide it from me. "Can Daddy and Mommy get a divorce? I want Auntie Serena to be my mommy." Everyone froze for a moment. Tristan merely frowned slightly. "Pick another wish." Serena covered her mouth and laughed, "Oh, you shouldn't say that! You're such a cute kid." However, she couldn't hide the smug look in her eyes. I smiled. I turned and said to the system, "Help me go home. I don't want to wait another second." 3 But the system gave me some bad news. "Since the central system has received too many hosts attempting a second or third transmigration, there's now a cooling-off period for detaching from the system." I was stunned. The system coughed lightly. "It's like the divorce cooling-off period you humans have. You have to wait." "Wait..." for fuck's sake. I silently reminded myself to use civilized language and asked with restraint, "How long is the wait?" "Three years." "Three years?" "System, you sneaky bastard, aren't you afraid I'll be dead by then?" The system froze for a moment. "Host, your insults are quite advanced." After three seconds of silence, it said: "Consider it compensation for me being gone so long. I'll increase your points by a third, which you can redeem so that your body will be completely healthy and intact when you wake up from your vegetative state." "Fine, then I'll get the divorce first." That's the reason I was standing in Tristan's office. "Tristan, let's get a divorce." With a snap, Tristan lit a cigarette. He blew out a smoke ring and smiled with a roguish air. "Hazel, have you forgotten?" "Who was it that said five years ago she would die without Finn?" I was the one who said that. That year, Tristan heard the news of Serena getting married abroad. He ruthlessly tormented me all night. The next day, I developed a high fever and burned in my room alone for three days. In my delirium, I forgot to take that morning-after pill. Later, I found out I was pregnant with Finn. When Tristan found out, he coldly told me to get rid of Finn at first. I remembered the system's words: "If you abort the child now, the mission fails. Host, you know the consequences." I had to beg Tristan, "If I lose the child, I'll die." If I didn't beg him, given his ruthless methods in the business world, he had plenty of ways to deal with me. Tristan was quite ruthless to everyone, including himself. His only weakness was Serena, who had lived in the orphanage with him and had even saved him. Later, Serena was adopted by a wealthy family. Tristan had a wild streak since he was young. He risked his life all the way from a street punk to the top of the business world, just so he could gain the approval of Serena's adoptive parents and marry her. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to give her the massive pink diamond he had in his hand. The news of Serena marrying someone else came. A long time later, I found out. The reason Tristan suddenly proposed to me. Was also because of one sentence from Serena. "Tristan, I'm getting married. I hope to hear good news from you too." 4 I looked at Tristan's handsome face. But in my heart, I was thinking: I hope I never see him again. I said flatly, "Since both you and your son like Serena." "After the divorce, you two can form a family. Everyone will be happy, isn't that nice?" Tristan narrowed his eyes at me. A well-proportioned hand pinched my chin. He laughed disdainfully. "Playing hard to get?" Then he restrained his smile and said fiercely, "You want to play, right? I'll play along." "Add one clause: after the divorce, without my permission, you are never allowed to see Finn privately." Threatening me? If it were in the past, this would have been a fatal blow to me. Because love gives people weaknesses. But now, I didn't want to love anyone. So I had no weaknesses. Under his provocative gaze, I replied as calmly as still water, "Fine." He was stunned for a moment, and his eyes darkened. He grabbed a pen and quickly scribbled a few strokes on the agreement. Then he tossed a copy to me. I picked up the agreement, turned, and walked away. Tristan gritted his back teeth. "Hazel, you pack your bags and get out of the Cole house tonight." "That works too." My current emotional state was terrifyingly stable. But then I paused, stopped walking, and turned to ask him with a smile. "The divorce certificate hasn't even been finalized, and you're telling me to get out already?" "I won't get out for free. Please pay the alimony in advance. Thank you." Tristan's face bore a trace of anger. However, based on my understanding of him, he was quite generous when it came to money. Barring any accidents, I would receive that fifty million dollars tomorrow. Very good. 5 Watching Hazel walk out of the office without looking back. Tristan felt an inexplicable, slight irritation in his heart. Just then, his assistant, Mr. Brooks, walked in holding some documents. He had followed Tristan for many years and could be considered a confidant. "Boss, is