When my husband Elliot Murray and I went to help with earthquake relief efforts, he discovered his first love Mia Smith’s body in the rubble. That night, he left a suicide note and jumped off a building with our child Alfie Murray, following Mia in death. Only then did I realize that in Elliot and Alfie’s hearts, there had never been a place for me. After my rebirth, I returned to the day we first discussed divorce. This time, I agreed without hesitation and even left three-year-old Alfie with him. Five years later, we met again at an auction. Elliot held Mia’s hand with one of his and Alfie’s with the other, sneering at me: “Just five years apart, Isabelle, and you’ve become this shameless? Heard I was here and rushed over to butter me up?” Isabelle Macdonald is my name. Alfie joined in the mockery: “Mom—no, I should call you Ms. Macdonald. Stop pestering my dad. Our family of three is very happy now.” I ignored them and picked up my daughter Sienna Mitchell, who was sneaking fruit beside me, then walked toward my seat. But Elliot suddenly flew into a rage. He gripped Mia’s hand tightly and snarled: “Isabelle, how can you be so shameless? Just five years apart and you already have such a big child? To make me jealous, you’re truly vicious. Whose bastard child is this that you had with some random man?” It had been five years since my rebirth. Seeing Elliot again, I was momentarily dazed and instinctively stepped aside. He held Mia’s hand with one of his and eight-year-old Alfie’s with the other. People at the venue saw them and rushed over to curry favor. Elliot handled it skillfully—no longer the naive young man from years ago. One man said with a laugh: “Mr. Murray, you’re now New York’s richest man with unlimited prospects. You’ll soon become the nation’s richest. This must be your wife and son, right? If your ex-wife knew how well you’re doing, she’d definitely regret it to death.” Another man chimed in: “Exactly. You three standing here look like a beautiful painting, truly the epitome of New York families. Your son doesn’t look like your ex-wife at all, but he and your current wife look like real mother and son.” Hearing these flattering words, Mia’s expression became somewhat unnatural. Her grip on her purse tightened unconsciously as she forced a smile. Alfie, without adult pretenses, rolled his eyes and said sarcastically: “Are you blind? Ms. Smith and my dad just got engaged—they’re not married yet.” The man felt embarrassed and quickly apologized. Hiding in the corner, I was stunned. Five years had passed, and they still weren’t married. In my previous life, everyone knew Elliot loved Mia to the point of madness—only I, the fool, couldn’t see it. When he heard Mia was in the disaster zone, he took Alfie and me directly to the earthquake relief efforts, but it was really to search for Mia. After three days and nights, Elliot finally found Mia’s corpse under the rubble. Elliot and Alfie held the body and wept bitterly, then left suicide notes and jumped off a building that very night. After my rebirth, Elliot was even willing to give me half his assets in exchange for a divorce, just so he could start over with Mia. Since he loved Mia so much, why hadn’t they married after five years? “Mr. Murray, we all know you love Ms. Smith deeply—you even donated three hundred million dollars for her last month. Why haven’t you two gotten married yet?” someone in the crowd asked the question on my mind. A flash of complex emotion crossed Elliot’s eyes as he replied politely: “I want to work harder and give Mia more wealth. She’s the woman I love most in this lifetime. I don’t want to shortchange her.” So this is what loving someone looks like. In my previous life, Elliot wasn’t nearly as successful as he is now. Our combined salaries barely covered raising Alfie. When I suggested Elliot sell his patents, he berated me for being shallow. When I urged Elliot to start a business to create a better future for Alfie, he pointed at my nose and cursed me as shameless, saying: “If you think I’m useless now, why didn’t you marry a capable man in the first place?” Only now do I understand—he wasn’t unwilling to work hard or improve himself; he just wasn’t willing to do it for me.
