In my previous life, I lived to be seventy-six years old. I thought I had lived a happy life with no regrets. Until after my husband Leon Hale died, when his lawyer announced at the funeral that he had left all his assets to his beloved Ariel Bates and nothing to me. Only then did I realize what Leon truly felt for Ariel. After I calmed down, I decided to sue Ariel for taking what should have been our marital property. When my son heard the news, he imprisoned me in our home and warned me: “Dad couldn’t be with the person he loved. All he could leave Ariel was money. Mom, if you insist on suing her, I’ll cut ties with you!” Watching my son yell at me, I fainted from anger. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn in the 1970s. Everything was just beginning. In this life, I want neither husband nor son. ***** As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw my son Zayn Hale tugging at my clothes, stubbornly saying, “Mom, I want you to stay home with me! Don’t go to work!” Seeing that I didn’t respond, he pouted, his eyes immediately turning red. The familiar feeling of heartache surged within me. But when I remembered his words from my previous life—”I’ll cut ties with you”—I felt a sharp pain in my heart. I believed I was a good mother. In my previous life, I gave Zayn enough love and attention, caring for his studies and daily life. To be with him, I willingly gave up my high-paying translation job to Ariel, just so I could give Zayn a complete childhood. In the end, I gladly served as a housewife for decades. But only after my death did I learn that the reason Zayn refused to let me work that day was because Leon had told him: “If your mom goes to work, no one will take you to school anymore, no one will make you breakfast, and your classmates will mock you for being a child without a mother.” Thinking about this, I smiled bitterly. They were all so ungrateful. I said, “Zayn, you can’t get what you want by throwing tantrums. I worked hard to get this job. Why should I give it up just because you want me to stay with you?” Then, ignoring Zayn’s reaction, I walked back to my room and locked the door. Zayn froze for a moment, then rushed over and began kicking and punching the door. “Bad woman, you’re not my mom! I don’t want you to be my mom anymore!” If the old me had heard these words, I would have panicked, gone out to hug Zayn, and comforted him. But now I didn’t care. Living this life again, I only wanted to live for myself. I said, “If you don’t want me to be your mom, then tell your dad to divorce me. I can’t wait.” Zayn stood frozen. He was somehow afraid and stopped talking, running to the doorway to look outside, waiting for Leon to return. I looked around the familiar room, took a deep breath, and touched the old familiar items. When I saw our wedding photo, I finally believed completely that I had been reborn. In all the years of marriage with Leon, our only photo together was taken at our wedding. In my previous life, we lost this photo when we moved, and I was sad for a long time, but Leon never suggested taking another one with me. Now I realized it was because he no longer loved me. A familiar set of footsteps sounded, followed by coughing.
I shuddered, reflexively about to stand up. Then I realized this wasn’t my previous life anymore, and I chuckled softly. I opened the door to find Leon Christmas standing coldly in a suit outside. Next to him stood a beautiful girl, Ariel, wearing a new red gown that made her look charming and confident. She frowned at me, then tugged at Leon’s sleeve. “Leon, I don’t think Danna intentionally left Zayn outside alone. Don’t blame her.” Leon frowned at me, angrily demanding: “Danna, what’s wrong with you? Zayn is just a child, and you left him alone outside!” I looked at Zayn and sneered with contempt: “He’s nine years old already. Are you afraid he’ll get kidnapped?” Leon seemed surprised by my retort and froze in place. Ariel said, “Danna, you shouldn’t talk like that. You’ll hurt Zayn’s feelings.” I looked directly into Ariel’s eyes, and she nervously averted her gaze. “I’m his mother. If I’m not worried, why should you be?” I said. Ariel stepped back, looking flustered. “Danna, I…” Leon positioned himself protectively in front of Ariel and gave me a cold glance. “Ariel is my comrade’s daughter. Don’t be so harsh with her.” I found it amusing. So Leon knew Ariel was his comrade’s daughter, yet he clearly had feelings for her. Now it seemed they were interested in each other. Leon cleared his throat again. In my previous life, he always did this. Whenever he wanted something, he never asked directly—just coughed once and gave me a cold look, and I would dutifully bring whatever he needed. But now, I looked at Leon and pretended to be disgusted as I stepped back: “This is my room. Get out.” Leon was furious: “Tomorrow, you’ll hand over your job to Ariel. Don’t make me tell you twice.” Ariel looked at me somewhat embarrassed, though a flash of satisfaction crossed her eyes. “Danna, this wasn’t my idea, Leon insisted…” Leon explained, “Ariel needs a job immediately, or she’ll be sent back to her hometown.” I folded my arms: “Helping develop her rural hometown—isn’t that a good thing? Besides, if she needs work, why doesn’t she find her own job? Why should I give her mine?” Leon said, “Ariel’s image is more suitable for this position than yours, and I’d feel better about it. Look at yourself—you still think you can be a translator?” I examined my clothes—worn, rough, but clean. Throughout our marriage, I had given the best to him and our son, never considering myself. I rarely bought new clothes; when something tore, I just patched it up. I took a slow, deep breath and said firmly: “No.” Ariel quickly interjected, “It’s okay, Leon. I don’t necessarily need Danna’s job.” Leon’s gaze turned threatening: “If you insist on keeping this job, then let’s get divorced. And I want custody of Zayn.”