Ms. Hazel really asking for a divorce?" Amidst the smoke he exhaled, Tristan said coldly: "She's just throwing a tantrum. She wouldn't dare." "How could she bear to leave Finn behind?" Mr. Brooks chuckled, "That's true. Ms. Hazel loves you and the child so much. Maybe she's just having a little emotional outburst. You just need to coax her a bit, Boss." "No need to coax her. Based on my understanding of her, within three months, she'll come back crying and begging for my forgiveness." Mr. Brooks smiled, put down the documents, and walked out. Tristan looked down from outside the 30th floor, at the thousands of lights slowly lighting up below. For no reason, he thought of the Hazel from many years ago. The first time she was beneath him, she was nervous and scared, like a helpless little rabbit. Her eyes were red, and her voice trembled. She even said some things he didn't understand. "Tristan, I'm not just here to complete a mission. Actually, I truly like you." "Otherwise, I wouldn't be doing this with you." "Tristan, can you treat me a little better in the future, please?" Tristan leaned down and sealed her incessant chatter with his lips. He also sealed her subtle crying for the rest of the night. Over the years, Hazel had been very good and obedient. The only thing that angered him was that she actually played tricks, using a child to force him. She even absurdly said, "If the child is gone, the mission will fail, and I won't exist anymore." He had to punish her. So for the past five years, he had never given her a good look. Anyway, she was homeless and would stay by his side until death. Her innocent plea echoed in his ears again. "Tristan, I want to have a cute child, a family of three, living in a warm little home, okay?" "No." A person like him didn't want a family at all. He never had such a thing since he was a child. Now that everything was in his control, he needed this thing even less. The day Hazel asked for a divorce, he inexplicably skipped a dinner engagement and went home early. "Where's Hazel?" The nanny whispered, "The Madam moved out this afternoon." Tristan only felt the irritation in his heart grow stronger, but he didn't show it on his face. He just snorted coldly, "She's acting it out pretty well." After saying that, he walked into the study and paid no more attention to it. 6 After getting the agreement, I returned to the Cole house. I simply packed a few things and prepared to leave. Finn was sitting in the living room, playing on his tablet with a piece of candy in his mouth. Colorful wrappers were thrown all over the floor. He looked up at me and said flatly, "Daddy allowed me to eat it." "Auntie Serena gave it to me. Don't interfere." I smiled. "I don't care at all. You can eat a hundred pieces for all I care." I crouched down and pinched his cheek. "You're the one who will get cavities, not me." "Finn, I'm leaving." "Where are you going?" "Making room for you to welcome your new mommy. I won't be coming back here anymore." Finn frowned slightly, his expression identical to his father's. "Mommy's talking nonsense. Daddy said you're an orphan too. Except for shamelessly following Daddy, you have nowhere else to go." "Mommy, can you be a little more mature?" "Auntie Serena wouldn't be as childish as you, throwing a tantrum and running away from home at your age." "Mommy, just go. I won't miss you." After saying that, he lowered his head and went back to playing his game. If it were in the past, I would have gently taken his electronics away. And then told him, "Mommy will play Legos with you, okay?" "Mommy will go swimming with you?" "Mommy will read picture books with you?" I would sacrifice a lot of time for self-improvement to exchange for high-quality time with him. Now, I didn't care. Whoever wants to take care of him, go ahead. "Alright, Finn. I hope you can keep talking tough forever." After saying that, I dragged my small suitcase and stepped out of the Cole family's front door. The sun shone warmly on me. It stung my eyes slightly. But four words floated into my mind: Living toward the sun. 7 I rented an apartment, an upscale complex with two elevators serving one unit per floor. There was no need to buy one; I couldn't take it with me after three years anyway. The complex had a pleasant environment with beautiful scenery, and I could see the ocean right out the window. However. I could also see people jumping into the ocean. A tiny little thing was walking alone slowly toward the waves. I instinctively rushed downstairs in my slippers, crossing a street and a greenbelt to reach the beach. I scooped up her small body. "Where are your daddy and mommy?" The little girl was about three years old, with big, round eyes like grapes. Her eyes were wet, as if she had just cried. But she didn't say a word, just tightly clutched the hem of her little dress. "Luna." A young, handsome man walked over. It turned out I hadn't seen clearly earlier; a