With that thought, I shook my head. Seeing Sienna sneaking fruit nearby, I walked over and picked her up. “You’ve already had plenty this morning. No more eating. We still have dinner later.” Just then, I felt someone’s gaze on my back. I instinctively put Sienna down and turned around to see Elliot approaching with his entourage. Seeing me freeze, Sienna made a face at me, grabbed the fruit plate, and ran off to the side. Elliot frowned and said, “Isabelle, what are you doing here? Saw I was doing well and came running to find me?” He raised an eyebrow, looking at me mockingly, already convinced I’d come here specifically to butter him up. A flash of smugness crossed his eyes, though his words were harsh. Elliot continued, “During the divorce, I gave you more than half my assets. Still not satisfied? One million dollars should be enough for you to live on for the rest of your life, right?” He glanced around the auction hall, as if suddenly understanding something. “No wonder you came here looking for me. These past five years, you must’ve blown through plenty of money. I gave you too much in the divorce—that’s what made you so wasteful with spending. Without a man around, you’d better break these bad habits.” Five years later, Elliot’s attitude toward me was still just as insufferable. The people around him, eager to curry favor, seized the opportunity to put me down alongside him. One man said, “You must be Mr. Murray’s ex-wife, right? Indeed, you’re not as beautiful or gracious as Ms. Smith. You don’t look like a woman with a respectable job.” A woman said disdainfully, “You’re absolutely right. She has no money but dares to come to an auction house. She’s really embarrassing Mr. Murray.” Another man chimed in, “Women with no self-respect are truly despicable. Where’s security? Hurry up and escort this woman out—don’t let her dirty our venue.” Listening to their slander, even the most patient person would lose their temper. I held up my phone and said, “I’ve recorded everything you just said. You can expect to hear from the court.” But before I could finish speaking, my knee suddenly flared with pain. I instinctively reached down to touch my knee, and that’s when Alfie snatched my phone away. Eight-year-old Alfie looked at me smugly. “Mom—no, Ms. Macdonald, they’re right. You only came here to seduce rich men.” I didn’t have much feeling left for Elliot, but Alfie was truly the child I’d carried for ten months and labored through the night to bring into this world. I couldn’t believe I was hearing these words from his mouth. I took a deep breath and asked, “What did you just say?” Alfie ignored me. Instead, he violently smashed my phone on the ground, then spread his hands to show his innocence. “You heard what you heard.” After that, he hugged Mia’s waist like he was seeking praise and called out sweetly, “Ms. Smith, do you think I did the right thing?” Seeing my own son being so affectionate with another woman, I couldn’t accept it for a moment. My chest suddenly ached with pain, making me furrow my brow. A flicker of panic crossed Elliot’s expression, but it disappeared so quickly it seemed like my imagination.
Mia rubbed Alfie’s face and smiled at me, saying, “Isabelle, don’t take it personally. He’s just terrified you’ll steal Elliot away from him. He loves me so much and wants me to be his mom forever.” She smiled gracefully, but deliberately emphasized the last sentence. Mia also made sure to place her hand with the large diamond ring on Alfie’s head. I suddenly remembered an interview I’d seen her give on TV recently. When the reporter asked Mia how she managed to be so happy every day, she said, “I have to thank my fiancé’s ex-wife. If she hadn’t left, how would I have had the chance to live this kind of life?” Everything was telling me that Elliot loved Mia so much he couldn’t bear to let her suffer even a single day. Fortunately, I no longer loved him. I touched the ring on my finger, thought of that man, and couldn’t help but smile. Elliot also noticed the ring on my hand. His expression suddenly turned cold, radiating an icy aura: “You don’t need to wear a fake ring just for show.” I shot back, “This isn’t a fake ring. It’s what my husband gave me when we got engaged.” As soon as I finished speaking, both Elliot and Alfie’s breathing suddenly stopped. Elliot stared at me for a long moment, then suddenly laughed: “Isabelle, your husband really is pathetic if he can’t even afford a diamond ring.” Alfie joined in with the mockery: “Ms. Macdonald, even if you can’t find someone as outstanding as Dad, you shouldn’t settle for some broke loser who can’t even buy a diamond ring.” They had no idea this unremarkable plain band was worth billions of dollars—a ring only the head of the Mitchell family could wear. I didn’t want to explain further. If the ring got lost, it would only cause more trouble. But in the eyes of all three of them, this only confirmed that I’d married a poor man. Mia covered her mouth and laughed: “Isabelle, your life must be so miserable. Without Elliot, you probably can’t even afford to eat, can you?” At this point, Mia deliberately stood on her tiptoes, leaned in to kiss Elliot, then said coquettishly: “Elliot, she’s at least your ex-wife. Why don’t you give her five hundred dollars so she can take a cab home?” Elliot looked at me and said slowly: “Isabelle, this attitude of yours is wrong. You should just take a cab home and stop embarrassing yourself here.” Suddenly, the phone on the ground rang. I sighed and pointed to the phone on the floor: “Give me back my phone first. I haven’t texted my husband in so long, he must be going crazy with worry.” My husband Freddie Mitchell gets jealous very easily. If I don’t respond to his messages for this long, he’ll definitely cry for hours when he gets home. Then I’ll have to comfort him. Alfie smirked and stepped directly on my phone with his expensive custom shoes, his expression full of mockery: “Is that poor guy a control freak too?” Hearing this, I knew Alfie had also been reborn. In my past life, this was his favorite insult for me. Whenever I tried to manage him, making him do homework or chores, he’d use this line to insult me. Starting over, Elliot and Alfie still chose Mia. I just couldn’t accept that I’d given birth to a son for someone else. I tried to calm myself and control my emotions: “Alfie, give me back my phone. Stop