Leon stared at me. Zayn also lifted his chin proudly and said, “Bad woman, if you divorce my daddy, I won’t let you be my mommy anymore!” Leon seemed confident that I wouldn’t want a divorce because of Zayn, considering I was an orphan. Sure enough, Leon said with a hint of pity, “Danna, you know how difficult life is for children without parents. Could you really bear to let Zayn end up like you, without a happy family?” I pointed at Ariel. “Isn’t there someone right here who’s eager to be his mother?” Leon froze for a moment, panic flashing in his eyes, before raising his voice. “This is between us. Why do you keep bringing Ariel into this? Are you jealous?” I found it amusing. Leon could always easily pin some ridiculous accusation on me. “Think whatever you want,” I said, then returned to my room, grabbed some money, and left. Leon had reminded me that if I wanted to be an interpreter, I needed to buy some proper clothes. After purchasing fabric, I found my neighbor Nicole and asked her to make me some clothes. Nicole was an excellent seamstress. She said, “Danna, I just overheard your argument. Are you really divorcing your husband? He’s a military man, handsome, with a good salary. Are you really willing to leave him?” I nodded. He didn’t love me, so no matter how excellent he was, it meant nothing to me. Nicole saw my determination. She looked around and whispered in my ear, “But I suspect your husband won’t divorce you.” I raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” “I heard your husband’s superior hates men who cheat on their wives. So if your husband files for divorce, his career would be over.” I immediately felt worried. With complicated thoughts, I returned home. Just as I was about to enter, I heard Ariel crying inside. “Leon, why won’t Danna give me the job? I’m not trying to steal it from her. I just thought since Zayn is still young, wouldn’t it be more important for her to stay home and take care of him? I’d be willing to give her ten dollars a month from my salary.” The door was slightly ajar. I saw Leon holding Ariel in his arms, tenderly wiping away her tears. Leon said, “Ariel, trust me. She will have to give you this job, and you won’t need to pay her anything.” Then, he handed a packet of powder to Zayn. “Zayn, mix this in water and have your mother drink it.” Zayn asked curiously, “Daddy, what is this?” Leon displayed a warm smile, but I found it terrifying. “This is medicine to make your mother quiet.” Zayn clapped his little hands, laughing happily. “Great! Mom has become so annoying lately. I don’t want to hear her say those nasty things!” Zayn couldn’t wait to make me take the powder right away, to silence me forever. Ariel looked hesitantly at Leon and said, “Leon, isn’t this a bit harsh?” Leon patted her head. “Only the mute can’t be interpreters. Don’t worry, as long as she behaves herself and takes good care of Zayn from now on, I’ll give her enough to eat. I won’t let her starve.” Ariel was deeply moved. “Leon, you’re so kind!” Watching their intimate interaction, I felt nothing but disgust. In my previous life, they treated me like a servant, making me willingly serve as the Christmas family housewife for decades. In this life, just because I refused to give up my job to Ariel, they forcibly tried to poison me mute, and even thought keeping me as their diligent servant was some kind of reward? Did I owe these three something in my past life? I felt sad but looked up, forcing myself to hold back tears. After quietly leaving the courtyard, I ran to my supervisor Mark Campos’s office. I asked, “Mr. Campos, if I remember correctly, don’t we still have an overseas assignment position available?” Mark quickly pulled out a chair and poured me a cup of coffee. “Please, sit down. Weren’t you unwilling to go abroad because of your husband and child?” I shook my head. “That’s in the past now. To serve my country, I need to sacrifice my family life. Besides, they don’t need me to take care of them anymore, so I want to divorce Leon. That way I can fully devote myself to my work.” Cold sweat appeared on Mark’s forehead. “Ms. Garner, I’m glad you think this way, but if you divorce because of this, it would be my fault. I can’t break up your family.” I took a sip of coffee and told him about Leon and Ariel’s affair. Mark looked at me sympathetically. After a long pause, he sighed, “Ms. Garner, I’ll apply to the higher-ups for your divorce. You don’t need to discuss it with Leon. There’s a team heading overseas soon—you can leave with them in two days.” I bowed deeply. “Mr. Campos, thank you.” Mark patted my shoulder. “Ms. Garner, you’re the most linguistically gifted person I’ve ever met. You’re truly a genius. Work hard and serve your country well.” I nodded. “Yes, I will.” After resolving the divorce matter, I let out a huge sigh of relief. When I returned home, Zayn ran toward me enthusiastically. “Mom, I got an A on my test today.” I noticed the obvious signs that the “A” on the test paper had been altered, but I smiled without showing any reaction. Leon and Ariel were sitting in the living room, appearing normal, but I could sense something was off. They glanced in my direction, seemingly anticipating something. I smiled, bent down, and stroked Zayn’s head. “Well done. What reward would you like?” Zayn smiled somewhat triumphantly, then ran to the table to fetch a glass of water and brought it to me. “Mom, I don’t want any reward. Our teacher taught us to be considerate. Mom, you must be tired, have some water?”
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