man had been sitting in a hammock in the trees on the beach, watching the little girl the whole time. "Thank you." "But don't worry, she wouldn't dare walk any further. I was watching her." The man stepped forward to pick up the girl. "Luna, come home with Daddy." But the girl clung to my neck and wouldn't let go. Her pink little mouth let out two words, "Hug." The man was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "This is the first time Luna has actively asked a stranger for a hug." This kid was so soft and smelled like milk; she felt really nice to hold. I couldn't push her away, so I had to carry her all the way back to the complex. I didn't expect them to live right next door to me. The man thought for a moment and said, "Ms. Hazel, Luna seems to like you quite a bit. I know you're single and currently unemployed." "It's just the two of us in my family, father and daughter. I keep myself clean, have no bad habits, and I'm a doctor..." I handed the child back to him. And used a voice the child couldn't hear to say, "Even if you're a doctor, you can't use a child to hit on people." "You even dug up my personal information?" "You look like a male model, but your actions are so creepy." He looked at me in shock. "Ms. Hazel, I wanted to ask if you could help watch Luna for a while? Until I find a nanny Luna likes." "Of course, name your price." Ah, so that's what he meant. He coughed lightly. "Uh, I know your personal information because... I'm your landlord. Ethan Hayes." Then I verified the information, and he was indeed the landlord. I was always someone who knew when to admit a mistake and when to yield. "Mr. Hayes, I'm sorry. I was the creepy one." 8 Perhaps I softened seeing the little girl's pitiful eyes. I agreed to help watch Luna temporarily. She was very quiet and didn't talk much. When she wasn't at preschool, she would often obediently bring her little stool and sit watching me arrange flowers or draw. Every time I finished something, she would clap her little chubby hands and praise me. "So good! Hazel is so good." I told her to call me by my name; I liked that, making friends with children. Occasionally, I would zone out for a moment. Finn seemed to never have been like this. He always complained, "Mommy, so boring. Play Legos with me." A cute, soft little human cub like Luna was truly a healing animal. The only strange thing about her was that she often called out for Mommy and Daddy in her sleep. She would wake up with wet eyes. My heart aching, I would hold her in my arms and softly coax her. I gave her a pear and hawthorn lollipop I made. She popped it into her mouth, her eyes squinting into satisfied little crescent moons. She gave me a kiss; it smelled like sweet fruit. When her dad, Ethan, came home from work, she would show off to him: "Daddy, the candy Hazel makes is yummier than what you buy." Sometimes she couldn't bear to eat it all at once and would take slow, small bites. I smiled. "Eat it. If you like it, I'll make more." It turns out things Finn didn't even care to look at were treasured by others. Before the divorce, the radius of my life revolved entirely around Finn. Even leaving the house for a short while, I would worry if Finn had bumped into something or gotten hurt. Maybe it was having Luna's company. In the days since I left the Cole house, I hardly seemed to think of Finn or anything about the Cole family. Instead, the butler had contacted me a few times. "The Young Master isn't used to sleeping without you telling him a bedtime story." "He'll get used to it." "The Young Master has a toothache. Can you come back and stay with him?" "No, I'm not a doctor." 9 A few days later, I unexpectedly ran into Finn. Ethan went out of town for a conference and asked me to help pick up and drop off Luna for a few days. But I forgot that Luna's new preschool was the same one Finn attended. Ethan was really willing to spend money, sending her to such an expensive private preschool. I carried Luna out of the car and had just dropped her off. I bumped right into Finn. Sitting in the car was a stone-faced Tristan. Finn opened his mouth to call "Mommy." The words reached his lips but he swallowed them back down. Even if we were divorced, he was still my son, an old acquaintance. I greeted him generously, "Hi, Finn." But he didn't respond. Like an inflating pufferfish, he puffed out his cheeks and ran into the classroom. The ex-husband in the car, Tristan, was also an old acquaintance. But I didn't really want to say hello. I didn't expect him to lower himself, step out of the car, and speak first. "Didn't I tell you? Without my permission, you are not allowed to see Finn privately." I was so annoyed I laughed. "I didn't see him, it was a coincidence. Believe it or not." I couldn't be bothered to deal with him. Tristan sneered behind me. "Hazel, how long are you going to keep playing hard to get?"
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