stepping on it.” As if he hadn’t heard me, Alfie kicked my phone away, and it landed perfectly in the decorative fountain nearby. Elliot frowned and scolded him quietly: “How could you kick your mom’s—no, Isabelle’s phone away? How is she supposed to get home today?” Alfie shrugged indifferently: “I’ll have someone buy her a new one. How much could a crappy phone be worth? Or is she afraid that poor guy will beat her?” Seeing this, Mia immediately defended Alfie: “Elliot, don’t be angry. Alfie didn’t mean it. Don’t be so harsh with him.” As soon as Mia acted coquettish, Elliot’s expression softened considerably. Then Mia casually rummaged through her purse and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill, throwing it on the ground: “Take this money and cab home. An auction house isn’t a place for someone like you to browse.” This was naked humiliation. Everyone present started laughing. Standing there, I had become a complete joke. Just then, a soft but angry voice rang out: “You can’t bully my mommy!” Sienna angrily rushed over, lunged at Alfie’s leg and bit down hard, then quickly ran back. Alfie screamed in pain, but his eyes remained fixed on Sienna. His voice carried resentment and coldness: “What did you just call her?” Elliot froze, his breathing gradually becoming heavier: “Is this child another actor you hired?” Sienna rolled her eyes. “What actress? I’m Mommy’s good baby. You bad guys better not bully my mommy.” My heart, which had been wounded by Alfie, was healed in that moment. My heart began beating vibrantly again. That’s right—with this second chance at life, we all have new choices. They have their lives, and I have my family. Why should I feel heartbroken over someone who isn’t close to me? After figuring this out, I picked up Sienna and nuzzled her face affectionately. “Did you sneak enough fruit before remembering me?” Sienna blinked guiltily. “Mommy, what are you talking about? I don’t understand at all. I clearly heard bad guys bullying Mommy, so I ran over.” “Bad guys?” Alfie couldn’t believe his ears and immediately widened his eyes. He pointed at Sienna and roared, “What did you say? Say that again! That’s my mom. I can say whatever I want about her.” I glared at him fiercely and immediately covered Sienna’s ears with my other hand. She’s still so young—she shouldn’t have to hear such awful words. When I glared at him like that, Alfie showed a hurt expression. “How can you do this?” Elliot pulled Alfie behind him and asked me, “Whose bastard child is this? Isabelle, you’re really something. When you couldn’t find a rich man, you just settled for some random guy? How much did he pay you after you had this kid? I’ll give you double—no, ten times that. Give this child back to him.” Elliot’s expression was somewhat out of control. As he spoke, even his hand holding Mia’s was trembling. I had no interest in wondering why he was trembling. I coldly scolded him, “Elliot, if you haven’t taken your medication, don’t leave the house. My husband and I are doing great. And he’s a thousand times, ten thousand times better than you. You two are nothing to me. If you dare say those nasty things again, don’t blame me for not being polite.” “Fine. Isabelle, you’re really something.” Elliot was furious. Just then, a server notified us to take our seats. Mia thought for a moment, then started causing trouble. She pointed at us and said, “Everyone who came to today’s auction is extremely powerful. Since when can broke people sneak in here?” Since Elliot was New York’s richest man, everyone recognized his fiancée. After hearing Mia’s words, the server immediately called security. “You need to throw these two poor people out right now.” Holding Sienna, I said warily, “I advise you not to act rashly. You invited my husband and me here today.” The server carefully checked the list but couldn’t find my name on it. Seeing this, he said mockingly, “Just how important do you think you are? You’re not on our little list. How about you two wait outside? We’ll talk when our boss arrives.” At that moment, it was pouring rain outside, and my phone had been broken by Alfie. If I left with Sienna now, we’d get soaked. Sienna has been in poor health since childhood. These past few years, we’ve spent enormous amounts of money on her treatment to get her bouncing around like this. If we went out in the cold wind, she’d definitely have a fever tomorrow. Thinking of this, I calmed down and negotiated gently with them. “My husband hasn’t arrived yet. When he gets here, you’ll understand. Besides, your boss really did invite us. If it doesn’t work out, go upstairs and ask your boss.” Before the server could respond, Mia said, “Isabelle, who did you marry? How could he possibly get the boss here to receive him? This auction house belongs to Mr. Miller. Do you know who Mr. Miller is?” If Elliot was New York’s richest man, Blake Miller was New York’s most distinguished businessman with the deepest family roots. He was highly moral with an excellent reputation, and rarely appeared in public. After hearing Mia’s words, the server was even more certain I was here to cause trouble. “I suggest you leave with your child now. Our auction is about to start. Please don’t stay here, okay?” I was stunned and said helplessly, “After you ask your boss, you’ll understand. It’s that simple.” The servers exchanged glances and laughed. One of them said, “I wouldn’t dare bother Mr. Miller. If you don’t leave with your child, we’ll throw you out.” Sienna was so angry she cursed from my arms, “When my daddy gets here, I’ll make sure he fires all of you.” Hearing Sienna’s words, Alfie, who had been silent, shouted, “You little kid have such a temper. I really don’t know why Isabelle had you. Your family of three can barely survive, right? Why do you insist on pretending to be rich? Wouldn’t it be better to just go home?” Mia reached out smugly to pinch Alfie’s face, but he dodged her. A flash of embarrassment crossed her face, but she quickly recovered. “Isabelle, don’t be angry. Alfie just can’t stand seeing me wronged. They’re just too protective of me, afraid someone will bully me.” Who’s really being wronged here? Aren’t I the one being harassed? And isn’t Mia the one who’s been instigating others to bully us? Just then, Elliot suddenly said, “Isabelle, beg me, and I’ll let you stay here.”
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